Piccolo, who had been meditating on the outskirts of Kami's Lookout, suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look inside.
At that moment, two figures emerged from within Kami's Lookout—it was none other than Son Gohan and Eliza. By now, Piccolo could barely sense their ki.
If Piccolo had not known just how powerful the two before him were, he might have mistaken them for ordinary people who had appeared at Kami's Lookout.
"Have you finished your training?" Kami appeared before Son Gohan and asked.
"Yes, Kami." Son Gohan nodded. "My time has run out. Eliza still has around twenty-five hours left."
"Then you will never be able to enter the Hyperbolic Time Chamber again." Kami spoke with some regret.
"It's fine, Kami. I don't need to go in anymore anyway." Son Gohan replied with a smile.
Surprise appeared on Kami's face. "Could it be that your strength has improved tremendously this time?"
"The results of this training were pretty good, but the reason I don't need to go back in is that the Hyperbolic Time Chamber is no longer all that necessary for me." Son Gohan shook his head.
That was right. A year or two was no longer particularly meaningful to Son Gohan. It entirely depended on whether his own training and insights were sufficient; otherwise, even several years without any progress would be perfectly normal.
"Very well. Then how confident are you in dealing with this crisis?" Kami continued to ask.
"Less than sixty percent," Son Gohan answered truthfully.
Upon hearing that answer, Eliza, standing beside him, turned to look at Son Gohan in surprise.
After nearly a year of serving as his sparring partner, Eliza was the only one who truly knew just how strong Son Gohan was.
Yet this guy was saying that he had