Cultivation

The more Reke thought about it, the more uneasy he became; this lack of control was something he deeply detested.

But he couldn't solve it either; he couldn't exactly expect a small fry with a battle power of 1,000 to take on Frieza, a massive boss with a battle power exceeding one hundred million.

That wouldn't be called courage; that would be called being mentally handicapped, or simply having a screw loose.

He might as well just end himself and save the trouble.

"Time to train."

Reke stood up, patted his small hands, found a rock of suitable weight nearby, and started running while holding it aloft.

He didn't care about the surrounding forest; on the contrary, the trees were actually better.

Reke carried the rock, weaving through the gaps in the forest.

At first, he would bump into trees every so often, either knocking them over or dropping the rock entirely.

Reke's running form was incredibly awkward.

Finally, he dug his fingers into the rock, which prevented it from being knocked out of his hands.

Although he still couldn't guarantee he could glide gracefully through the woods, Reke didn't mind; this just proved he still had room for improvement, and he was happy for it.

Reke couldn't perceive the passage of time while training.

Over the past month or so, he had become deeply obsessed with exercise.

The feeling of constantly growing stronger was simply fantastic; it was far better than playing games, watching movies, or playing cards.

He could finally understand why Vegeta would stay in the gravity room all day, or why Kakarot would neglect his family for the sake of training.

It was all the Saiyan bloodline at work, constantly urging him to become stronger.

After a full day of training, Reke would drag his exhausted body back to the cave—but did you think that was the end of it?

No, Reke's mind was still buzzing, and he continued to meditate on his ki at night.

He had discovered this back on the night he used the energy wave.

His control over his ki was far from sufficient; that day, he had only managed to forcibly gather his ki together, perhaps increasing its power by a mere tenth.

In other words, with his battle power of 1,000, he could at most fire an energy wave of 1,100.

And that was before his ki had grown; now that his ki had expanded so much, his control was even lower.

Therefore, Reke's training mission for the foreseeable future was to exercise his body and master his ki control.

Reke mobilized a small strand of ki within his body, controlling it to gather in his palm, and a blue energy ball appeared.

As Reke compressed the energy ball inward, the dim cave grew brighter and brighter.

Once the energy ball was compressed from a meter down to half a meter, no matter how much effort Reke exerted, he couldn't compress it any further.

Reke tried to forcibly squeeze the ki inward, but the energy ball immediately began to fluctuate.

The entire sphere began to warp from a circle into an oval.

Seeing this, Reke immediately stopped the output of ki, knowing that if he continued, the only result would be the energy ball exploding.

Reke stared at the energy ball hovering in his palm, completely baffled.

This was entirely outside his realm of knowledge.

It wasn't in the Saiyan knowledge base, nor had it been taught in the original story.

Reke kept the energy ball maintained like this for a while, failing to notice that the energy ball had shrunk by a tiny fraction, and the brightness in the cave had increased slightly.

It was just that his mind wasn't focused on the energy ball at the time, which would lead him to take many detours in the future, only to remember this day later on.

He would regret it so much he'd slap his own thighs.

After thinking for a long time without result, Reke casually dissipated the energy ball.

Various methods of controlling power from the anime he watched in his past life surfaced in his mind.

In the end, he couldn't be sure, so he decided to try them one by one in the coming days.

However, these weren't things he could test right now; the nights on Udrapa Planet were simply too dangerous.

Reke didn't dare go out and court death again; he had barely managed to save his life, and he didn't want to throw it away.

Last time, a monster with a battle power of 3,000 had appeared; who knew if something with 30,000 might show up next.

Furthermore, Reke had never transformed into a Great Ape since birth, and he was afraid that if there was a full moon outside, he might transform and go berserk.

As a low-class warrior, according to the creator's settings, he would lose control 100% of the time.

Even the protagonist of the world, Kakarot, had lost control after decades of training in GT, despite having terrifying willpower, and it took his granddaughter Pan to awaken his reason.

Reke didn't think he could compare to Kakarot right now; the only thing he had over Kakarot was that his birth battle power was five times higher.

But that wouldn't give him any advantage here.

Once he figured this out, Reke stopped worrying, lay down on the ground, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Time flew by, and two months passed.

Every morning, Reke trained his body, and every afternoon, he attempted to strengthen his control over his ki.

He had tried every anime technique he was familiar with, not even sparing the tree-climbing and water-walking from Naruto.

The result could only be described as: Ki is not Chakra. To say they were unrelated would be an understatement; they were worlds apart.

In the end, Reke figured it out.

One world was about playing happily within a planet, while the other involved blowing up planets and galaxies at the drop of a hat; the power scales of the two worlds were simply too different.

The energy systems were not the same, and the same applied to other anime; a slight deviation in the beginning led to a massive difference in the end.

Finally, Reke thought of the training Mr. Popo put Kakarot through: to be as tranquil as the sky.

He had to elevate his mind to reach the state of "Nothingness," which would allow him to improve himself more effectively.

To summarize: "Still the heart, sense the Ki, control the power, rely on instinct."

Having realized this, Reke readjusted his training plan and spent his afternoons sitting by the creek, fishing.

He didn't care whether he caught anything; the moment he could make other wild beasts ignore his presence and come to the creek to drink water, it would mean he had achieved success.

Two months passed, and although his control had not improved, the Ki within Reke had grown significantly, and his physical strength had increased quite a bit as well.

If he had to compare, he was on par with that monster with a Battle Power of 3,000, perhaps even slightly higher—around 3,100 or so.

As mentioned before, Reke was a man who always repaid his grudges. Now that his Battle Power had surged after two months of cultivation, he could no longer hold himself back.

Not to mention, his Saiyan bloodline was constantly urging him to seek out strong opponents to fight.

Come to think of it, Reke had never actually fought an evenly matched opponent.

It was either him one-shotting the other party, or him being unable to even get close to them.

He was severely lacking in combat techniques and experience.

Forget the idea that Saiyan combat techniques were already hardwired into his brain; setting aside the question of whether those techniques were strong or not, just look at the opponents Reke had faced during this time.

It was either a one-punch finish or a single energy blast to settle things, leaving him absolutely no opportunity to form muscle memory.

Therefore, aside from preparing his combat mindset, he was essentially a complete novice in every other aspect of fighting.

Thinking of that monster, Reke grew angrier the more he dwelled on it. Sensing the creature's location, he launched himself into the air and shot off in that direction.