Trunks lowered his head and tightly grasped the hilt of King Kai Sword's sword with both hands.
His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, the amplitude was very small, but Krillin could see it clearly.
There was warm liquid, falling drop by drop on the cold Gravity Room floor.
One drop.
Two drops.
Three drops.
Finally, Trunks could no longer hold on, his knees softened, and he knelt down heavily.
He knelt in front of Krillin, holding the King Kai Sword that carried endless hope across his chest, his forehead almost touching the ground.
The cry that had been suppressed for a long time was finally forced out of his chest.
On and off, choked with sobs,
Like a lone wolf who has been trapped in a desperate situation for too long, it screams in pain and ecstasy when it finally sees the dawn.
He is not a crybaby.
Any soldier who can stand alone for twenty years in the apocalypse of Androids cannot be a crybaby.
But some tears have nothing to do with vulnerability.
That's freeing.
"Thank you... thank you..."
Just a few words.
His voice was hoarse, his voice was so broken that he could barely form words.
But Krillin heard the gratitude wrenched from the depths of the soul more clearly than ever.
Krillin didn't help him.
He made Trunks kneel there and cried for a while.
Some emotions need an outlet.
Piccolo turned his face away silently.
Goku stood in the corner, rarely speaking.
He looked at Trunks's back that was shaking violently due to crying, and remembered some things from many, many years ago.
When the boy from the future with eyes full of despair appeared in front of them for the first time,
He is also so young, so tight, and his eyes are filled with too much weight that should not be borne by his age.
Finally, Trunks wiped his face and stood up holding the Excalibur.
"I swear that I will use my life to protect this hard-won peace."
He raised King Kai Sword in front of him, with the blade facing one side and the handle facing the sky.
This is his unique sword-holding ceremony, which does not belong to any known school. It is a gesture that can only be performed by a warrior who has truly shouldered everything in the apocalypse.
Krillin nodded happily.
Then he took two steps back and looked at Goku.
"Goku, it's your turn."
Goku walked from the wall to the center of Gravity Room.
When he walked, he didn't release any excess air around his body.
But the moment he stood still, the air molecules in the entire Gravity Room began to produce a rapid and exciting rhythm.
Trunks's pupils suddenly contracted.
Goku grinned, revealing his signature smile, simple, direct, without any impurities.
"Trunks, uncle also gives you a farewell gift."
The moment he finished speaking, his black hair silently changed color starting from the roots.
White.
It was like the first light at the beginning of creation, a pure, flawless Silver Form color that exuded a divine brilliance that made people dare not look directly.
The hair strands stand upright, and the end of each strand is wrapped with red thunder that is as fine as stardust.
His eyes turned from deep black to majestic white gold, and in the depths of his pupils, there were real stars slowly rotating.
The tail of Saiyan also changed from the original brown to the same Silver Form. It was raised straight behind the back, and the hair on the tip of the tail exuded a soft halo like the sun.
Super Saiyan 5.
The power of the Seven-Dimensional Divine Realm, for the first time in this repaired future timeline.
Goku just stood there quietly without deliberately exerting any pressure.
He has reduced his own pressure to the lowest level that he can control.
But that level of presence cannot be hidden by just "collecting" it.
Gravity Room's metal wall began to make an overwhelming "creaking" sound.
The bolts on the floor were squeezed by the invisible force field and shot up from the ground one after another.
All the indicator lights of the gravity generator flashed red instantly, and the automatic protection program popped up dense garbled warnings on the screen.
Trunks was so shocked that he was speechless
What kind of state is that?
If his current Super Saiyan 2 is just looking up at the bright starry sky under the clouds,
Then the Goku in front of him has transformed into the starry sky itself, looking down at him from the other side of the universe.
"This... this is...Super Saiyan 5..."
Trunks The hand holding the sword was shaking slightly.
But his eyes were wide open and unblinking.
He wanted to carve this picture, this light, and this unreachable power into his soul forever without missing a single frame.
This image, this height, will be the farthest coordinate that he will spend the rest of his life chasing and looking up to.
Goku smiled in the sacred light of Silver Form. That clean smile was deeply memorable to anyone who saw it.
He slowly retracted his transformation, his silver hair faded away, his black hair and black eyes, and he returned to his ordinary appearance wearing orange-red Martial Arts Uniform, looking somewhat honest.
"Okay, okay, I'll show you here."
Goku scratched his hair and regained his black hair.
"You have to walk the rest of the way on your own. Don't always think that someone will help you in the future. You are no longer a child."
Trunks nodded vigorously.
His nose felt a little sore again, but this time, he held it back.
Krillin has arrived at the door of Gravity Room.
Piccolo followed him, and the disappeared Staff returned to his hand at some point. The tail of the stick hit the ground, making a rhythmic and clear sound.
"Then we won't bother you."
Krillin raised his hand, and the Spatial Rift leading to another timeline quietly opened in front of his palm.
Just when the three of them were about to step into the crack, a burst of extremely rapid footsteps suddenly came from above Gravity Room.
The metal pedals in the stairwell made a "ding-ding-dong-dong" sound.
"Trunks! Trunks! Are you okay!"
The sound passed through three floors and a thick blast door, and was still clearly audible.
It's a woman's voice.
With a slight gasp and uncontrollable anxiety.
Krillin turned around and glanced at Trunks with a smile.
Trunks's expression flashed an extremely complicated look, mixed with envy and helplessness.
"It's Aunt Bulma. She probably detected the energy fluctuations of Uncle Goku just now."
Krillin smiled.
"Say hello to her for me."
He stepped into the chasm.
Goku and Piccolo follow closely behind.
At the last moment when the gap was about to close, Trunks saw Krillin raise his right hand and wave it casually towards him in the light.
A very common action.
Let's just say goodbye.
After that figure completely disappeared into the crack, the entire Gravity Room suddenly became extremely empty.
Trunks held the cold but warm King Kai Sword, standing alone in the empty room.
Silver Form-colored sword still has a reassuring aftertaste that is not of this world.
"Bang!"
Gravity Room's door was pushed open by a huge force.
Future Bulma stumbled in, holding a wrench soaked in engine oil tightly in his hand.
There are still a few wisps of dust on her iconic blue hair.
Her eyes anxiously swept over the empty Gravity Room, and finally settled on the face of Trunks.
"What happened to that terrifying energy reaction just now? My instruments were all burned!"
Her words suddenly stopped the moment she saw Trunks's expression clearly.
Because she saw the tears on Trunks's face,
Seeing his eyes that were no longer confused and full of firm light,
And the sword in his hand... exudes a divine light that does not belong to this era.
"They... have been here?"
Bulma's lips trembled, and his voice was as soft as sleep.
Trunks met Bulma's gaze.
"Well, I've been here and just left."
He paused, and then added in an unprecedented calm tone.
"And he said he would never come again."
"Click."
The wrench in Bulma's hand slipped from his fingers and hit the hard metal floor heavily, making an extremely harsh and crisp sound.
She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out.