Dragon Ball Human

Speaking of it…

Yamiru had yet to truly analyze his eyes—those golden orbs he name Golden Veil.

So, what exactly could these so-called "golden cheats"—or rather, "golden pupils"—actually do?

"First, there's the ability to see through illusions—or, more precisely, 'falsehoods' and 'disguises.' I could see through Elizabeth's transformation ability and discern the afterimages created by King Chappa's Eight-Arm Fist technique, which were meant to confuse the opponent's vision. This means that whether it's supernatural powers, magic, or special martial arts, they all seem to fall within the scope of what the Goldem Prism can pierce."

"Or maybe… the criteria aren't dependent on the opponent but rather on me. Perhaps the question is whether I would be deceived, which determines whether my eyes can see through it?"

"Hmm… uncertain, still under evaluation."

"Then, there's the incident where I escaped from Blue's supernatural ability. Could this be considered a kind of… 'ability rebound'?"

As the dawn light spread across the horizon, Yamiru paced around the village's open ground, breathing in the fresh air and mulling over his thoughts. He cradled one elbow in his hand and rubbed his chin as he muttered to himself.

"However, escaping from Blue's binding ability could also be explained differently. Instead of attributing it to the effect of my eyes clashing with his power, perhaps it's a case of 'negating negative effects' or 'canceling supernatural abilities.' Or maybe… it's just straight-up magic immunity?"

"Hmm, I should test this the next chance I get..."

Yamiru listed several possible theories, but the core idea remained unchanged: The Golden Veil seemed to grant him buffs. Whether countering an enemy's ability or negating debuffs on himself, the result was always a net benefit for him.

Then, Yamiru recalled another detail.

"At that time, I only gave Tonpo—who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead—a look. I didn't even say a word, but he completely and clearly understood the message I wanted to convey: 'Blue has an aversion to physical contact with women.' So, when I'm in an extremely focused mental state, my Golden Veil seems to have a 'telepathic transmission' effect?"

"But that's nothing special. In the manga, when Son Goku was beaten half to death by Vegeta, barely clinging to life, he could still 'transmit his thoughts' to Krillin, telling him to spare Vegeta's life..."

"In fact, even in the first series, didn't Master Roshi use telepathy to communicate with someone during the World Martial Arts Tournament? Was it Nam or Tienshinhan? Ugh, I'm getting old—can't recall the details anymore."

Yamiru wandered back and forth, occasionally glancing up at the sky. The moon was… oh, nearly gone.

The day was breaking.

"In other words, as a special ocular ability, this power simply turns phrases like 'the eyes are the windows to the soul' or 'expressive eyes that speak volumes' into reality. It doesn't seem all that impressive. Is it because I'm not strong yet, so my cheat isn't either? Or is it just that my luck is terrible? Once my martial arts improve, this ability might end up being completely useless."

"Let me think… is there any other detail I've overlooked?"

Yamiru circled the open space, racking his brain and muttering under his breath, "Is this really all there is to it? Ugh, so frustrating…"

Suddenly, he noticed a slight cooling sensation in his pupils, as if the warmth within them was beginning to fade...

Yamiru didn't need a mirror to know—his eyes golden glow had definitely dimmed. He muttered in frustration, "I only lost my composure for a moment, just one tiny moment! Why are you so sensitive? Glass eyes, huh? Can't take a single complaint. Fine, fine, I get it. You've got the temperament of a arrogant actor—any time my mindset slips, you throw a tantrum and go on strike, right?"

Just then, an early-rising villager passed by and, seeing Yamiru talking to himself in the open field, made a gesture of warding off evil spirits.

It was understandable, really. Someone muttering to their own eyeballs like Yamiru was only a hair's breadth away from being diagnosed as crazy.

However, Yamiru was blissfully unaware of how strange he looked. This was simply his way of passing the time and relieving stress.

Since others were already out and about, Yamiru started making his way back to the house of the middle-aged man and his nephew.

Having done little physical activity that morning, he felt brimming with energy, his bones itching for some action. His strength had no outlet, leaving him restless.

"So, the abilities I've identified so far seem to fall into these categories…

One: the power to see through falsehoods. Not much to elaborate on here. Classic feature. Maybe the name I gave it brought good luck? Now that I think about it, I only came up with the name after discovering it could see through disguises. Typical of me to get cocky and name it on the spot…

"Two: a possible resistance to magic and supernatural abilities. Let me think… what supernatural abilities and magic have appeared in the Dragon Ball world? Chiaotzu's powers, for one—they seem to be telekinesis, right? Oh, and he can point at someone and give them a stomachache. How does that feel oddly similar to that Leopard back in South City?

Right… then there's the four-eyed guy from the Ginyu Force with the time-stop ability. Kind of a DIO vibe there. I wonder if my Golden Veil could mitigate effects like that. If it can, I could capture Guldo and make him my underling—imagine having time-stopping power at my disposal! But I'd need to actually beat him first…

"And then there's Ginyu with his body-swapping ability, that enigma of a guy with his original form still a mystery. If my eyes could resist body-swapping, that might be a handy trump card. Of course, I'd need a body worth swapping into in the first place. Hmm… getting Ginyu to think my body is worth the effort could be a decent mid-term goal, don't you think? Haha.

Oh, oh! Speaking of magic, I can't forget that old geezer Babidi, and that uncivilized Slope Dabura, the King of the Demon Realm, with his disgusting spit attack. But that's taking it pretty far ahead in the timeline. Judging by my current progress, it's going to be insanely difficult to reach that level."

Thinking about this, Yamiru's mood was completely different from when he used to hesitate and overthink in South City. Back then, he had been somewhat afraid and hesitant. Now, he was at peace. A gentleman could calmly admit his shortcomings—if he couldn't win, he couldn't win. If it was hard to reach that level, it was just hard. Ignoring reality wouldn't help. But the desire to grow stronger through martial arts no longer wavered because of these realizations.

The proof was in his eyes—the golden glow hadn't diminished in the slightest.

"Three: the ability to communicate through eye contact. This one's actually pretty handy. Once I've mastered it, I could save myself the trouble of even opening my mouth. Just toss someone a glance, and boom—message delivered. Plus, it's super cool! Like those scenes in novels where someone looks at a person once, and that person reads into it so much that they could write a 3,000-word essay on the emotional depth of that glance. Looks like that kind of vibe could become a reality for me! Cool\~"

Yamiru couldn't help but laugh at the thought.

An old woman near the edge of the village rolled her eyes and muttered, "Where did this little fool come from?"

"Four: the Self Reflection ability. Golden Veil reflects my inner state like a mirror. As the so-called 'windows to the soul', these eyes are nothing if not truthful. This ability might seem useless, but to me… it feels even more crucial than the first two!"

Yamiru's smile faded as he pondered seriously.

"Self-reflection is hard! Especially for someone like me, with a laundry list of flaws in my past life. Sakuragi Hanamichi could train for a month straight to perfect his basketball skills, only for a single injury to wipe out all that progress. Right now, I've got my mindset in the right place—I have goals, perseverance, and determination. But can I guarantee I won't slack off or become complacent in the future? Honestly, I can't."

"But with Golden Veil, when my mindset shifts, I'll be able to notice it immediately and correct course."

"This is… the most valuable ability!"

Yamiru ambled back to the house of the middle-aged man and his nephew.

He asked himself inwardly, if he could only choose one of these four known abilities, which would it be? After much thought, he figured he'd ultimately pick the Self Reflection ability.

"Does that mean I don't trust myself?" He smirked in self-deprecation, then reconsidered. "Or maybe this ability exists precisely because my subconscious distrusts my own willpower."

Lost in these thoughts, the middle-aged man and his nephew also began to wake up.

The three of them—mostly Yamiru and the man—discussed their plans. Naturally, Yamiru insisted on running instead of riding in the car. He suggested the two drive ahead to Slope City and then circle back to pick him up when the timing felt right. However, the middle-aged man offered a different idea. Since it was still early and they had plenty of time, he proposed driving slowly and accompanying Yamiru as he ran, ensuring he wouldn't get lost on the way.

Yamiru thought about it and agreed.

After helping load the remaining intact bear pelt, a mountain of bear meat, bones, and organs into the back of the pickup truck, he patted the car's exterior to signal they were ready to go.

"This running is getting addictive!"

Yamiru loosened his neck, planted his feet firmly, and took off like a rocket. This time, he decided to push himself further. If he'd been a 50-mph human motor before, it was time to evolve into a 60-mph one.

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