"Bulla and Videl are really close, huh? You didn't even know each other when you transferred here, but I've never seen Videl get that close to anyone before." The blond girl, Erasa, lay sprawled over her desk, her face turned sideways as she looked at Bulla.
"Our personalities probably just clicked." Bulla smiled, not revealing that they had known each other already.
"That's so nice. Videl's basically a young lady from a good family too. Bulla, did you know? Videl's father is Mr. Hercule Satan... He once placed in the World Martial Arts Tournament rankings. He's an amazing martial artist. If you could get some guidance from him, you might become a seriously impressive fighter. Too bad I don't have any talent for martial arts. I'm even failing my regular martial arts classes."
Erasa said it with some regret.
In today's society, the status of Martial Artists had risen sharply. It did not matter if your academic grades were poor. As long as you did well in martial arts classes, it was still a path forward. After graduation, opening a dojo or becoming someone's private instructor both paid quite well.
Hercule Satan's amateurish skills could not even beat Videl.
Bulla's eyelid twitched, but she had no idea what to say, so she could only nod awkwardly yet politely.
Perhaps time really was an invisible medicine. Without anyone realizing it, it smoothed away many rough scars. With the rapid development of the past few years, Hercule Satan's terrible performance in the Cell Games had gradually been forgotten. Now he had reopened his dojo and was recruiting students, showing strong signs of making a comeback.
Although he was not anyone especially prestigious, when his name was brought up, at least some people still remembered who he was. To students like Erasa, who