"Master He-El, please train me with everything you have!" Nail's voice was sonorous and resolute, his expression firm.
Seeing that even in his old age, the Grand Elder still had to produce descendants for the continuation of the Namekians, Nail felt heartbroken that, as the only combat-type Namekian, he lacked the strength to protect his people.
"You? I can't use everything I have." He-El turned around and looked down at him. There was no disdain in his gaze; he was merely calmly stating the facts.
As if it had heard He-El refuse Nail, the Dandy Egg in his hand shook slightly, radiating a mournful plea.
He-El flicked the Dandy Egg with a finger.
Upon hearing He-El's words, Nail's resolute eyes widened in confusion. "Why, Master He-El? Didn't you say you could teach me...?"
Nail did not understand. Before they had gone to see the Grand Elder, Master He-El had said he would teach him. Why had everything changed after they returned...?
"I will teach you, but you asked me to use everything I have. Nail, with your current strength, you cannot endure my full instruction." He-El was not refusing Nail. Rather, Nail had treated He-El's full strength too cheaply, believing he could withstand it.
No one could make He-El teach them with his full strength.
No matter how he taught them, they would never be able to display the techniques he possessed as he could.
"I will give everything I have to receive Master He-El's instruction!" Nail gritted his teeth. Once again, he understood just how weak he was. Not only could he not protect Planet Namek, he could not even endure Master He-El's full instruction. Nail said resolutely,
"Master He-El, please do not hold back. Train me as much as you like!"
Nail hardened his heart.
"Follow me." He-El