Return to Mount Paozu

His comprehension, focus, and endurance were nothing like a child's. He was even more outstanding than any disciple Master Roshi had ever seen!

"Good kid..."

Master Roshi stroked his beard, secretly clicking his tongue in amazement.

"Where did Gohan pick up a monster grandson like this?"

Once the foundations had been laid, Master Roshi began teaching him real techniques.

"Wu Xiu, watch closely. This is how you use 'ki'!"

Master Roshi stood on the beach, planted himself in a firm horse stance, and slowly brought his hands together at his waist.

"Gather all the latent energy in your body into a single point... then..."

"Kamehameha--!!"

"Boom--!!"

A blinding blue beam shot forth, crossing several hundred meters of sea before striking a distant reef and blasting it to pieces!

Sun Wuxiu's eyes lit up.

This was what he had dreamed of!

"Did you feel it? This is 'ki.'"

Master Roshi let out a heavy breath.

"Try sensing it yourself."

Sun Wuxiu nodded.

He walked to one side, closed his eyes, and recalled Master Roshi's movements from moments ago.

[Tiger Talisman] activated, bringing his mind and spirit into perfect unity.

The ki within him had long become immensely abundant through six years of exploration and life on Mount Paozu.

He copied Master Roshi's stance, bringing his hands together at his waist.

"Hah--!!"

An enormous mass of ki instantly gathered in his palms!

"What?!"

Master Roshi was so startled that his sunglasses nearly fell off!

That amount of ki?!

"Boom--!!"

Sun Wuxiu did not shout the name of the move. He simply blasted the ki forward!

A similarly azure, yet thicker and more condensed energy wave shot out!

It did not strike the sea, but skimmed over its surface, plowing a long white wake through the water before dissipating from exhaustion a thousand meters away!

"..."

The sea breeze blew past as Master Roshi stood frozen in place.

"D-Did this old man just see things?"

"Master, I think I've gotten the hang of it."

Sun Wuxiu lowered his stance and spoke calmly.

"..."

Master Roshi took off his sunglasses, rubbed his eyes hard, and put them back on.

He walked over to Sun Wuxiu, heavily patted him on the shoulder, and held it in for a long while before finally saying one sentence.

"...You really are a monster, kid."

In the days that followed, Sun Wuxiu's progress could only be described as Godspeed.

At Sun Wuxiu's request,

Afterimage Technique, Thunder Shock Surprise, Hypnosis...

Sun Wuxiu understood nearly every technique Master Roshi knew the moment it was explained, and learned it as soon as he was taught.

Like a dry sponge, he frantically absorbed the essence of the Turtle Hermit Style.

Master Roshi went from initial shock, to numbness, until all that remained was gratification.

"Perhaps the future of martial arts lies with this child."

Of course, there were also things Master Roshi refused to teach.

"Master, what is the Evil Containment Wave?"

When Sun Wuxiu saw that technique in one of Master Roshi's collected ancient books, he curiously asked about it.

"You are not allowed to learn it!"

Master Roshi's reaction was unusually intense. He snatched away the ancient book, his expression becoming incomparably grave.

"Wu Xiu, listen to me! The Evil Containment Wave is a forbidden technique! Although it can seal an enemy away, the price is the caster's own life! No matter what, you are not to touch this technique. Do you understand?!"

Seeing Master Roshi's stern gaze, Sun Wuxiu knew he was looking out for him.

Even if I use it with the [Dog Talisman], I won't die...

He grumbled inwardly, but still nodded obediently.

"Yes, Master. I understand."

Time flowed on, swift as an arrow.

Four years passed in the blink of an eye.

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On the beach beside Kame House.

A youth nearly five and a half feet tall faced the rising sun, bare-chested as he meditated.

His short black hair fluttered gently, and his features had shed their childishness, becoming sharply defined.

Unlike Son Goku's pure innocence, his face carried a composure and resolve no one his age could possess. Even with his eyes closed, he exuded an intimidating heroic spirit.

He was thirteen-year-old Sun Wuxiu.

Saiyans had long growth periods. His current height was not especially remarkable among children his age, but his body was packed with explosive strength.

The lines of every muscle were smooth and perfect, without an ounce of unnecessary fat.

"Whew--"

Sun Wuxiu slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his eyes.

"Four years."

He clenched his fist, feeling the power within him—calm as the sea, yet concealing turbulent waves beneath its surface.

"I've already fully mastered every martial art of the Turtle Hermit Style."

Over these four years, he had not used the Near-Death Revival bug even once.

He had only continued laying his foundations, tempering his body and mind without pause.

Yet even so, without using the Talismans' abilities, Sun Wuxiu was likely already strong enough to contend with Tien Shinhan, who would win the World Martial Arts Tournament three years later.

If he used the Talismans, he could probably exchange a few moves with the young Piccolo. He did not dare claim certain victory, but at the very least, he would not be defeated.

Of course, if they fought for a few more rounds and his passive ability stacked up, victory would be guaranteed!

"The foundation is solid."

Sun Wuxiu rose to his feet and looked toward Mount Paozu.

"Judging by the time... that day is almost here."

He knew very well that the Dragon Ball story began when Son Goku was twelve years old.

The adventure of that blue-haired girl and her search for the Dragon Balls.

"Master Roshi."

Sun Wuxiu entered Kame House, where Master Roshi was, as always, watching morning aerobics.

"Oh? Wu Xiu, finished training?"

Master Roshi greeted him without turning around.

Sun Wuxiu walked behind him and gave him a deep bow.

"Master, thank you for taking care of me over these past four years."

Master Roshi's movements paused.

He turned off the television and slowly turned around, his expression somewhat complicated.

"...You're leaving?"

"Yes."

Sun Wuxiu raised his head, his eyes clear.

"I want to go home and see my grandpa and little brother."

Master Roshi fell silent for a moment, then smiled in relief.

"That's right. You've grown so much already."

He stood and walked over to Sun Wuxiu, helping him straighten his collar.

"In these four years, you've been the finest disciple I've ever seen. No, you've already graduated from my teachings."

"Go on."

Master Roshi patted him on the shoulder.

"The road of martial arts is still long. Do not grow complacent."

"Yes, Master!"

Sun Wuxiu nodded heavily.

"And also..."

Master Roshi suddenly revealed his trademark lecherous grin again.

"Wu Xiu, after you head down the mountain, if you run into any pretty older sisters, d-don't forget to bring them back for your master... hehehe..."

A dark line appeared across Sun Wuxiu's forehead.

"...Master, I'm leaving."

He ignored his shameless old master, turned around, and walked out of Kame House.

"Hey! Wu Xiu! Don't forget to come back and visit often!!"

Master Roshi's shout came from behind him.

Sun Wuxiu did not look back. He merely waved his hand.

He stood by the sea and took a deep breath.

"Mount Paozu... Goku... Bulma..."

"In the world of Dragon Ball, I, Sun Wuxiu--"

"Am officially entering the game!"

"Whoosh--!!"

[Rabbit Talisman: Divine Speed] and [Rooster Talisman: Levitation] activated at full power!

His entire body turned into a streak of white, speeding over the sea and kicking up a long trail of spray as he raced toward the mainland!