Dragon Ball Human

Yamiru had a satisfying meal.

When you're hungry, even half-cooked roasted snake meat tastes incredibly good.

He then continued on his journey.

Using his half-baked sense of direction, Yamiru moved through the jungle like a ninja, hopping and leaping, heading north.

However, after jumping for over half an hour, he became exhausted and fell to the ground.

Yamiru finally gave up on this cosplay-like method. Without the legendary chakra to enhance his abilities, this way of traveling seemed a bit foolish—it wasted too much energy.

"I wonder if activating the ki inside me in the Dragon Ball world would make things easier?" Yamiru thought as he sprinted along the jungle floor.

In his mind, he envisioned reaching Paozu Mountain, becoming a disciple of Son Gohan, learning the cool Turtle School Kamehameha, and then, using his own cleverness, developing techniques similar to the Flight skill on his own. As they say, when material conditions are tough, people need a spiritual world to satisfy themselves. Yamiru was in that kind of mindset right now.

He needed to give himself enough mental strength and sharpen his willpower to make each step forward firm and determined.

"My feet are killing me."

Yamiru paused for a moment and leaned against some nearby bushes.

"Whoosh!" Almost simultaneously, a black shadow leaped out from the tall grass behind the bushes.

Yamiru was caught off guard, and when he fell, a blister on his foot burst, causing him to wince in pain. He turned around to find a large wolf with glowing green eyes pinning him to the ground.

The wolf opened its mouth, filled with sharp teeth, and lunged at Yamiru's neck.

Faced with danger, Yamiru once again experienced that thrilling sensation—his hair standing on end.

His sharp eyesight immediately lit up, as if the dust had been wiped away from gold.

Lying on the ground, Yamiru instinctively curled up, using the strength in his back to fling the wolf off of him.

"You have bad breath, you know that?" Yamiru muttered.

Rolling up quickly, he jumped with faster speed than the wolf, landing a powerful kick to its neck. With a crack, the green light in the wolf's eyes faded.

"What's the use of green light? Only gold light is my thing!" Yamiru angrily punched the dead wolf's head several times.

Since his opponent wasn't human, Yamiru didn't hold back at all. As for protecting animals? That dead wolf nearly bit him to death, so who was going to protect him? His feet were still hurting from the journey and the blisters, so he was putting even more force into his punches. By the time he remembered he should be conserving energy, the wolf's head was already badly damaged.

"It seems like the task of walking to Paozu Mountain has been putting too much pressure on my subconscious," Yamiru muttered.

He felt a bit out of control, panting lightly as he sat down and glanced around at the seemingly endless jungle. It felt like every corner hid a beast that wanted to tear into his flesh, or monsters blocking his path. He closed his sharp golden eyes, sat for a moment to think—no, more like letting his mind go blank and calming himself. After a brief moment of quiet, he got up without saying a word and started looking for materials.

It was hard to find an existing path, and walking barefoot was just too painful. Yamiru feared that if this continued, he might just "give up" and get tired of it.

After about twenty minutes, he fashioned an ugly pair of grass sandals using thin vines and thick leaves.

"Good enough, I guess!" Yamiru sniffed, then continued his journey.

Maybe a true warrior is someone who can endure pain far greater than what a weaker person can handle.

Yamiru noticed that, with his physical condition much better than in his previous life, his ability to withstand pain had also significantly improved.

The pain from his burst blisters on his feet was no less when he stepped on the grass sandals than when walking barefoot, but Yamiru gradually got used to it. He began to treat the discomfort as a normal brain response and eventually managed to ignore it completely.

By the time the sun had climbed through the dense foliage to directly overhead, Yamiru realized it was already noon.

"I'm really hungry now."

For lunch, he had roasted deer meat that was only about 60% cooked. As he ate, the deer antlers lay beside him.

Yamiru wiped his bloodstained mouth and gazed thoughtfully at the antlers. Perhaps when he made it out of the jungle, he'd need to find a backpack or some kind of bag. These antlers should fetch a decent price if he could sell them, right? But for now, he had to give up on that idea. Carrying them around would just be too troublesome.

In the evening, he ate fruits.

Yamiru wasn't an expert hunter, so he couldn't guarantee he would find game when he wanted it. He had no choice but to rely on wild fruits to fill his stomach.

"If they're poisonous and I die from eating them… oh well, whatever! I can't starve in conditions like this, I need to keep up my strength."

He tried to pick fruits that seemed ordinary; he dared not touch any brightly colored ones.

The fruits were bitter, and Yamiru felt like he was gnawing on unripe bananas.

As night deepened, Yamiru sat on a high tree branch, tying himself to the trunk with vines to prevent himself from falling asleep and tumbling down.

"How deep is this damn forest, and why haven't I gotten out yet?"

"But humans really do have strong adaptability. It's only the first day, and I already feel like a wild man!"

"Or maybe it's because I'm exceptionally talented?..."

In his drowsy state, Yamiru drifted off to sleep.

The next day, he was woken up by the cold!

Yamiru shuddered, noticing the morning dew shaking off his hair.

"Hiss\~\~"

His bare skin was covered in goosebumps from the cold wind. Yamiru reached down to untangle the wet vines tied around his waist.

He stood up on the branch, took a step forward, and felt the branch sway beneath him.

Yamiru closed his eyes, imagining himself standing on a diving board. One, two, he controlled the pressure as he stepped down, causing the branch to sink and then rebound.

In the air, Yamiru did a somersault, spinning gracefully before landing on the ground.

"Perfect dive! I should join a diving team."

Yamiru opened his now golden eyes, grinning and talking to himself.

To be honest, finding joy in simple things was a skill in itself.

Yamiru realized that, despite everything, his five months of wandering in the southern city hadn't been entirely without gain.

At the very least, without those five months of adjustment, he wouldn't have the calm mindset he had now. Perhaps the dream he had last night was even about missing his mother.

"This is growth, Yamiru. Even if it's a bit slower than the predecessors who traveled here, I'm starting to look like I'm doing well."

"I'm living well now. The past is gone."

Yamiru had learned to control his thoughts, no longer wasting mental energy on trivial complaints or aimless musings. Instead, he focused more effectively on practical concerns.

For instance, what speed was he moving at? And if he encountered bandits or a beast stronger than him, how should he handle it?

Even when he had nothing pressing to do, Yamiru made a habit of channeling his energy into anticipating potential future problems and thinking through strategies in advance.

As the sky lightened, a figure was already moving through the jungle.

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