Training

The more Reke thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He deeply hated this lack of control.

But there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't exactly take on Frieza, a big boss with over a hundred million in battle power, when he was just a nobody with 1,000.

That wasn't courage. It was stupidity. It meant he wasn't right in the head.

He might as well kill himself. That would be quicker.

"Time to work out."

Reke stood up, dusted off his hands, and found a nearby rock of a suitable weight. He hefted it and started running.

He didn't care about the trees around him. In fact, they made things better.

Carrying the rock, Reke ran through the gaps between the trees.

At first, he kept crashing into trees, knocking them over, or dropping the rock.

Running was especially awkward for him.

In the end, he stuck his fingers into the rock, finally keeping it from slipping out of his grasp.

He still couldn't guarantee that he'd glide effortlessly between the trees, but he didn't mind. It just meant he had room to improve, which was something to be happy about.

When he trained, Reke lost all sense of time.

Over the course of a month, he'd become completely obsessed with working out.

The feeling of constantly growing stronger was simply amazing. It was far better than playing games, watching movies, or playing cards.

Now he understood why Vegeta spent all day in the Gravity Chamber, and why Kakarot neglected his family to train.

It was all because of their Saiyan blood, which constantly urged them to grow stronger.

After a day of training, Reke dragged his exhausted body back to the cave. You thought that was the end of it?

No. He was still full of energy, so he spent the night working on his ki control.

He'd realized it after firing that ki blast the other night.

His control over his ki was nowhere near good enough. That night, he'd only forced his ki together, and it might have increased the blast's power by a tenth at most.

In other words, with 1,000 in battle power, he could fire a ki blast with at most 1,100.

That had been before his ki grew. Now he had far more of it, and even less control.

So Reke's next training goals were to strengthen his body and improve his ki control.

Reke drew a small amount of ki from within himself and guided it to his palm. A blue energy sphere appeared there.

As he compressed the sphere inward, the dim cave grew brighter and brighter.

Once he'd compressed it from a meter across to half a meter, he couldn't make it any smaller, no matter how hard he tried.

Reke tried forcing the ki inward, but the energy sphere immediately began to fluctuate.

Its shape shifted from a circle to an oval.

Reke immediately stopped putting out ki. He knew that if he kept going, the sphere would explode, and nothing else would come of it.

Reke stared at the energy sphere floating above his palm, completely baffled.

This was way beyond anything he knew.

It wasn't covered in Saiyan knowledge, and it hadn't even been explained in the original story.

Reke kept the energy sphere suspended in place. He didn't notice that it had shrunk just a little, making the cave slightly brighter.

But his attention wasn't on the energy sphere, and that led him to take many wrong turns in the years to come. He only remembered this moment much later.

He regretted it so much that he slapped his thigh.

After thinking for a long time without reaching an answer, Reke casually dispelled the energy sphere.

Images surfaced in his mind of all the different methods for training control that he'd seen in anime in his previous life.

In the end, he couldn't decide which to use, so he planned to try them one by one later.

But he couldn't try any of them now. Udrapa Planet was far too dangerous at night.

Reke didn't dare go out and cause trouble again. He'd barely made it out alive last time and didn't want to throw his life away.

A monster with 3,000 in battle power had appeared last time. Who knew? The next one might have 30,000.

Besides, Reke had never transformed into a Giant Ape since he was born. He was afraid it might be a full moon outside and he'd transform and go berserk.

As a Low-Class Warrior, he'd be guaranteed to lose control, according to the original author's rules.

Even the main character of the world, Kakarot, had lost control in Dragon Ball GT after training for decades, despite having terrifying willpower. In the end, it was his granddaughter Pan who restored his reason.

Reke didn't think he could match Kakarot right now. The only thing he had over him was that his battle power at birth had been five times higher.

But that wasn't going to give him any real advantage.

Having thought it through, Reke stopped worrying and lay down on the ground, sleeping peacefully.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye.

Reke trained his body every morning, then spent the afternoons trying to improve his ki control.

He tried every method from the anime he knew, even the tree-climbing and water-walking exercises from Naruto.

The only thing he could say was that ki wasn't chakra. The two weren't just slightly different—they were worlds apart.

In the end, Reke figured it out.

One let you have fun within a planet, while the other could destroy planets and blow up galaxies at the drop of a hat. The power levels of the two worlds were too different.

Their energy systems were simply not the same. The same went for other anime. They might seem similar, but the slightest difference could make all the difference.

In the end, Reke remembered the exercise Mr. Popo had used to train Kakarot: be as tranquil as the sky.

He had to elevate his mind until he reached a state of "nothingness." That would help him improve himself.

To sum it up: "Quiet the mind, sense the ki, control the strength, and rely on instinct."

Once he'd worked that out, Reke adjusted his training plan. He spent all his afternoons sitting by the stream and fishing.

He didn't care whether he caught anything. He wanted to see when the other wild animals would stop noticing him and come to the stream to drink. Once that happened, he'd know he'd succeeded.

After two months, his control hadn't improved, but the ki inside him had grown by another large amount, and his body had become much stronger.

Compared with that monster with 3,000 in battle power, he was about even, or perhaps a little stronger. His battle power was around 3,100.

As mentioned earlier, Reke was the sort of person who always got even. After two months of training, his battle power had skyrocketed, and he could no longer hold back.

His Saiyan blood was also constantly urging him to seek out a powerful opponent.

Come to think of it, Reke had never fought an opponent who was evenly matched with him.

Either he killed them with a single blow, or he couldn't even get close to them.

He was seriously lacking in combat skills and experience.

Forget the claim that Saiyan fighting techniques had been uploaded straight into his brain. Even setting aside whether those techniques were any good, just look at his opponents during this time.

Either he killed them with one punch, or he finished them off with an energy blast. He'd never had a chance to build muscle memory.

So apart from preparing himself mentally for battle, he was a complete novice in every other way.

The more Reke thought about the monster, the angrier he got. After sensing where it was, he shot into the air and flew straight toward it.