The next day, sunlight broke over the horizon, and the sky gradually turned pale.
When Roland woke, he heard fierce sounds of fighting coming from outside. He stepped out of his room and saw that Son Gohan and Trunks were sparring. Both were in Super Saiyan form, silver lightning coiling around their bodies and forming a thick wall of Ki around them that no one could approach.
Caroline, Honora, and the other women could only stand and watch from a safe distance. Though they could not clearly see their movements, they still observed with complete focus.
Seeing Roland come over, Trunks and Son Gohan stopped what they were doing.
"Mr. Roland!"
"Lord Roland!"
Different forms of address rang out one after another as Son Gohan, Caroline, and the others greeted Roland.
"You started training this early?" Roland walked over with a smile.
"A strong body is what supports even greater power. After being revived, my hands were itching a little, so I asked Trunks to spar with me. It also let me test his strength." Taking a towel and wiping the sweat from his body, Son Gohan's face showed a relieved smile.
"Trunks's growth has exceeded my imagination. I'm almost no match for him anymore."
The child who had once followed behind him and needed his protection had already grown into Earth's guardian.
"Not at all. It's only because Big Brother Gohan didn't go all out," Trunks hurriedly said modestly.
"You don't have to flatter me. I know my own strength. If we really fought, I definitely wouldn't be your match."
Son Gohan shook his head instead. Tempered by the flames of war, his eyes were very sharp. With just a brief exchange against Trunks, he had already grasped the state of his strength.
He was absolutely no longer Trunks's