Teaching

"What are you all doing?" Reke asked, puzzled.

"We deeply apologize for letting you go hungry; we will prepare a meal immediately."

The group moved with swift efficiency, the earlier atmosphere of playful bickering completely vanished.

"Make plenty; I have quite a large appetite," Reke instructed.

As the Budaso Adventure Team began cooking, Reke, feeling bored, kept his eyes on them.

Before long, he noticed that whichever one he stared at would stiffen up, cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads.

Seeing this, Reke understood they were nervous; someone must have seen the power level reading from earlier.

The mental pressure it had placed on them was simply too great.

Reke had experienced that feeling himself, so he stopped watching them and sat on a stool, fiddling with his tail.

Over half an hour later, the meal was ready.

Without a word, Reke buried his face in the food, and the dishes on the table began to vanish at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Refreshing! It's been too long since I've eaten something this good."

Once Reke had wiped the table clean, he lay on the ground and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Didn't you all eat?" Seeing them still frozen in the posture of starting a meal, even the thick-skinned Reke felt a twinge of embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself for a moment."

"It's fine, it's fine."

"Right, we aren't hungry yet."

"Are you full, or should we go make some more?"

The group waved their hands repeatedly, while internally complaining: where did this starving ghost come from? He ate enough for twenty people all by himself.

Reke hadn't heard the earlier comments, but the last sentence clearly caught his attention; he sprang up instantly, eyes gleaming as he looked at Fourth, who had asked the question.

"Really? I was only five-tenths full; I could definitely eat a bit more with you guys."

"Thud!"

The group collectively collapsed, their mouths twitching. They were speechless at Reke's antics and couldn't fathom how such a small guy could fit so much food inside him.

Realizing that this person wasn't actually that difficult to deal with, the weight in their hearts lifted, and they all felt a sense of relief.

After dinner.

The group sat in a circle, and Reke asked curiously, "With your level of combat power, why did you head into the Wild Grasslands?"

Usually, one shouldn't hit a person in the face, and Reke was someone who specifically aimed for the face, but he had to admit the truth of his own words.

"Is the combat power you mentioned referring to energy?" Eighth asked curiously.

"Yeah, I compared it today; the gap between the two isn't large."

"By the way, I'll compensate you for the equipment I broke today."

As a fine youth of the new century who had received nine years of compulsory education, Reke possessed at least that much conscience.

This had nothing to do with how much combat power he had; to him, it was the most basic moral standard of being a person.

"It's fine, it's fine!" After Four-Eyes expressed his indifference toward the equipment, he began to answer Reke's question.

"Reke, I don't know if you heard that earth-shattering roar over ten days ago? We wanted to see exactly what kind of creature produced it, which is why we risked venturing deep into the Wild Grasslands."

"Originally, our team only planned to record unknown creatures on the edge of the Wild Grasslands, but that roar made us determined to go deeper."

"But we never expected the Wild Grasslands to be so terrifying; if it weren't for your appearance, we might have been completely wiped out."

"Uh!"

Now it was Reke's turn to be left speechless by them. These few small fries actually wanted to go find his Giant Ape form.

There were better ways to commit suicide than that!

Reke looked at them with a strange expression, and unable to hold it back, he finally spoke.

"I don't mean to discourage you all, but at your level, I'd be impressed if you could even make it 5,000 miles in."

"Setting aside the situation in the grasslands, you have no idea what kind of existence you are looking for."

Reke didn't want to tell them about the Giant Ape, so after a moment of narcissism, he continued, "It could kill me in an instant."

"Do you want to feel my aura?"

"I can let you experience the feeling of being on the verge of death."

Looking at the group's "death-defying" expressions.

Reke couldn't be bothered to waste more breath and began to release the massive ki within his body.

He had only released about 10,000 units of combat power when the group rolled their eyes and fainted.

Reke didn't pay them any mind, simply waiting quietly for them to wake up.

Among them, Four-Eyes had the highest combat power and was the first to wake. His first reaction was to scramble backward, looking at Reke with a face full of terror.

Before long, the remaining few woke up one after another, but their movements were identical to those of Four-Eyes.

It was only after confirming that Reke had no intention of attacking them that they gradually calmed down.

They each lowered their heads, remaining silent.

They were filled with frustration.

Reke, fearing he hadn't dealt enough of a blow, spoke up.

"Heh! I only used one-tenth of my power against you just now."

Reke chuckled softly.

The group suddenly raised their heads, staring intently into Reke's eyes as if trying to confirm something.

"Clap, clap! Snap out of it."

"From now on, you will follow my arrangements."

"Starting tomorrow, you will take me to the city to find the best scientists."

The group nodded silently, none of them daring to contradict Reke.

"Do you have any aircraft? We'll use an aircraft to travel tomorrow."

"Reke, we do have aircraft, but they aren't here; our companions already took them away."

Four-Eyes forced himself to perk up and replied.

Only then did Reke realize the trouble.

This place was not like Earth, where the existence of Hoi-Poi Capsules made everything convenient.

"Can you fly? Aside from her, that is." Reke asked, rubbing his chin.

The group shook their heads in unison.

"Sigh!"

"How can your combat power be so high yet you can't even fly? You're all too useless."

Reke was at a loss now.

Do I have to teach them how to fly first? Reke thought to himself.

"Damn it, guess I'm just unlucky."

The group felt utterly ashamed by Reke's words, yet they dared not refute him.

They knew that in their country, aside from those born with wings, no one had ever managed to fly; even the nation's strongest warrior, with a combat power of 8,000, could not fly.

How could they possibly fly?

At this moment, they felt Reke was being unreasonable.

Reke was unaware of their inner thoughts, nor did he care.

He spoke directly and taught them the Flight Technique.

"I'm only giving you two days. If you still haven't learned it within two days, I will set off with this lady first." Reke said, pointing at Eighth.

Why did it take Reke so long to sense his ki, only succeeding under the threat of life and death, yet he only gave them two days?

It was because Reke had to grope his way forward step by step, with the anime at most providing him a general direction.

Moreover, his combat power was extremely low when he first sensed his ki—only a little over one hundred.

Four-Eyes and the others were different; their lowest combat power was over 500, and they had Reke's method to guide them.

Even if Reke only gave them two days, it wouldn't matter if they failed to learn it; he would consider this method of ki cultivation as compensation for them.

Was the method of ki cultivation precious? Certainly, but Reke didn't care.

Possessing the method of ki cultivation didn't mean they could surpass him.

If it were that simple, the gap between the Earth warriors and Saiyans like Kakarot wouldn't have grown so wide.