Good Training, Good Rest

The three stood respectfully before Master Roshi,

listening to his speech.

"Learning martial arts isn't about gaining the upper hand in a fight,

and you must never use your strength to bully others.

Learning martial arts can keep your body and mind healthy and fill you with energy.

That way, you can enjoy a meaningful life."

As soon as Master Roshi finished speaking, Little Goku felt a hint of doubt.

Learning martial arts filled you with energy,

so you could enjoy a meaningful life.

Though Son Gohan had taught him, and they belonged to the same school,

he had spent his whole life training through the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer.

It was tiring, but he worked harder and made more progress than before.

Son Goku kept his doubts to himself,

and quietly listened as Master Roshi continued.

"But when bad people use underhanded means to threaten you or hurt others,

you must have the courage to stand up to them and give them a good thrashing."

"Understand?"

The three nodded.

"Understood!"

Master Roshi nodded. "In other words, train hard, but enjoy life, too!

Now, let's begin training!"

"Come with me. We'll start with a run to warm up. That way, you're less likely to get hurt."

"Left, right, left, right!"

Krillin: "Left, right, left, right!"

Goku: "Left, right, left, right!"

Chi-Chi: "Left, right, left, right!"

As Krillin experienced Master Roshi's training, a smug look appeared on his face.

"I thought Master Roshi's training would be exhausting, but this is nothing!"

Soon, the three ran with Master Roshi to the Milk Company.

"Stop!"

Master Roshi immediately started talking to the people at the milk depot.

"Hello, I'm Master Roshi. I called yesterday about taking on the milk deliveries."

"Oh, it's you, Master Roshi. Here are the customers' addresses, and there's the milk."

Master Roshi turned to the three.

"Here, each of you take a crate and follow me on the deliveries."

Krillin blinked. "Deliver milk?"

Chi-Chi asked, "Is this training, too?"

Master Roshi nodded. "That's right. It's training."

The worker at the milk depot was taken aback.

"Training? Aren't you going to use a helicopter?"

Master Roshi looked back. "We wouldn't achieve our training goals if we used a helicopter.

Don't worry, we won't be late!"

Master Roshi checked the addresses, then began hopping toward the first house.

"Keep up! Don't be late!"

With that, the three apprentices hopped after him.

They were on an island with mountains,

and the residents lived far apart.

At first, the three thought delivering milk was no big deal, but all that climbing up and down was exhausting.

Whenever they reached a road, they had to run in a zigzag pattern or travel by frog-jumping.

Only Goku had the stamina to keep up,

while Krillin and Chi-Chi were soon sweating profusely.

But Master Roshi had carefully planned the distances and the loads to suit each of their abilities,

so they could all finish without wearing themselves out.

Soon, the three delivered the last of the milk.

It was to a temple.

Master Roshi was chatting with the temple guard.

"Long time no see."

"You're still as spry as ever! So, you've taken on three new students!

How's their training going?"

Master Roshi nodded. "That's right! They've only just started training.

But they'll all make something of themselves one day."

Krillin grinned. "Heh-heh, Master says we'll all make something of ourselves."

Chi-Chi giggled.

Goku said, "Let's work hard together!"

Just then, Master Roshi brought up the World Martial Arts Tournament.

"If they train hard, they'll be able to enter the World Martial Arts Tournament in eight months."

"Oh, really? That's amazing."

Krillin was overjoyed. "Really? After only eight months of training,

I'll be able to enter a tournament with the world's greatest fighters, too?"

Good Training, Good Rest ### The three left the temple, and Master Roshi reminded them,

"Your goal isn't to win the World Martial Arts Tournament.

The world isn't as simple as you think.

Only once you've resolved to enter the Tournament of Power

can you truly devote yourselves to training."

Krillin was thrilled. "That's great! I can enter the World Martial Arts Tournament, too. I'm going to train hard!"

Chi-Chi said, "I'm going to train hard, too. Goku, let's work hard together!"

"Yeah!"

Master Roshi said, "All right, there's another batch of milk to deliver!"

"Let's go!"

The three grabbed the milk and got back to work—and training.

Together, they crossed a narrow wooden bridge where one wrong step would send them tumbling,

made their way across a swamp where they would sink if they slowed down,

and even waded through a swift-flowing stream.

They delivered milk while fleeing from a Tyrannosaurus Rex. The countless close calls and thrilling moments along the way

made them forget how tired they were.

Only when the training session was over did the three realize

what they'd been through that morning.

All three leaned on their knees with their hands, panting heavily.

Even Goku, who had trained with Gohan for more than ten years, found this training tough.

It wasn't like training with his grandpa. Training with Master Roshi

meant not only having to make sure the milk was safe,

but also dealing with a new feeling: pressure.

"All right, the morning training is over. Next up is the next session: helping the farmer plow his fields."

Master Roshi pointed to a vast stretch of land.

"Get started. If you don't finish quickly, you won't get breakfast.

And no hoes—you'll use your hands!"

Krillin was taken aback.

"First milk deliveries, now plowing fields. I've never done this kind of work, not even at the temple. What a bizarre routine."

Chi-Chi looked at her soft, pale hands, then turned to Goku.

"Goku, when you grow up, you won't mind if my hands get rough, will you?"

Goku: "..."

Soon, the three began plowing the fields by hand.

Master Roshi watched from the side and continued, "Plowing by hand

trains your waist, legs, and arms all at once. It kills two birds with one stone."

The three rolled up their sleeves and began digging at the earth like dogs.

"Faster!"

"Even faster!"

"Krillin, you're way slower than Goku!"

"Chi-Chi, you need to pick up the pace, too!"

The three worked in front while Master Roshi urged them on from the side.

At least they all had martial arts training,

so even working by hand, they were still faster than a machine.

At last, the three finished the job—but by then, breakfast time had passed.

Master Roshi checked the time. "You took so long that you missed breakfast.

Starting tomorrow, the area you have to plow will get bigger and bigger,

so you'll have to work faster!"