The next three days are the time Krillin leaves for his family and the world.
Don't practice cultivation, don't talk about the Divine Realm, don't talk about responsibilities that can crush the universe.
Just accompanying, as a father, husband and friend.
Day one.
West City Outside the city, in the wild river valley.
Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the mountain breeze blows through the forest, bringing with it the smell of green grass and moist soil.
The clear river water flows slowly among the pebbles, and the sunlight falls on the water, breaking it into pieces of fine and shining scales.
Krillin was wearing loose beach pants and bare upper body, sitting on a dead tree covered with moss.
Next to him was an ordinary fishing basket, and in his hand was the simplest bamboo fishing rod bought from a country shop.
The bamboo pole is rough, the fishing line is not strong, and even the fishhook is of the most mediocre style.
But Krillin was sitting very seriously, with a focused look on his face. He was even more engaged than when he was facing Ancient Demon King.
He stared at the small red buoy on the water, breathing very lightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the creatures underwater.
Trunks was sitting on a rock covered with weeds next to him, holding a piece of dogtail grass dangling in his mouth.
He looked at his father who looked like he was facing a powerful enemy. He held it in for a while, but he still couldn't help laughing.
Krillin turned around and signaled him to be quiet with his eyes.
Trunks immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"I didn't say anything, Dad. I just thought that with your aura, the fish in the river would be too scared to move."
Krillin looked at the water again and said calmly.
"Fishing is all about calmness of mind. Master Roshi once said that a true martial artist must be able to maintain a normal mind at all times."
He paused, recalling the scene when Master Roshi taught, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
Trunks grinned and lowered his voice. "But your normal heart is tighter than the fish in the river right now."
"Stop talking."
At this moment, the red buoy sank suddenly, and a circle of fine ripples appeared on the water surface.
Krillin's eyes lit up, and all the muscles in his body tightened instantly. "Here we come!"
He exerted a slight force on his wrist and lifted it up. The movement was clean and neat, and the force was controlled just right.
However...
Snap!
The fishing line snapped at the sound.
An extraordinarily plump big herring jumped out of the water. Under the sun, its blue scales sparkled, full of vitality.
As if deliberately provoking, it flicked its fish tail in mid-air.
There was a crash.
A long stream of cold river water accurately stuck to Krillin's shiny forehead.
The water droplets slid down the outline of his resolute face, flowed over his chin, and finally dripped into the mud at his feet.
The big herring fell back into the water, swung its tail triumphantly, stirred up a small wave, and disappeared into the deep water plants in a blink of an eye.
Ke-Lin froze on the spot, with only half of the fishing rod left in his hand.
"Hahahaha!"
Trunks finally couldn't bear it any longer. He hugged his belly on the stone and laughed so hard that tears burst out of his eyes.
"Dad! You didn't work so hard when hitting Ancient Demon King, why can't you even get a fish! And it even washed your face!"
Krillin dropped the fishing rod in frustration and slapped his hands on the water, causing a large splash.
"Damn it! He let it run away again! This guy is definitely a spirit!"
Trunks wiped away the tears from laughter, came over and said.
"Dad, your strength is so strong. Fishing is all about skill. You need to stand your fishing rod up and walk around a lot."
Not far from them, Lansa stood as straight as a pine tree.
He was wearing a spotless white shirt and his trousers were neatly rolled up, as if he was not going camping but attending an important banquet.
When the wet mud from the river splashed onto the shore, he immediately frowned in displeasure.
Lansa glanced down at the mud spots on the sides of his shoes, and his expression became very unhappy. "This hunting method is too inefficient."
After he finished speaking, he raised his head, and the light in his pure silver eyes lit up.
An invisible and huge Psychic Power suddenly spread.
The originally gentle river surface suddenly seemed to be torn open from the middle by a pair of invisible giant hands.
The clear river water was forcibly lifted up, separated from the river bed, and slowly rose into the air, forming a huge, constantly rotating transparent water ball.
The mud, water plants, rocks on the river bottom, as well as countless schools of fish scurrying in panic, are all exposed to the air.
In the huge ball of water in mid-air, many fat fish were swimming in panic.
The big herring that just dumped Krillin out of the water was also wagging its tail desperately inside.
It seemed to be aware of the fatal danger, turned around and wanted to dive deeper into the water ball.
Lansa just raised his hand, his eyes calm.
The water ball spun slightly.
The big herring seemed to be precisely targeted and separated directly from the water polo.
Wrapped in a soft force, it was suspended in front of Krillin's eyes. The fish's mouth was still opening and closing, seeming to express its final stubbornness.
Trunks was stunned, and then clapped vigorously. "Well done, Lansa! This is the style of our family!"
Krillin looked at the confused big herring in front of him, then looked at the pitiful half of the fishing rod in his hand, and fell into a long silence.
After a moment, he sighed, "This means... I have lost my fishing soul."
Lansa looked at him seriously and said calmly, "But, father, the fish was caught."
Krillin was speechless for a moment, speechless.
At this moment, Milo, who had been silent all this time, stood on the shore.
He usually doesn't talk much, and his expression is always cold, as if he is indifferent to everything.
But when he saw the lively fish in the water balloon in mid-air, there was still a hint of childlike curiosity and interest in his eyes.
Milo silently took off his shirt, revealing the strong and well-proportioned body composed of Martial Dao True God Essence Blood and Perfect Body.
He moved his shoulders, and the joints made a crisp sound.
Then he bent his legs slightly and kicked off the ground violently.
Boom!
The rock beneath his feet exploded instantly, sending rubble flying in all directions.
Milo's entire body turned into an afterimage, plunging directly into the deep pool next to it that had not yet been drained at an extremely exaggerated angle.
A dull thunderous sound of air explosions was immediately heard underwater.
The entire pool was rolling crazily, and huge bubbles popped up on the surface, as if some ancient behemoth was awakening and turning over under the water.
A moment later, the water surface exploded!
An astonishing water column rose into the sky.
Milo broke out of the water, his wet black hair stuck to his forehead, and he held several giant river shrimps of terrifying size in his hands.
The carapace of those river shrimps is as thick as iron and shines with a dark cyan luster.
The pair of giant pincers are thicker than the arms of an average adult, and the tail is still flicking hard in mid-air, making a "snap" sound.
Krillin's eyelids jumped.
It truly is the world of Dragon Balls.
If a river shrimp of this size were placed on the market on Earth, it would probably be regarded as a new species of mutated monster.
Water splashes slid down Milo's shoulders and arms, sparkling in the sun.
A bright, childlike smile rarely broke out on his usually cold little face.
Milo shouted at Krillin and Trunks on the shore, "Extra food!"
Trunks immediately jumped up from the stone and responded excitedly.
"Okay! Today I will grill! Let you see Turtle School's grilling skills!"
Krillin looked at him, somewhat doubtful. "Can you do it?"
Trunks patted his chest hard, full of confidence. "Master Roshi Grandpa taught me that the control of fire is the control of Qi. This is martial arts! Don't worry, leave it to me!"
Krillin thought about Master Roshi's usual cooking skills, and suddenly felt a strong uneasiness.