"Piccolo, you..."
Laburashirakara looked at Piccolo in disbelief. In her heart, this kind of friendship, this kind of conviction, was something she had never seen or even imagined in her entire life. The blood of the White-Clad Interstellar Society's Pope had awakened her, driving her to work for the White-Clad Interstellar Society—but what had the White-Clad Interstellar Society ever given her in return? She had always been alone, living in solitude on Namek Continuation Planet.
She had planted crops across the entire planet by herself. Yet the climate on Namek Continuation Planet was terrible; like Pablongdao Alai Light Demon Star, it was a planet whose sun was a white dwarf. If not for Piccolo's appearance, Laburashirakara might have spent her whole life here, growing old and dying alone. She could not use Instant Transmission. How could she, all by herself, escape the fate of destruction?
Everyone who had originally flown from Namek to Namek Continuation Planet had already perished. Only Piccolo—only he—had given her the chance to live properly.
And he had also given her love.
How could a man like that not move her?
But just as Laburashirakara was moved once again, Piccolo made the choice to oppose her.
She could not believe he would do this. He would abandon love, abandon the lover he had just saved with his life, only to use that newly reclaimed life to save his friend, Uchiha Madara.
Was conviction truly that important? The conviction to save Earth, the conviction to save Namek, and... the conviction to protect one's friends?
Laburashirakara raised her hand again.
A golden sphere of light gathered in her palm. It slowly grew larger and larger. She aimed the golden sphere at Uchiha Madara, then turned to Piccolo and said, "Piccolo, no matter what, I have to kill this