During the days Broly stayed in the meditation room, Ji Ming had canceled almost all of his training camp classes.
Every afternoon, he went to sit in the meditation room for a while. He did nothing, merely sat diagonally across from Broly, leafing through the notebook his mother had sewn, occasionally glancing at the healing progress of the old scars on Broly's hands. After a few days, Broly had begun looking forward to the lunchbox in Ji Ming's hand—not for the food, but for the figure that appeared on the other side of the stone steps at the same time every day. Once, Ji Ming arrived late. Broly sat on the steps waiting for a long time, and only when Ji Ming's figure appeared at the edge of the training ground did his hunched shoulders slowly relax.
Ji Ming knew companionship alone could not suppress the Legendary Super Saiyan form. Once Broly had gradually accepted his presence, he began guiding him through the simplest ki-stabilization exercises. Not punching, not dodging—just placing a hand on Broly's chest while he inhaled, letting Broly feel Crimson-Gold Ultra Instinct's automatic force-dissipation and allowing his green flames to find a point of resonance through that extremely slow pressure. The first time Broly voluntarily placed his hand over the back of Ji Ming's, Ji Ming did not move. He simply waited for him to regulate his breathing. Only after that surge of green flame shifted from violent to a low, rippling glow did he withdraw his hand.
By the day Broly moved into the meditation room, the new recruits at the training camp had already started privately discussing the green-haired giant. Prano was the first to shout about it in the cafeteria. "His hair is green! After transforming, he's even scarier than a Super Saiyan!" Colt's