A group of people came out. "Did you call for us, Lord King Kai?" People of all shapes and sizes filed out, and King Kai told them, "He's new here. His name is Son Goten! Say hello, everyone!" "It's nice to meet you!"
"Goten! They're all martial artists from the North Galaxy. In other words, they're all your seniors!" King Kai pointed to the purple wolf-man in front. "This is Mikole. Seven thousand years ago, he fought bravely against the wicked Elian."
Then King Kai pointed to the martial arts warrior standing nearby. "Three thousand five hundred years ago, Sati protected his homeland when a meteorite fell!"
A dashing figure from European mythology stood in the middle. "And this is Oliver. Like you, he was a hero from Earth. His name still appears in myths today."
"The others were all outstanding martial artists when they were alive, too. Everyone here has spent thousands, even hundreds of millions, of years training so they could follow Grand Kai and learn martial arts."
"Does Grand Kai only teach martial arts after someone has trained for that long?" "That's right! Only those Grand Kai considers worthy of being taught can receive this highest honor!"
Hearing King Kai's words, Son Goten felt a little disappointed. "I see!" King Kai chuckled. "Life in the Underworld isn't as easy as it is on Earth."
Just then, a voice rang out. "North Kai is dead... North Kai is dead... He's finally dead! North Kai is finally dead! What a cause for celebration!" Three Kais came running over, and King Kai tensed up.
"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!" "North Kai is finally dead! North Kai is finally dead! He's dead at last! What a cause for celebration!" King Kai was about ready to die of frustration.
"What's there