"Master He-El! Mistress Bulma, Dandy!!!!" Under Nail's command, He-El and Bulma's Spaceship came to a stop. Nail waited happily at the hatch, and when he saw He-El, Bulma, and Dandy emerge, he shouted with joy.
The Namekians in the village also happily came out to welcome He-El, Bulma, and Dandy back from their journey through the universe.
"Is everyone well? I'm back." He-El smiled faintly as he looked at the three-meter-seven Nail, offering no further comment on the path Nail had chosen.
This was Nail's own choice. Though that choice was somewhat narrow, there was nothing wrong with it.
"Nail, you're incredible, training yourself into this shape." Bulma sucked in a breath and patted the diamond-like muscles at Nail's side, marveling.
"I've been training hard all along." Nail grinned. "I feel like I've become much stronger too."
"Nail, you're ridiculously strong." Dandy happily went over to Nail's side. Nail reached out and lifted Dandy onto his shoulder, then led He-El and Bulma toward the village.
"Master He-El, do you think my current strength can resolve Planet Namek's crisis?" Nail asked expectantly.
"Nail, it's still not enough..." He-El shook his head. "That crisis is far beyond anything you can imagine. I returned to Planet Namek early because I planned to wait here for friends from Earth, then take the initiative and resolve the crisis together with them."
"Still not enough!" Nail's heart shuddered. He had put himself through two hundred times the effort in training, and he was already more than ten times stronger than when He-El had first begun teaching him.
Yet even with strength more than ten times greater, he still could not face the crisis He-El had described.
Nail asked unwillingly, "Is there not even the slightest chance?"
"No, Nail. It's not that you aren't strong. It's that