"Since that was the case, then Kamehame—"
Just as Jerry was about to unleash a Kamehameha, a coughing sound suddenly came from the entrance of Kami's Lookout's main hall.
"Cough, cough. You can stop now. Very good. You have great potential."
It turned out that Kami, who had been watching from the shadows, was afraid that Jerry's Kamehameha would destroy Kami's Lookout, so he hurried out to stop them.
Jerry wisely stopped as well, dispersing the ki he had just gathered.
He had not truly intended to settle things with Mr. Popo. It was a fact that Mr. Popo's martial arts realm surpassed his. Even if Jerry won, it would only be because of his superior physical attributes.
He had only used the Kamehameha to force Kami to reveal himself, quickly end this test, and begin his real training.
"Lord Kami!"
Seeing Kami emerge, green from head to toe and leaning on a cane, Mr. Popo immediately pressed his palms together and bowed.
Jerry followed suit, then briefly introduced himself.
"Greetings, Lord Kami. My name is Jerry Carmen, and I wish to train in martial arts under you."
"Since you have Korin's proof and some potential, you may stay."
Kami walked up to Jerry and looked him over from head to toe, as if sensing something. In the end, he nodded in satisfaction.
Kami could not live forever. Once their time came, they would die—or rather, after their merits were fulfilled, they would be promoted to the Heavenly Realm. Before leaving, however, they would choose a new Kami to inherit their position.
Kami had been chosen by the previous Kami before he departed over three hundred years ago.
Now, Kami felt that his own time was probably drawing near. He wanted to find a successor in advance, someone who could