Trunks is punching in the center of Gravity Room.
He was not wearing any shirt, and his strong bronze muscles were covered with a thin layer of sweat, reflecting a healthy luster under the Gravity Room white lighting.
Her long purple hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, and a headband made of an old washed cloth was wrapped around her forehead.
The way he punches is very interesting.
It's not like the routines of a certain fixed genre, but more like a hodgepodge of several styles mixed together.
Krillin can clearly recognize the calm attitude of Turtle School's basic skills taught to him by Gohan.
The shadow of Vegeta's aggressive Saiyan fighting techniques,
It even incorporates a bit of Piccolo's precise and efficient fighting style in physical combat.
This kid has been thinking and integrating desperately.
He absorbed and smashed all the things from all the teachers and seniors he could come into contact with, and then kneaded them together awkwardly but firmly in his own way.
The technique is still very immature, and the connection between the moves is so stiff that you can hear the "click" sound of the bones rubbing against each other.
But the direction is right.
Trunks punched out, and the air flow brought by the punch hit the metal wall of Gravity Room hard, making a dull buzzing sound.
Just as he was about to close his fists and take a breath, the corner of his vision suddenly caught the sight of three figures at the door who were so familiar that they seemed to be imprinted in his soul.
His movements were frozen in the air.
His eyes moved slowly, and finally landed on the bald face in the front, who was not outstanding in height but whose aura was bottomless.
"Uncle Krillin?!... Uncle Goku? Uncle Piccolo?"
Trunks's voice rose instantly, full of incredible surprises.
He rushed over quickly, almost slipping on the sweat-wet floor because he was so excited.
"Why are you here?! Is something going on in the future?!" He subconsciously became nervous.
"Nothing happened, nothing happened."
Goku walked into Gravity Room carelessly and looked around curiously.
"Hey, this Gravity Room is pretty good. What's the highest magnification you can open?"
"One hundred and fifty times."
Trunks grabbed a T-shirt and put it on, and answered a little embarrassedly.
"After you went back last time, Aunt Bulma used the database left by Dr. Gero and combined it with our own technology."
"It's only one hundred and fifty? The one in our house can be opened now..."
"Goku."
Krillin turned around and glanced at him lightly.
Goku immediately swallowed back the second half of his boastful words and scratched his head in embarrassment.
Okay, okay, I'm not here to show off today.
Krillin walked to the center of Gravity Room and looked around the small but well-organized training ground.
There is a huge whiteboard hanging on the wall, with training plans written in weeks, days, and even hours densely written in black marker.
The handwriting is neat, classified and meticulous.
After all, Bulma brought him up, so Trunks is also very organized in doing things.
"Trunks."
Krillin called him.
Trunks immediately stood up straight, his shoulders tense subconsciously.
He had already read an unusual meaning from Krillin's calm tone.
"Uncle Krillin, what's wrong?"
"I have something. After thinking about it, I still think I should give it to you."
Krillin started Subspace Storage Ring.
A circle of soft golden light spread from his fingers, condensing into a long, narrow and simple outline in the air in front of him.
After the light dissipated, an elegant broad sword was lying quietly on Krillin's hands.
King Kai Sword.
Ever since Krillin released Old King of Gods from the sword, it has been kept in Hyperspace and continued to be nourished by his vast power of Martial Dao True God.
At this moment, it appeared again, and the Silver Form-colored cold light on the surface of the sword was much restrained, and it no longer exuded the pressure of God as it did in the beginning.
But those ancient lines on the spine of the sword have undergone wonderful changes.
Between the grooves that were originally just scratches of time, there are a few faint golden threads.
Those are the traces left by the long-term infiltration of Krillin's divine power, as if brand new blood has been injected into the meridians of the divine weapon.
Let this already extraordinary artifact quietly reach a higher level.
Trunks looked at the sword, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down uncontrollably.
"This..."
"This is King Kai Sword."
Krillin handed the sword to him flatly.
"Now, it's yours."
"King Kai... God?"
Trunks was completely stunned.
He subconsciously stretched out his hand, and when his fingertips were about to touch the hilt, he suddenly retracted it. This action was repeated twice.
"G-give it to me? But... Master King of Gods..."
Krillin interrupted him.
"You don't care who owns it, I'll give it to you when I say it."
"You are a swordsman to begin with, and you are more comfortable with a sword than with your fists."
"This sword can achieve its greatest value only in the hands of its true user."
"As for me, my fists are enough. It would be a waste to follow me with this sword."
Trunks's trembling fingers finally touched the hilt of the sword.
The moment the fingertips touched the cold metal, a warm and strong force was transmitted from the inside of the sword body.
It is a layer of protective energy field formed after the divine power of Krillin is deposited in the sword body.
The sword is very heavy.
But this heavy weight falls on the palm of Trunks. It is not a burden, but an unprecedented sense of security that can be entrusted with life.
Trunks holds the hilt of the sword with both hands and slowly holds King Kai Sword upright in front of him.
The Silver Form-colored sword blade, as smooth as a mirror, clearly reflected his own face.
Purple hair, glazed blue eyes, and a scar on his chin that was left in countless desperate battles and has now faded to the point where it is almost invisible.
He looked at himself in the sword blade with firm eyes but still a hint of confusion, and suddenly felt that he was different from before.
Krillin reached out and patted Trunks's shoulder gently, as if he were his own child.
"Trunks."
Krillin looked at him with calm and deep eyes.
"I probably won't come here again."
Gravity Room was eerily quiet for a moment.
Even the low-frequency buzzing sound emitted by the gravity generator suddenly became extremely loud, hitting everyone's eardrums time and time again.
Goku put away that playful smile, leaned against the wall, crossed his arms across his chest, and watched the scene quietly.
Piccolo is like a sculpture, standing at the door, the hem of his white robe motionless.
"The cause and effect is over."
Krillin's voice was very soft, but it was enough for Trunks to hear every word clearly.
"The timeline of this world has been completely repaired."
"Androids was eliminated, Cell was eliminated, and Zamasu was also completely dealt with."
"Bulma is alive, Piccolo is alive, and all the dead are back."
"Wherever the rest of the road goes, this world no longer needs a savior, nor does it need reinforcements traveling through time and space."
Krillin's eyes fell on him, with encouragement and expectation.
"You just need to use your own hands to create your own future."