At the Briefs family's home, in the backyard.
Mu Yang sat in the shade beneath a large tree, surrounded by flowers and plants.
He kept his eyes closed, legs crossed, and hands resting on his knees. With each breath, the air seemed to grow heavier.
At that moment.
A gentle breeze brushed his cheeks and stirred his jet-black hair. A tremendous gravity seemed to rise around him.
"Whis, is Mu Yang okay?"
"Mm, he should be fine. After all, this is a divine technique he developed himself."
Whis and Bulma stood not far away, gazing at Mu Yang beneath the tree with shining eyes.
Bulma looked worried.
Whis, on the other hand, was completely calm, standing on the ground with his Scepter in hand.
The next instant!
Boom!
The ground beneath Mu Yang seemed to have taken a heavy blow, crumbling and sinking.
Then he opened his eyes. A flash of red gleamed in them, and a brilliant smile spread across his face. "Gravity Manipulation Technique—successfully mastered."
Mu Yang stood up and gradually increased the gravity on his body, controlling it with his technique. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Fifty times... one hundred times... two hundred times...
He kept increasing it until he reached two hundred times gravity. Mu Yang felt his body hit its limit; if he raised it any further, his body would collapse. Only then did he finally stop.
Mu Yang tried moving his arms and legs.
Mm... as expected, it was much harder to move than before. But that made sense. Including the hundredfold gravity his body already had, he was now under three hundred times normal gravity.
And it was constant. Even while he slept, it relentlessly pressed on his internal organs.
Mu Yang felt that if he hadn't become a Saiyan, this kind of training would have made his body collapse long ago!
A Saiyan's physique was truly absurd!
"Mu Yang, are you all right?"
Bulma ran over with a worried look. Sharp-eyed as she was, she noticed that something seemed off about Mu Yang.
The fine sweat on his forehead was increasing!
"Mm, I'm fine."
Mu Yang patted Bulma's little head to reassure her. Then, looking apologetic, he said, "Sorry about that. I ruined your backyard."
"Ah... it's okay..."
Bulma shook her head and said seriously, "As long as you're all right, Mu Yang!"
Mu Yang froze for a moment. Maybe it was his imagination, but he felt as if there was a glow around Bulma.
"Hahahaha..."
Mu Yang burst into laughter.
Hearing him laugh only made Bulma more worried!
"Mu Yang..."
"I'm fine."
Mu Yang stopped laughing, though a hint of a smile remained on his face. "Bulma really is adorable."
Adorable...
Bulma's face flushed red.
Honestly, adorable? What was he talking about?
She wasn't adorable at all! When she grew up, she was going to become Mu Yang's wife. How could a husband call his wife adorable? Honestly, Mu Yang...
Bulma shot Mu Yang a resentful glance.
Mu Yang couldn't make heads or tails of it, so he just scratched his head.
"Congratulations, our Candidate Destroyer. Looks like I won't need to manually increase the weight of your clothes after all."
Whis approached at an unhurried pace. Having lived for so many years, he recognized at a glance that this was a method of controlling gravity.
In this universe, methods of controlling gravity were rare, but they did exist. They were simply innate advantages of certain species.
But in all his years, he had never seen anyone learn to control gravity through a method acquired after birth!
Whis was inwardly rocked by a tidal wave, but on the surface he still put on an air of nonchalance.
To Mu Yang, however, Whis looked completely calm. Mu Yang thought to himself, As expected, even this little bit of insight isn't enough to impress Whis. I still have to keep working hard!
Mu Yang felt that he still had a long way to go. He was nowhere near becoming a true powerhouse!
Even Whis didn't think much of the technique he'd developed. Then there was the Grand Minister, who stood above the angels, and mighty beings like Zeno. They probably wouldn't think much of it either.
Mu Yang gave a wry laugh and let the thought go.
If he lacked talent, he could make up for it with hard work!
One day, he would find a place in the world that was truly his!
With that thought, Mu Yang slowly rose to his feet and looked at Whis. "Whis, you're joking. My little achievement probably isn't enough to impress you."
The corner of Whis's eye twitched almost imperceptibly. Still, he maintained his unruffled expression and smiled. "Naturally. There are countless deities in the Divine Realm who can do what you can, Mu Yang."
To keep Mu Yang from becoming conceited, Whis had no choice but to exaggerate.
"Mm."
Mu Yang nodded in complete agreement.
Even without looking far, Beerus alone was probably a genius on his level, or perhaps even more terrifying. His little ability wouldn't impress beings at the level of angels!
"I understand, Whis. I'll work even harder."
Mu Yang clenched his fists.
The corner of Whis's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. He forced out a smile. "It's good that you have the will. Keep it up."
Please don't push yourself any harder. He was begging him.
If Mu Yang kept working this hard, Whis couldn't even imagine what the Divine Realm would look like in the future.
He feared that only the king of all overachievers would be able to survive.
"Then let's not delay. We should head back first." Mu Yang came over and placed a hand on Whis's back.
"Then let's be off, Mr. Mu Yang."
Whis was just about to tap his Scepter and set off when—
"Mu Yang, can you take me with you? Or could you bring me to the Galactic Patrol headquarters? I want to see my big sister."
Bulma looked pleadingly at him, her eyes brimming with tears.
Mu Yang couldn't bear to see such an adorable little girl crying in front of him, so he smiled at once. "If you want to come along, then come with us. I'll take you to the Galactic Patrol headquarters."
"Whis, is that all right?"
Mu Yang looked toward Whis.
"Mm, no problem. The Galactic Patrol is quite close to here."
Whis glanced at the Galactic Patrol's location on his Scepter and smiled faintly.
"All right."
Mu Yang turned back to Bulma and held out his hand. "Come with me, Bulma."
Bulma's face turned crimson, and she lowered her head.
Mu Yang tilted his head, puzzled.
What did Bulma mean by that?
"Mr. Mu Yang, what Bulma means is..."
Whis was just about to explain when—
"Mm."
Bulma gave a nod so faint it was barely audible, then reached out and took Mu Yang's hand.
"Oh my!"
Whis exclaimed in surprise, an auntie-like smile spreading across his face.
They're a thing! They're a thing!
Mu Yang smiled knowingly, then looked at Whis again. "Let's go, Whis."
Whis nodded and lightly tapped the ground with his Scepter. A seven-colored beam of light enveloped him, Bulma, and Mu Yang, then shot up into the sky.
"Off they go."
Briefs looked up at the seven-colored beam in the sky and sighed.
Girls really didn't stay with their fathers forever!
"The children have their own journeys. Why are you fussing over them?"
Panchy appeared in the doorway and rolled her eyes at Briefs.
"Hahaha, true. You're right, dear."
Briefs laughed twice, then went back inside.
"That old man."
Panchy watched her husband's retreating back, shook her head slightly, and followed him inside.
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