"Now that everyone's registered, let's go eat. The competition starts tomorrow, so we can't go hungry."
After Goku finished registering, Turtle Hermit, as everyone's master, was uncharacteristically generous.
"Awesome! I've been swimming in the sea for days. I'm starving to death already."
At the mention of food, Goku was the first to leap up.
Krillin was not to be outdone either.
"I'm going to eat even more than Goku. This time, I'm definitely taking the World Martial Arts Tournament championship."
"Me too. I've developed some new moves over the past three years."
Yamcha stood with his hands on his hips, looking utterly confident.
Seeing this, Turtle Hermit silently pulled out his wallet and counted the bills inside, a bead of cold sweat appearing on his face.
"I think eating until we're eighty percent full should be enough. Eating too much is bad for the stomach."
However, Goku and the others had already rushed impatiently toward the restaurant ahead, completely ignoring what he said afterward.
Only Jerry remained beside him and smiled.
"It's been so many years since I last saw Martial Heaven Teacher. Let your disciple treat everyone today!"
"Jerry, out of all my disciples, you're the one who cares most about your master. I have a Myriad Nations Heaven-Shaking Palm move. When I have time, I'll teach it to you!"
The moment Turtle Hermit heard that Jerry was paying, he straightened his back, and his mood instantly improved.
After everyone swept through dinner like a plague of locusts, they checked into the hotel provided by the World Martial Arts Tournament.
"Senior Brother, you're not entering this World Martial Arts Tournament? I was hoping to have a proper match with you."
At the hotel, when Goku heard that Jerry would not be participating in the tournament, he looked disappointed.
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