Descriptions of "Ki" in Earth Martial Arts were profound. They were the finest knowledge ancient Earthlings had developed over countless years, forced by the harsh conditions of their weak planet.
After briefly scanning these memories in his mind, Roland felt as if he were gazing up at a towering mountain. He was filled with reverence, and then excitement. If he could fully master these powers, they would greatly aid his future training. Just how strong he could become depended on them.
I have to master them completely, Roland decided.
But training in Earth Martial Arts was by no means easy. It embodied the simple wisdom ancient Earthlings had developed in a harsh environment. It emphasized developing both the body and the mind, and truly put into practice the principle of making full use of every last bit of energy. This was the complete opposite of the broad, forceful fighting style Saiyans had long favored. It would take time to change.
Roland gave the knowledge a cursory look, then began discussing training with Sephiria.
Theory was one thing. To use it in battle, they still needed to gain insight through practice.
"Sephiria, looks like we'll have to start with the basics. The first step is breathing... It might seem insignificant, but it's fundamental."
"Mm."
Sephiria carefully reviewed the knowledge in her mind, her expression gradually turning serious.
Roland was right. Earth Martial Arts taught that great things could be discerned from the smallest details, and the further one advanced, the more important those details became. From the most basic control of one's Ki to Ki Sensing, and then to grasping "a mind as tranquil as the sky, a speed as swift as lightning," all of it reflected those principles.
So Roland and Sephiria began by figuring out how to adjust their breathing. Everything started with the details. If they got those wrong, their breathing would become uneven, their rhythm would fall apart, and their movements would leave openings.
If a Saiyan who had never encountered Earth Martial Arts tried to learn this, they would be completely at a loss unless they had exceptional talent. They wouldn't be able to understand a thing. Fortunately, Roland and Sephiria had the complete martial arts memories of Kami in their minds. They only needed to train according to the detailed methods.
They found some tin that made a sound easily, folded it into wind chimes, and wore them on their bodies. Every movement made them jingle.
The first stage of training would be over once the "wind chimes" no longer made a sound as they moved.
The siblings weren't used to this new training method at first. But after studying it carefully, they gradually grasped its subtleties.
For several days, Roland and Sephiria focused on the most basic training.
As the days passed, they became like sponges soaking up water, steadily absorbing the principles of Earth Martial Arts through their training and incorporating them into their bodies and movements.
Little by little, their movements grew steadier, and every gesture seemed to blend harmoniously with nature.
Time passed quietly. Seven days later, Roland mastered all the martial arts knowledge before Sephiria did, and had put it to use in actual combat.
By then, he could keep his Ki contained. At last, he no longer gave off the same sharp, exposed aura as before. When checked with a Scouter, his energy registered at less than 100 battle power.
Sephiria looked at Roland in disbelief. "Why did you learn so much faster than me?"
"I don't know. It just feels pretty easy," Roland replied.
Roland's answer dealt Sephiria a heavy blow. She was the upper-class warrior, so why was she learning so much more slowly than Roland?
In truth, Sephiria was already learning very quickly. She had grasped the basics of "Ki" in just a few days, something few people could manage. It was just that Roland was even more of an outlier. His ability to understand things was extraordinary.
Roland had a vague feeling that this was probably where he had an advantage over Sephiria.
Learning and comprehension abilities would become crucial in the later stages of the Dragon Ball world.
But then again, no matter how strong someone's ability to learn was, it was completely useless without a foundation or the right way to learn. Take Roland's early days on Planet Vegeta, when he had tried to figure out how to use "Ki" by himself. With no reference to go by, he couldn't even figure out what Ki was, so of course he learned nothing.
It was like a mathematical genius who, after learning basic mathematical theories and concepts, could easily come up with new theories and knowledge after further study. But if that genius had never encountered mathematics, or didn't even know what numbers were, it would be all but impossible for him to independently develop advanced theories.
Roland was a genius with an exceptionally strong ability to learn and comprehend. Although his Bloodline was only that of a middle-class warrior, all he needed was a small opening. With his powerful ability to learn, he could quickly grasp the material and apply it, even creating things of greater depth.
"I'm an upper-class warrior. How could my ability to learn be weaker than yours?"
Sephiria gave Roland an unwilling look, feeling that her dignity as an older sister had been seriously challenged. She lowered her head and went back to training.
Roland was in an excellent mood. At last, he had something he was better at than Sephiria. He smiled smugly, then started over from the beginning to keep strengthening his foundation.
Half a month later, Sephiria had also learned to use "Ki," but by then Roland had pulled far ahead of her.
Annoyed, Sephiria simply grabbed Roland and made him fight her, preserving her dignity as his older sister through battle... The siblings continued training and improving step by step. Time passed, and soon it would be a year since Planet Vegeta's destruction.
At the Galactic Center was an organization called the Galactic Patrol.
Its officers were scattered across the various star systems, dedicated to maintaining peace throughout the Galaxy. Its headquarters was a top-shaped building in the Galactic Center.
That day, in a honeycomb-like hexagonal room covered in a grid, the Galactic Patrol's supreme leader, the octopus-like Galactic King, was lecturing a young Patrol member with several officers in attendance.
The green-skinned Galactic King wore a golden crown. More than a dozen long arms waved in the air. Opposite him stood a purple-skinned alien in a Galactic Patrol uniform. He had huge eyes and not a single hair on his body, making him look like a wild "Ultraman."
The young officer was named Jaco. He was responsible for three sectors of space, including the area around Earth, and was one of the younger members of the Galactic Patrol.
Jaco wasn't especially strong, but he had exceptionally keen eyesight. He could see even things moving faster than light.
"Jaco, I have an important mission for you. You must complete it!" the Galactic King said, waving his arms.
Jaco stared with his golden eyes and asked excitedly, "Is it finally time for this elite to get out there? What's the mission?"
The Galactic King said, "A while ago, the advanced planet Planet Vegeta was destroyed. But our people detected a spacecraft heading toward your sector just before the planet's destruction. Go immediately to a planet called Earth."
"Planet Vegeta? That's the planet where the Saiyans live?"
"Yes. The Saiyans are infamous for their savagery, though fortunately most of them have died by now. Earth is merely an undeveloped, low-level planet. If a Saiyan arrives, it'll surely suffer enormous damage. But the Saiyan aboard that ship is still a child. With your 'excellence,' you should be able to eliminate him on your own, right?"
When Jaco heard the Galactic King praise him, he happily saluted. "Don't worry. Leave it to the excellent me. I'll get the job done."
"Good. Off you go!"
The Galactic King waved one of his arms, and Jaco happily boarded his spacecraft and flew toward Earth.
"Your Majesty, isn't it a bit much to give this mission to that foolish... I mean, excellent officer, Jaco? The Saiyans have already been wiped out. There's no need to pay them any attention," one of the staff members beside him asked.
The Galactic King said, "A mere infant won't cause much trouble, of course. But that idiot Jaco never improves. I'm giving him something to do so he can get some experience. If he can't even handle a tiny mission like this, let's see what excuse he has to keep hanging around headquarters."
Every Galactic Patrol member had a patrol area. Jaco was responsible for the three sectors around Earth, but he never fulfilled his duties. Even the Galactic King was fed up with him.
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