"Are you... up?"
Krillin looked at Trunks, which was floating half a meter above the ground, rocking back and forth like a tumbler, and swallowed the teaching theory that was on his lips.
You know, it took a lot of time for Gohan to teach Videl Bukujutsu in the original book. Even Goten only gradually mastered it under the "sparring training" of Trunks.
This kid is lucky. He just started flying, and he didn't even finish explaining the route of Qi's movement. He just flew by feeling?
"Wow! Dad, look! I'm flying!"
Trunks shouted excitedly, but when he was distracted, the balance of Qi that had just been established in his body collapsed instantly.
"Ouch!"
The little guy fell headfirst like a weight, hitting his forehead on the lawn and chewing a mouthful of mud.
"Pfft." Krillin couldn't help laughing.
Trunks Pui Pui spit out the grass roots and dirt in his mouth, and climbed up. Not only was there no frustration on his face, but he was even more excited.
"The feeling just now... was like swimming in water!"
Trunks's big black eyes shine with the light of "comprehension".
"As long as you push your breath down, your body will go up, right?"
Krillin put away his smile and nodded, "The principle is correct. But the key is 'stability'. You just took off a jet plane, with too much thrust and poor control."
"Come again!"
Trunks didn't need Krillin's urging at all and closed his eyes again.
This time, he did not rush off the ground, but took a deep breath, and an extremely thin layer of white Aura began to appear around his small body.
Krillin turns on the observation mode of [Multiple Thought].
In his field of vision, the energy in Trunks's body was correcting itself at an alarming speed.
The failure just now was not meaningless. Trunks's body seemed to have remembered the feeling of imbalance and was instinctively adjusting the output frequency of Qi.
Three seconds later.
Trunks Feet off the ground again.
This time, he didn't shake.
Five seconds later.
He steadily rose to eye level with Krillin.
Ten seconds later.
This kid even tried to do a somersault in the air. Although he stumbled a bit when he landed, he did not fall.
"Is this the value of Saitama's genes?" Krillin felt a little sour.
I think back when he had just traveled through time, he was tortured to death by the system in order to adapt to his body and spirit.
This guy is good, the factory settings are top-notch.
"Dad! I want to fly higher!"
Trunks tasted the sweetness and became bolder instantly.
Ignoring Krillin's obstruction, he suddenly increased the output of the atmosphere, and his whole body rushed into the sky like an out-of-control cannonball.
"Hey! Slow down!"
Krillin had no choice but to follow him in a flash.
High in the sky, the wind howled.
Trunks looked at his own manor and the entire West City from a bird's eye view for the first time.
The feeling of being free and free from restraints made him laugh out loud.
He rose and fell in the air, sometimes circling the clouds, sometimes chasing passing birds.
Although the movements are still very jerky, and he often spins here due to turning too sharply, his innate sense of aerial combat has been fully demonstrated.
Krillin folded his arms over his chest and hung them behind him, neither far nor near.
He looked at his son's flying back, his eyes gradually becoming deeper.
Five years.
During these five years, he enjoyed a peaceful life as a father and a husband.
In addition to completing the weird tasks of the system every day, I also spend time with my family.
Such a comfortable life can easily sap a person's fighting spirit.
But he never forgot that countdown.
[System prompt: Saiyan Raditz arrives at Earth, remaining time: 3 days.]
The red warning font flashed on his retina, as if to remind him that this grand epic belonging to the <Dragon Balls> world was finally about to begin.
"Trunks, have you had enough fun?"
Krillin's voice passed through the wind and reached Trunks's ears clearly.
Trunks, who was chasing an eagle, stopped, suspended in the air, and looked at Krillin with some unfinished thoughts.
"Dad, please play a little longer! I feel like I have completely mastered it!"
"Completely mastered?" Krillin raised his eyebrows, "Then you come and catch me. If you catch me, you are allowed to eat two more dinosaur steaks tonight."
"Really? Keep your word!"
Trunks's eyes lit up, and as a foodie, he was instantly overflowing with energy. He kicked the air suddenly, his body turned into a purple afterimage, and threw himself first at Krillin.
The speed is pretty good, about half the speed of sound.
To a five-year-old, Jianshou is a monster.
But in Krillin's eyes, this is no different from stillness.
He didn't even move, he just turned sideways slightly, and Trunks's little hand slid over, grazing the corner of his clothes.
"Too slow." Krillin commented lightly.
"Come again!" Trunks was unconvinced, braked suddenly in the air, used the reaction force to turn back, and launched another charge.
Once, twice, ten times...
The sun sets and the sky is dyed orange.
Trunks was so exhausted that he was panting and sweating profusely. The air in his body was almost exhausted, and even maintaining flight became a bit difficult.