Who Am I

Papaya Island's rain had finally stopped.

After a night of torrential downpour, the tropical island seemed to have been glazed with a fresh coat of paint.

The air was thick with the saltiness of the sea, the fragrance of earth, and the unique scent of tropical broadleaf plants.

Sunlight pierced through the heavy clouds, stabbing like golden swords into the wet streets, steaming up a thin layer of mist.

The island's most famous restaurant, "Full Feast," was now facing the biggest crisis since its opening...

Or rather, the biggest opportunity.

"Boss! Ten more bowls of rice! Large bowls!"

"And that meat with bones—five more plates!"

A vigorous voice cut through the noisy dining hall, shaking the chandeliers overhead until they swayed faintly.

In the corner of the restaurant, plates had piled up like defensive fortifications, completely blocking the diners behind them.

Waiters darted between tables with trays, sweating profusely as if running a relay race.

"This... this is the fifth round of refills..."

The restaurant owner wiped cold sweat from his forehead, watching the numbers on the bill jump higher and higher, both excited and terrified.

"That spiky-haired kid—is his stomach connected to another dimension?"

Behind the table, Goku was using both hands at a dizzying speed to demolish the food in front of him.

He grabbed a whole roasted chicken, golden and crispy, didn't even spit out the bones, chewed them up and swallowed, a look of pure bliss on his face.

"Delicious! So delicious! For three years I've been eating wild fruit and grilled fish—I'd almost forgotten what rice tastes like!"

Goku said indistinctly, his cheeks bulging like two hamsters hoarding food.

Sitting across from him, Krillin was far more elegant by comparison.

Krillin held a cup of hot tea, gently blowing away the foam.

His appetite now far exceeded an ordinary person's, but ever since acquiring "Genius Intellect," he'd gradually learned to control his body more efficiently.

He no longer needed to binge-eat to replenish energy; every one of his cells could extract calories from food at maximum efficiency.

"Slow down, no one's stealing your food."

Krillin set down his cup, his gaze sharp as he swept over Goku's arms, solid as if forged from steel.

Though Goku deliberately suppressed his aura, in Krillin's eyes—which could see through to the essence of things—

Goku was like a dormant volcano, containing a heart-stopping amount of energy within.

"So, you stayed at the Lookout all three years?"

Krillin asked, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

"Yeah!"

Goku swallowed a whole piece of medium-rare steak and let out a loud burp.

"At first, Mr. Popo taught me."

"He's amazing—like a black shadow. No matter how I attacked, I couldn't hit him."

"He taught me to be 'still'—calm like the sky, yet fast like lightning."

Goku put down the bone in his hand, a rare seriousness flashing in his eyes.

"Later, Kami let me into the 'Hyperbolic Time Chamber.'"

"It was terrifying in there—white everywhere, nothing at all, thin air, and heavy gravity."

"I lasted a month before I couldn't take it anymore. I felt like I'd go crazy if I stayed longer."

"The Hyperbolic Time Chamber, huh..."

Krillin looked thoughtful.

That place was indeed a sacred ground for training, but it also severely tested one's mental fortitude.

"But the most amazing thing was that Kami sent me back to the past!"

Goku gestured excitedly.

"I met Master Roshi when he was young! Even though he was still a pervert back then, peeping on girls bathing..."

"But I also met his master, Master Mutaito!"

"That 'Waterfall Split' technique was so cool! I learned how to control airflow too."

Yamcha, sitting nearby, was dumbfounded, his fork clattering to the floor.

"Back... back to the past? That kind of thing really exists? Goku, are you just hallucinating from hunger?"

"It's true!"

Goku nodded seriously.

"It felt really strange. And now, I can sense a lot of things I couldn't before. Like..."

Goku suddenly closed his eyes, his ears twitching slightly.

"At the door, a very angry 'ki' is approaching fast. Like a burning ball of fire."

The moment he finished speaking, the restaurant's heavy oak door was violently shoved open with a bang.

The wind chimes on the doorframe let out a miserable wail.

All the diners jumped in surprise, turning their heads to look.

There stood a young woman at the entrance, wearing a blue-and-red cheongsam-style Martial Arts Uniform.

She was tall and slender, her skin fair as jade, her long black hair drifting slightly with her anger.

Her features were exquisitely delicate—she should have been a gentle beauty—but right now, those beautiful big eyes were shooting out tangible flames of fury.

The girl swept her gaze across the restaurant, finally locking it firmly onto the Spiky Hair surrounded by a mountain of plates.

"Hmph!!!"

She let out a heavy snort, as if carrying boundless grievance and resentment, the sound wave even shattering a wine glass on a nearby table.

Goku's heart jolted—it was her again, that girl from the registration desk.