Ten Days Later

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.

In a wilderness area of the ecological gardens on the Capsule House private estate,

two figures, one large and one small, were practicing basic combat.

Who else could they be but Lin Chuan and Son Gohan?

These past few days, Son Gohan had been like Lin Chuan's shadow, following him around as he trained and began his journey toward becoming stronger.

You might ask: hadn't Lin Chuan taught Son Gohan to sense, guide, and cultivate ki?

He had!

Lin Chuan had assumed that simply learning to sense and guide ki would take Son Gohan quite some time, since he'd have to figure out the tricks for himself.

Besides, Son Gohan had never had any experience with cultivation...

But what Lin Chuan hadn't expected was that Son Gohan took less than a day to sense ki, then went a step further and managed to guide it out in one go.

He'd only managed it once, but that was still enough to shock Lin Chuan.

At first, Lin Chuan thought it had been a fluke. But by the next day, Son Gohan could release his ki with ease and control.

The situation nearly made Lin Chuan curse.

Damn, comparing yourself to others was enough to drive you mad!

Back when Lin Chuan had been starting out, he'd known the Original Work's plot and had a general idea of how to cultivate, yet it had still taken him several days to succeed and nearly ten days to master it.

He'd only been two or three years old then, younger than Son Gohan was now, but that was no excuse for being worse than someone else.

This talent, this constitution, was simply outrageous.

What was more, after Son Gohan learned to guide his ki, Lin Chuan could clearly sense that his apparent strength had increased.

The system also showed that his Battle Power Index had reached 100.

The system could display other people's Combat Power.

Lin Chuan had spent a long time experimenting before a sudden inspiration led him to discover this hidden function.

As long as he stared intently at a target, he could see their Battle Power Index.

Not only had Son Gohan's Combat Power increased, but the ki bolstering his small body had also made it exceptionally tough.

In two days, he'd completed all the training steps Lin Chuan had assigned him.

And on the third day, Son Gohan had even come up with a trick of his own: he could condense an Energy Blast without help.

He'd definitely activated the Protagonist Module.

Was that ridiculous?

It certainly was!

But his potential had always been the greatest in the Original Work.

After three days of progress, Lin Chuan had no choice but to seriously teach Son Gohan the Flight Technique on the fourth day.

Actually, learning the Flight Technique was easier than learning to sense, guide, and control ki.

After all, if he could guide ki, that meant he could already control it to some extent.

So how hard could it be to use ki to lift himself off the ground and fly into the sky?

Son Gohan's terrifying talent made Lin Chuan realize once again that teaching him didn't require wasting even a word.

Lin Chuan had barely shown him the Flight Technique, and Son Gohan had barely tried it, yet he could already hover in the air on his own.

His flying was still rather shaky, but once he became more adept at controlling ki—and as his ki grew stronger—flying would be easy.

On the fifth day, Son Gohan once again managed to astonish Lin Chuan.

First, he'd completely mastered the Flight Technique and could fly freely through the sky.

Second, he told Lin Chuan that after learning to fly, he'd started feeling as though he could barely keep the power inside him under control whenever he sensed and cultivated ki.

Lin Chuan's curiosity was piqued. But when he saw Son Gohan release his ki on his own, he was stunned.

At four years old, after less than five days of training, Son Gohan's Combat Power had quietly climbed past 500!

More importantly, he could control it himself.

It seemed Lin Chuan's ki training had indirectly loosened one of the locks holding back Son Gohan's potential, allowing his strength to grow by leaps and bounds.

He'd achieved such results in so little time—far more than Son Gohan's year of wilderness survival training in the Original Work.

At this rate, after breaking 500 in less than five days, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he could break 1,000 in just a few more days.

Once Lin Chuan understood Son Gohan's situation, he stopped taking things lightly and stopped leaving him to train on his own.

Then, especially on this day, something happened after Bulma told Chi-Chi about the place, and Chi-Chi came looking for them.

Lin Chuan saw another side of Son Gohan and understood how badly he wanted to become stronger.

He yearned to grow stronger so he could protect everything he wanted to protect.

The child had a lofty dream. Because he'd chosen to stand on his own, Son Gohan rejected his mother's well-meaning advice for the first time in his life.

He didn't want to grow up in a greenhouse. He'd stood his ground and persuaded Chi-Chi to give in and change her mind, then sought Lin Chuan out himself to make a request.

So, starting on the sixth day, Lin Chuan taught Son Gohan basic training and spent two hours each day sparring with him to hone his combat skills.

More than anything, Son Gohan truly respected him. He treated Lin Chuan like a master who had taught him everything, and like an elder in his family. He listened without complaint.

That kind of temperament was inseparable from Chi-Chi's upbringing, so she'd clearly done a good job too.

"Haah~~~!!!!"

As the last blush of sunset faded from the sky, Son Gohan let out one final shout, leaped into the air, and threw a heavy punch.

Lin Chuan caught it easily and smoothly helped Son Gohan regain his footing.

"Not bad. You've improved since yesterday, but you're still making too many unnecessary movements. Remember, in a fight, flashy moves are useless." Lin Chuan said this to Son Gohan.

"Yes, Uncle Lin Chuan." Son Gohan was exhausted and panting, but still answered obediently at once.

Lin Chuan was very pleased.

Honestly, if he weren't a Transmigrator, if he didn't know what the future held, taking on a child like Son Gohan as a disciple would still have been the right choice.

Once they'd rested enough, Lin Chuan didn't dawdle. "That's enough training for today. We should head back."

With that, Lin Chuan used the Flight Technique and headed toward the Capsule House at Bulma's place.

Son Gohan had already mastered the Flight Technique. He still wasn't fast enough, but he could manage speeds of several dozen to over a hundred meters per second.

Don't think that speed was all that impressive. After several consecutive days of training, Son Gohan's Combat Power was already comparable to what he'd achieved after a year of hard training under Piccolo in the Original Work.

A Battle Power Index of 950!

That figure even surpassed the full-power burst his father, Son Goku, had unleashed when Raditz first arrived on Earth.

And if Son Gohan used an Energy Blast, his maximum Combat Power could reach 1,200!

Lin Chuan had tested it himself. But after that burst of energy, Son Gohan's ki would quickly run low, and his Combat Power would rapidly drop to less than six or seven hundred.

Returning to his flying speed, with that level of Combat Power, he should have been able to break the sound barrier—maybe even fly several times faster than sound.

If he couldn't, it only meant he hadn't trained enough.