This is the Training of the Turtle School

"Martial arts are not for winning fights, nor for winning girls' hearts.

Cultivating martial arts should bring health to body and mind, so life becomes more joyful."

"But when someone threatens you with force, or harms others, then we must use force!!"

"Got it?"

Wukong scratched his head: "Not at all!"

Master Roshi explained: "What I mean is, train hard and enjoy life!"

"Oh, I see! Then I get it!"

Krillin shot Wukong a glance and said: "Are you an idiot?"

"Alright, enough chatter. Training starts now..."

Just then, Krillin suddenly pointed at the sky in shock.

"Th-that, what's that, flying toward us!"

Master Roshi and Wukong both looked up.

Sun Mo was riding a log, speeding toward them, a long afterimage trailing behind him.

Wukong exclaimed in delight: "It's Sun Mo, Sun Mo's here..."

In the blink of an eye.

The log slammed into the sandy ground, spraying sand into the trio's faces. Sun Mo did a backflip and landed steadily on his feet.

"Sorry, I'm late!"

The three wiped the sand off their faces.

Krillin asked in confusion: "Who, who are you? How did you just ride a piece of wood here?"

Anyone with a bit of martial arts knowledge could tell that this Log-Riding Flight entrance was way too flashy.

Krillin could no longer grasp Sun Mo's level.

Son Goku, however, didn't feel a thing and immediately explained for Krillin: "He's Sun Mo, the one I told you about!"

Krillin was stunned: "What, he's Sun Mo? You never said he was this strong!"

Master Roshi cut off their chatter and looked at Sun Mo.

"To take me as your master, you need to find a pretty girl as a test, but they've already found one..."

Sun Mo promptly pulled out a Hoi-Poi Capsule and tossed it to the ground.

"Bam!"

The capsule opened, and a box popped out, revealing several stacks of cash.

Master Roshi and Krillin were both startled.

"That much money?"

He eyed Sun Mo in surprise and asked: "You didn't rob someone with your martial arts skills, did you?"

Sun Mo explained: "Bulma's dad is the world's richest man. She gave me this money.

She said I eat too much and was worried I wouldn't have enough to get by. This is my tuition and food money. When it's gone, I can ask her for more."

"What?"

"Your girlfriend is the daughter of the world's richest man?"

Sun Mo nodded, then asked: "Can the training begin now?"

Master Roshi's mouth twitched, then he said: "Put it away.

I take disciples based on fate, not money!"

Sun Mo knew he was a lecher but not greedy for wealth, so he didn't argue and silently put the money away.

In any case, they skipped the process of finding him a girl.

Master Roshi led the three and began their training.

"Let's start with an easy jog. Follow me!"

"Left, right!"

"Left, right!"

One master, three disciples, started running along the riverbank.

Krillin felt the relaxed atmosphere and couldn't help but bask in self-satisfaction.

"They say Master Roshi's training is harsh, but from where I stand, it's nothing much..."

A moment later, Master Roshi led the three to the Milk Delivery Station.

"Hello, I'm Master Roshi, the one who called yesterday about the milk delivery."

"Please give me the address and the milk to deliver."

So the three of them picked up the milk and started their first job of the early morning.

"First stop, we're going to hop. Follow me, and don't spill a drop!"

With that, Master Roshi bounced off.

Son Goku and Sun Mo quickly hopped after him.

Having trained with Son Gohan, they handled it with ease.

Krillin scrambled to keep up, but his technique was off, and some milk splashed out.

Master Roshi coached him: "Krillin, focus on keeping your balance..."

Krillin wanted to argue, but seeing how steady and fast Wukong and Sun Mo were, he immediately started mimicking them properly.

Master Roshi watched and gave a faint smile.

After finally climbing the stairs and reaching the main road, Master Roshi said:

"Not bad, all of you did well.

Next, we're going to walk in a zigzag pattern..."

The routine didn't change—it was almost identical to what Son Gohan had taught, the same simple, gradual training.

But Master Roshi could tell Wukong and Sun Mo had a foundation, so he soon strapped heavy Turtle Shells onto their backs.

And since Sun Mo was clearly stronger, his shell was heavier, yet he still handled it too easily.

Still, Sun Mo understood the true value of this training and showed no arrogance.

On the contrary, he performed better and more diligently than Krillin and Wukong.

Krillin was already feeling the strain, but seeing Sun Mo and Wukong moving faster than him even with shells on, he gritted his teeth and pushed on.

Soon, the milk was delivered, and the plowing was done.

Master Roshi led them to the Turtle School Classroom.

"Alright, until lunchtime, it's class time."

"To become a true Martial Artist, you must train your mind as well."

Son Goku's face fell.

"Ugh, I hate this..."

Krillin couldn't help but smirk.

"Haha, finally something I'm good at. I'll totally win this time..."

But just as he thought that, he glanced at Sun Mo.

Even in an academic lesson, Sun Mo seemed more at ease than him.

"Teacher, that's not fair! He's way older, he's definitely studied this before..."

Sun Mo said seriously, "I just grew a little early.

I'm actually about the same age as Wukong, just twelve or thirteen..."

Krillin's mouth twitched. "You're kidding me, right? You're at least eighteen..."

Sun Mo pulled out an ID card—Bulma had gotten it for him.

"Look, here's my ID."

Krillin was dumbfounded.

Plowing by hand, working as a laborer mixing cement, dodging hornets and sharks—the routine was still the same as what Son Gohan had taught...

By noon, Wukong and Krillin were collapsed from exhaustion. Sun Mo wanted to keep going, but Master Roshi called a halt.

Sun Mo turned around and said, "Master Roshi, I still have energy left. I can continue..."

Master Roshi raised a hand to stop him. "I know you want to get stronger, and I really admire your hard work.

But the path of training isn't just about 'pushing'—you also need to know how to 'rest.'"

He pointed at Sun Mo's muscles. "Your body has already memorized today's load and techniques, but it also needs time, like a sponge soaking up water, to digest and grow in order to adapt.

Over-pressuring will only stiffen your muscles or even injure you, which will actually slow your progress."

Sun Mo didn't argue. He nodded and set down the Turtle Shell on his back.

If Master Roshi said so, there had to be a reason.

Soon, under Master Roshi's guidance, everyone set up their hammocks.

"From now until 1:30, it's nap time!"

Wukong, Krillin, and Sun Mo all lay down.

Master Roshi said, "Work hard, study hard, play hard, rest hard..."

"That is the way of the Turtle School."