Southern seas.
The salty sea breeze stirred up white waves and slapped them on the golden beach, making a rhythmic splashing sound.
A pink hemispherical building stands quietly in the center of the island.
Under the eaves, an old radio was playing retro pop music with noise.
On the yellow beach chair, Master Roshi was lying leisurely in a floral shirt and large pants.
He had his iconic pair of red wide-rim sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and he was holding a colorful magazine with a hot cover in his hand, which he was reading with gusto.
From the reef area not far from the house, there were waves of low air explosions.
Trunks is naked from the waist up, sweat flowing along the strong muscle lines.
He was undergoing boring punching training. Every time he punched, the fist surface would create a circle of white air waves visible to the naked eye in the air.
But he followed the teachings of Master Roshi and tightly restrained the violent power of Martial Dao True God Body within Inch Strike, never letting any excess breath leak out.
A faint light flashed.
Krillin appeared out of thin air next to the beach chair.
He didn't deliberately restrain his figure and walked directly over. His tall body blocked the sunlight shining on the magazine.
Shadows cast.
Master Roshi ba smacked his lips, seemingly dissatisfied with the sudden obstruction.
Krillin turned around and glanced at his son who was concentrating on training in the distance.
Trunks's movements are becoming more and more steady. The martial arts foundation that belongs to the people on earth is taking root and sprouting in this young man's body little by little. In time, he will become a great person.
Krillin turned around and nodded calmly to the old man on the beach chair.
Master Roshi Close the magazine.
He sat up straight and raised his hand to take off the red sunglasses that seemed to grow on his face.
Krillin took out the crystal vial containing the new Super God Water from his arms and handed it over.
The crystal bottle reflects a psychedelic halo in the sunlight, and the water droplets inside slowly flow.
"Master Roshi. The inheritance of earth's martial arts will have to be protected by you from now on." Krillin's voice was unprecedentedly solemn.
Master Roshi looked at the vial handed to him and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Krillin looked at the sea in the distance and continued, "I will take Trunks back later. His mother misses him very much."
Master Roshi rubbed his calloused fingers twice on his trouser legs.
He opened his mouth, intending to make a colorful joke as usual to cover up the atmosphere at the moment, such as asking if this bottle of water can make people rejuvenate and chat up young girls.
But when he raised his head and touched Krillin's eyes, he swallowed the joke that was on his lips.
What kind of eyes are those.
It has gone through the birth and death of countless universes, crossing dimensions and rules that ordinary people cannot imagine.
Those eyes reflected the explosion that destroyed the galaxy, and also reflected the extreme darkness at the bottom of Abyss.
But after all this, those eyes were still as clear as the clean sea in front of the door.
Calm, and a hint of deep nostalgia.
Master Roshi's hand shook violently.
With his state of mind, of course he understood what this meant.
The sea breeze blows.
Neither master nor disciple said a word, and just sat down side by side on the beach.
The sun is a bit dazzling.
"Time flies so fast. I still remember the first time you, a little bald man, came to this island in a small wooden boat."
Master Roshi looked at the vial in his hand, his voice a little hoarse.
Krillin smiled, "Yes. I was short at that time, so in order for you to accept me as your disciple, I even brought a few out-of-print magazines as a meeting gift."
"You were very naughty back then."
Master Roshi also laughed, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes squeezed together,
"I wake you up early every morning to deliver milk. I carry that heavy turtle shell on my back and work on the construction site, being chased by dinosaurs. If I run too slow, I get stung all over my head by bees."
That's where the story originally started.
Life at that time was simple and happy, far away from the crisis of destroying the universe, and did not understand the frequent battles across dimensions.
There is only sweat, occasional complaints, and a bowl of hot rice after practice.
"Unknowingly, you all have grown up. Goku That guy has turned into a monster that even gods look up to."
"And you, kid, have already walked in front of everyone, and you can't even see my back."
Master Roshi sighed, with deep emotion and relief in his tone.
Waves Mr. Popo washed over the beach, taking away the fine shells.
Krillin looked at the horizon in the distance.
Krillin spoke slowly, "You taught us back then: exercise well, study well, have fun, eat well, and rest well."
He paused, turned his head and looked at Master Roshi seriously.
Krillin's voice became extremely solemn, "This is the training purpose of Turtle School."
"Whether it's the normal Saiyan or the transcendent dimension True God. If you can't even do the basics of life well, no matter how strong you are, it's just a shell."
"This is what you taught me."
Krillin stood up.
He patted the sand on his trouser legs, then turned around and faced the old man sitting on the beach chair.
Krillin put his feet together, leaned forward, and bowed deeply to Master Roshi.
Action standards, meticulous.
Just like the little monk who expressed the most respect to his teacher when they first met.
"Without your guidance, I would never be where I am today."
Master Roshi sat on the chair and accepted the prayer calmly.
More than three hundred years of accumulation suddenly burst at this moment.
He looked at the tall and strong man in front of him, and his vision gradually became blurred.
Two lines of muddy old tears slid down the grooved cheeks, hit the beach, and were instantly lost in the sand.
This old man, known as the God of Martial Arts, has completely shed all his strength and pretense.
He looked down at the crystal vial in his hand.
The colorful drop of water reflects the afterglow of the sunset in the bottle.
He knew very well that this was not only a drop of water, but also the hope and immortal fire for the future of martial arts on the entire earth.
In the long years to come, he will take care of this drop of Super God Water to understand his own Divine Realm, and witness the rise and glory of generations of martial arts masters.
Master Roshi Close your five fingers and hold the vial tightly.
When he raised his head again, the turbidity and old age in his eyes were gone.
Instead, it is as sharp and unstoppable as Master Mutaito back then.
"Go." Master Roshi said in a deep voice.
He took on this heavy burden.
The setting sun dyed the sea surface orange-red.
The waves crashed against the rocks, and the yellowed deck chairs and old radios cast long shadows in the afterglow.
The ultimate warmth accumulated over the years turned into eternity at this moment.
Krillin turned around and took steps in the direction of Trunks.
Kami's Lookout Square.
The space was distorted.
Krillin reappeared on the hard square brick with Trunks who had changed into a clean Martial Arts Uniform.
"Trunks!"
Bulma saw his son at a glance.
Her eyes were red, and she quickly stepped forward and hugged the strong man, who was a head taller than her, tightly.
Trunks scratched his head in embarrassment, but still obediently allowed his mother to hold him and comfort him softly.
Krillin stood aside and glanced around quietly.
People came in great numbers.
Goku clasped his hands behind his head and looked here with a smile;
Piccolo leaned against the stone pillar, his eyes deep and inexplicable;
Yamcha, Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu stand side by side;
Gohan pushed up his glasses and walked towards Trunks, whom he had not seen for a long time;
Further away, Raditz, who had just been picked up, crossed his arms and looked at everyone with a complicated expression.
All Z Fighters are gathered here at this moment.
Krillin took a deep breath.
Those eyes that had experienced countless storms and battles slowly scanned every familiar face.
"Everyone."
Krillin's voice was not loud and his tone was very calm.
"This world can no longer bear my existence."
The entire Kami's Lookout instantly fell into deathly silence.
The smile on Goku's face froze, Piccolo stood up straight suddenly, Bulma let go of Trunks, turned his head and stared at his husband in disbelief.
Krillin looked at their shocked expressions and left the last promise lightly.
"In three days, let's meet again at Capsule Corporation for the last time."