Migration Before Formal Training

After saying this, he put his hands behind his back and prepared to leave.

Krillin thought of the days he had been bullied at the temple, and he was not about to give up so easily. His expression suddenly turned resolute.

"Please wait a moment, Master Mutaito!"

Master Roshi paused slightly and looked back at him.

"Please allow me to plead my case!"

Glancing around at the others, he carefully picked up his bundle.

"Master Mutaito, please come with me!"

After saying this, he gave Master Roshi a pleading look before retreating to a corner away from the crowd.

"What's with all the mystery? Honestly!"

Master Roshi grumbled, though his curiosity had been piqued.

"I'd like to see what new tricks you have up your sleeve, kid!"

Son Gohan looked on with a strange expression, but remembering his own previous actions, he didn't stop him. After all, Krillin was an important prop for Goku's future Transformation; he only needed to trip him up a little, not actually get him expelled from the school, right?

Seeing Master Roshi approach, Krillin, who was waiting anxiously in the corner, stopped hiding things. He hurriedly took a beautifully crafted picture book out of the bundle behind him.

"Master, this disciple knows that you are a master of martial arts and surely view gold and silver as dirt, so I have no precious gifts to offer. This was given to me by a righteous man while I was out upholding justice!"

Master Roshi narrowed his eyes and examined it closely.

"I know I'm still young and surely couldn't handle such treasures, so today, I gift them all to you, sir!"

Seeing Master Roshi's indifferent reaction, Krillin gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and opened the bundle wide, revealing a large stack of booklets.

The beauties depicted on them were all in various alluring poses—golden-haired and blue-eyed, plump and round, or delicate and demure; they had everything.

Most importantly, the amount of fabric they wore was quite minimal, with some barely hanging on by a thread—true performance artists.

Upon seeing so many picture books, Master Roshi suddenly snapped the one in his hand shut and covered his nose with both hands. He didn't even need to think about it; the surging rush of blood told him these were the real deal.

"Ahem, since you are so thoughtful, I shall take them to... critique them!"

"As for you... you may stay for the time being."

"Yay! I've finally succeeded in becoming a disciple!"

Recalling his long journey, tears gradually welled up in Krillin's eyes, and his eye sockets turned red.

"I will definitely study martial arts hard!"

His serious expression made Master Roshi feel a bit embarrassed to trouble him.

But embarrassment aside, the necessary test still had to be given.

"Wukong, come here!"

After calling out to Son Goku on the side, Master Roshi pointed at Bulma and Xiao Wu and said.

"Before you officially start learning martial arts, you must find two cute girls for me!"

Given that Gohan has already set an example for you. The standard is to compare them to the kind he found!

Clearing his throat, Master Roshi solemnly issued this task.

It wasn't that he was greedy; he could already see that one of the two girls over there was the kid Gohan's girlfriend, someone he couldn't even look at, and the other was also subject to his will, someone he could look at but not touch.

If he didn't have someone to entertain him then, he didn't know how stifled he would be. This arrangement was called "achieving peace of mind"!

"Okay, no problem!"

The straightforward Son Goku immediately agreed.

"Well, we're not in a hurry with this matter. Let's change locations first."

"Wukong, take Krillin with you."

"Gohan, you guys still ride your Dragon, we're leaving right away!"

After making arrangements, Master Roshi stood on the Old Turtle's back.

Yamcha stood dumbfounded on the spot (•ิ_•ิ).

"Master Mutaito, what about me?"

"Your training has already begun, so don't think about slacking off. Follow behind me and swim!"

After scolding him, the Old Turtle rushed out at the forefront, and everyone followed behind using their own methods.

Bulma, looking at Yamcha paddling frantically below, curiously asked.

"This person is so miserable. I always feel like that lecherous old man doesn't think highly of him?"

Looking at Bulma's confused expression, Son Gohan shook his head.

"You can't just look at the surface of things. In just over half a month, his Ki has improved by a large margin!"

"He, who was originally far behind Wukong, can now almost match Wukong."

"Huh? Is he that amazing?"

Bulma scratched her head, then suddenly remembered something and hurriedly fished the Battle Power Tester out of her backpack.

"Come to think of it, it's been a long time since we last tested. Why don't we take this opportunity to test everyone again!"

After saying that, she picked up the big toy.

"Let's start with you, Son Gohan!"

Click!

"Beep, beep, beep, beep..."

"Battle power index... 57!"

"Huh? Has your battle power gone up this much again?"

Muttering to herself, Bulma continued to scan the others.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep..."

"Beep, beep, beep, beep..."

"The battle power points are... 140, 27, 25, 14, and 12 respectively!"

"Everyone's numbers have changed!"

Bulma marveled.

"That's normal. If you don't slack off on your daily training, you'll see a significant improvement."

Son Gohan could accept these numbers. Because his training had reached the threshold of sensing ki, he hadn't focused much on strength training to ensure a solid foundation, opting instead for meditation.

And after observing Master Mutaito perform the Kamehameha at Fried Bread Mountain, he had basically grasped the fundamentals of ki, leading to a natural increase in his strength.

As for Son Goku, he could only be described as a monster. He had figured out the Kamehameha on his own without even knowing the most basic concept of ki!

His strength had also seen the most significant increase. Hadn't Yamcha, even after undergoing Master Roshi's hellish special training, only just managed to be on par with him?

As for the others... Master Roshi was really slacking off now. His base value had dropped by another point; it seemed he hadn't practiced in a long time!

How can this be? At over two hundred years old, he's still in his prime for fighting—he should be training hard! Master, from now on, your disciple will help you improve!

A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as Son Gohan began to plot how to put the old man through his paces.

"Hey, Gohan, why do you look like you're up to no good?"

Seeing his expression, Bulma shuddered.

It wasn't just her; even Master Roshi, who was leading the way ahead, felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched by some kind of monster!

The group quickly moved east, and in less than half a day, they arrived on a vast peninsula.

Master Roshi jumped off the Sea Turtle and threw out the Capsule House.

"Let's each rest for today. Starting tomorrow morning, we'll begin our Kame Style training camp!"

"Goku, take Krillin and hurry. Try to be back before tonight!"

Master Roshi rubbed his small hands slyly, seeming impatient.