Dragon Ball Roshi

One year ago, an evil demon named Piccolo suddenly appeared in the world.

He was invulnerable to all emerging firearms. The Great Demon King is bloodthirsty and evil by nature, and is only interested in killing and destroying humanity. He kills people like a madman, spits fire and lightning when he opens his mouth, and can reduce everything to ashes with a wave of his hand!

This wicked demon has no scruples. Wherever he goes, there are corpses everywhere, mountains of bones, and rivers of blood. He slaughters villages and cities like a natural disaster. The human world was engulfed in endless terror, and fragile civilizations were vulnerable to such extreme force.

In just one year, nearly a hundred cities, large and small, were destroyed by this great demon, and hundreds of villages and settlements were obliterated. Countless people died and sacrificed their lives. Looking around, the land that was once civilized had become devastated in the past year.

He is invincible! Unstoppable!

When Master Mutaito couldn't face the Great Demon King for the first time, his only remaining disciples, Mu Taro and his junior, Tsurumi, could only think that he was invincible and unstoppable. They were desperate.

Half a month later, the wounded and missing master miraculously returned. Not only were his injuries healed, but he also brought back a rice pot with a seal. He said that this time the great demon would be completely eliminated.

This time, Taro, Tsuru, and Mutaito's daughter, Fanfan, followed him into the battlefield. If Master Mutaito wins, they can cheer on-site to celebrate the salvation of humanity, but if Mutaito loses, then it is inevitable... Even if they hide at the ends of the earth, the outcome will be the same, and all of humanity will be finished. There's no running away.

But Master Mutaito said nothing about his prediction and left with his daughter and the last two disciples.

.....

The figure of Mu Taro rushed toward the battlefield!

"Taro!" Fanfan lost her composure and shouted.

"Oh... this pervert, are you crazy?! What's the use of going, you idiot?!" Tsuru immediately understood what was happening. As he spoke, his face twisted in an extremely ugly manner.

"This physical quality is comparable to the ninja body from my previous life... I am truly worthy of being the disciple of the world's number one martial arts master and the future number one martial arts master... I am in my early thirties, which is also the peak of the human body. Although I still don't know how to control my Ki, my physical abilities are already terrifying... Is this the quality of a warrior in the Dragon Ball world? Then how terrifying is Piccolo in front of him? And Master Mutaito who can compare to him?"

Taro didn't care about what the two behind him were thinking. He was deeply immersed in his own thoughts as he ran recklessly, while quickly familiarizing himself with his new body.

Ahead of him, Piccolo, whom he stared at with his scarlet eyes, was getting closer and closer.

In his eyes, three black tomoes were spinning rapidly, until they began to connect, entangling into the shape of a Shuriken.

At this moment, he forgot about chakra and the basic theory of ninjutsu illusions. He simply relied on his own instincts to construct a simple illusion in an instant through his Mangekyo Sharingan. It was immediately stored in his eyes, and at the same time, all the power of his Mangekyo Sharingan was desperately injected into this extremely basic ninja illusion.

Getting closer and closer, Taro's entire body transformed into a gust of wind, blown into this battlefield that would determine the fate of the earth.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he could feel the burning heat in his pupils and the sharp, piercing pain in his mind. His determination never wavered.

Piccolo was very proud. He was simultaneously happy and sad. This old man was really difficult to deal with. He was the only Earthling he had encountered so far who could make him feel threatened – this fight was much more exciting than any other he had had, and he was glad to finally have defeated him. What was sad was that he hadn't killed this old man last time. He was a walking paradox.

"Huh? Why is there still someone here?" Suddenly, Piccolo realized someone was approaching, turned his head, and saw a young man with short black hair, wearing the same clothes as the old man on the ground beside him. As a Namekian, his vision was extremely sharp, allowing him to see more... Behind the man running toward him, there were other people hiding behind a large rock two hundred meters away.

Two people.

He smiled

"You really... came running here to die, one by one! How polite. You all know that this demon king has killed almost everyone in this area, and he's starting to feel a bit bored hunting what's left, so you made sure to come personally to entertain me, didn't you?"

Mutaito, who was rising from the ground, couldn't help but smile bitterly. He thought that when his disciple saw him being knocked down, he had gone crazy with frustration and ran desperately. Impossible... right?

"Ahhhh..." Taro yelled and ran straight at Piccolo, hitting Piccolo's chest and abdomen with a straight punch. Not that he didn't want to aim for his head, but Piccolo was so tall that Taro couldn't reach it.

Boom! The sound of Taro's punch echoed through the battlefield.

Piccolo didn't even move, he just let Taro light and soft punch fall upon him.

He stood there as if nothing had happened, looked at Tarp, and smiled with extreme coldness, showing his mouth full of sharp teeth:

"Little one, you're finished..."

"Be careful!" Mutaito shouted from the side.

Piccolo waved his hand, and his arm seemed to transform into a bolt of lightning. The lightning turned into a long whip, and Taro was violently pushed back. Taro flew to the ground like a kite whose string had been cut, rolling in a large circle, and finally getting close to his master.

Mutaito looked at Taro, who was writhing in pain beside him, with compassion on his face. He had taught this disciple martial arts, so how could he not know the weight of being defeated in such a way?

At that moment, Taro had no ability to resist in front of the Demon King.

"I'll put him into a trance for a moment... an opportunity... remember, remember..." A voice like a mosquito buzzed in Mutaito's ears.

"What!?"

Mutaito was extremely surprised. When he suddenly looked around, Taro had already passed by him and was struggling to get up from the ground. By this point, he was swaying as if he were about to fall at any moment. That simple blow from Piccolo, which had caused him such severe injuries, showed just how terrifying this demon really was.

A mere Piccolo with a fighting power below 300 is already so powerful, but what about the Saiyans three hundred years later, who have a fighting power of thousands or tens of thousands?

What about Freeza, who dominates the universe and whose combat power is suspected to exceed 100 million? And the androids who are not defeated even against a Super Saiyan? And Majin Boo?

Taro felt an inspiring shock in his heart, his eyes darkened, he lowered his head, and walked toward Piccolo, one step at a time.

"Old man, is this your disciple? Humph, he's as stupid as you!" Piccolo grinned bloodthirstily.

When Taro have advanced enough, Piccolo kicked him in the abdomen.

Boom! Instead of throwing Taro away, he took him straight down, and continued by stepping on him.

"Ugh..." Bright red blood gushed from Taro's mouth and nose, giving him a terribly miserable and horrifying appearance.

Piccolo rolled over Taro's body with the soles of his feet, and each time he moved, Taro spat out a mouthful of blood. Piccolo looked down at the miserable creature beneath his feet and smiled coldly:

"Dometimes, i really..."

Before he could finish his words, Taro, who was being stomped under his feet and covered in blood on his face and neck, suddenly smiled, then forced his eyes open, found the Namekian's eyes staring at him with contempt, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Piccolo... you've done so many evil things, aren't you afraid of angering the god in the sky and having them destroy you?!"

The effect was instant.

"What! God?!" Piccolo was suddenly shocked when he heard those two words that were taboo for him.

Momentarily distracted and caught off guard, he was finally vulnerable. In the next moment, a pair of strange scarlet eyes suddenly appeared in front of his eyes!

A hand was gently placed on Piccolo's shoulder. Piccolo looked back, incredulous, and nearly died from fear.

It's him!

He really saw the person he had always feared!

It's another version of himself!

The God Piccolo standing behind Piccolo wore a white robe with the kanji for "god" written on it and looked at his other half indifferently, as if observing an ordinary human being in the world.

[Genjutsu: Narakumi no Jutsu: One of the simplest basic illusions that allows the person being targeted to see the scene they are most afraid of.]

When Mutaito saw that the great demon king Piccolo was actually screaming like a madman against the wind, he lost his head and began to freeze. His heart trembled suddenly, and he realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This was the opportunity his disciple had described.

So, this great martial arts master immediately gathered all his energy. There was no need to hold back any remaining ki in his body, so he started gathering everything that was left. He gathered it all at once and launched it in the same way! This desperate method of using ki was like risking his life, but the old man had no intention of thinking of anything else. In order to stop the evil demon in front of him, even if his body was shattered into pieces, even if he died, he had no hesitation.

For days and nights in Korin Tower, constantly extracting life and longevity, and finally developing the Mafuba... Wasn't it all for this moment?

Master Mutaito's eyes widened with anger. At that moment, behind him were countless innocent souls and the undead who tragically died at the hands of the Great Demon King and awaited justice. Their countless invisible beliefs gathered in one place, like the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, supporting and helping Mutaito's already exhausted body.

Mutaito's voice exploded like thunder, and he shouted with all his being.

"Mafuba!"