Just then, the Turles's hatch suddenly slid open a crack.
A figure poked her head through the gap and cautiously peered outside.
It was Tights.
In the end, she hadn't been able to suppress her overabundant curiosity and unease, and cautiously peered outside.
The wind in the canyon was so strong that it blew Tights's hair all over her face.
She frantically brushed it aside and found herself looking straight into a sharp gaze.
Elec's gaze passed over Turles's shoulder and landed on the crack in the ship's hatch.
"Oh? It seems there's another... new face aboard your ship, Mr. Turles?"
"A new member I recruited for my team." Turles shot him a look that seemed to say, Got a problem with that?
A glint flickered in Elec's eyes.
A new member?
She doesn't look like much of a fighter. Could she have some special ability?
But Elec was a clever man. He knew when to press for answers and when to keep his mouth shut.
He immediately looked away and laughed it off.
"I see. Forgive my impertinence."
He bowed slightly toward Turles.
"If Mr. Turles took a liking to her, this new member must have some exceptional talent."
He deftly moved past the subject without giving Tights another look.
Behind the hatch, Tights was caught in a complex mix of curiosity and concern.
She still couldn't resist studying the four members of the Heeters Family.
Outside, the atmosphere had grown even more subtle because of the little interruption.
Elec readjusted his smile and changed tack, finally getting to the point.
"Mr. Turles, now that the mission has been successfully completed, I have one more presumptuous request."
As he spoke, he turned sideways and pulled the short man behind him to the front. The man had been tense from beginning to end, staring fixedly at Turles.
"This is my younger brother, Jass."
A hint of gravity entered Elec's voice.
"As you can see, he seems to have... a bit of a misunderstanding about you, Mr. Turles."
"He has an inner demon."
Elec's tone grew even more somber, even carrying a hint of pity.
"It stems from a crushing defeat many years ago. That defeat nearly destroyed him."
"And the opponent who defeated him, the man who still haunts his nightmares to this day..."
"Was also a Saiyan, and he looked... almost exactly like you, Mr. Turles."
"Perhaps he was your brother, your father, or someone else."
"In any case, he still has a profound effect on him to this day."
Amond, Daiz, and the others instinctively looked at Turles.
No wonder!
No wonder this Jass guy had been looking at the boss like that from the start!
He mistook him for someone else?
Wait, could the boss's face be that common among Saiyans?
At this point, Turles also realized what was going on. As a transmigrator, he was ninety percent certain that the Saiyan Elec spoke of, the one who had defeated Jass, was probably Bardock.
So that's what happened. No wonder that shorty kept looking at me like that.
At first, I thought I owed him money or something.
He had originally thought the guy was just a child, but to his surprise, Jass had fought Bardock before. That meant he was already getting on in years.
"So?"
Turles spoke.
Elec bowed deeply to Turles.
"So, I would like to ask you, Mr. Turles, if you would spar with my younger brother."
There was a hint of pleading in Elec's voice.
"Help him... sever his inner demon!"
Turles froze for a moment.
Then he suddenly burst out laughing.
"Ha ha, interesting. Why do you think I can help your brother sever his inner demon?"
"Rather than make it worse?"
Hearing this, Amond and Daiz grinned behind him.
They thought this shorty had to be out of his mind.
Challenge Boss Turles?
Who does he think he is?
Slug?
Or Frieza?
Although Turles's words made Elec hesitate, Jass could no longer hold back what he had been bottling up inside.
He had already stepped forward on his own.
Seeing this, Elec could only swallow the hesitation that had just arisen in his heart.
Now that things have come to this, Jass will have to face it himself.
Watching Jass stride aggressively toward him, Turles curled his lips into a smile.
The job was already over, but unexpectedly, a little post-job entertainment had come knocking.
He also happened to want to see just what the Heeters Group was made of.
With a series of cracks as he loosened his joints, Turles stepped toward Jass.
Even the wind and sand seemed to stop at that moment.
Everyone in the canyon fixed their eyes on Turles as he slowly approached Jass.
"I'm in a hurry, but since you're looking for trouble, I have no reason to let you off."
At those words, Elec's expression froze completely.
He shook his head and retreated to Maki and Oil's side.
Maki leaned against Oil's fat body, crunching the candy in her mouth.
"Big brother, are you sure this is a good idea?"
"That Saiyan seems awfully confident..."
Elec could only shake his head helplessly.
From how this major job had gone, it was clear that Turles seemed to be stronger than any Saiyan they had known before.
But there was no turning back now.
Jass was beyond listening to anything.
At this point, he could only put his faith in his younger brother.
After all, they had all seen Jass grow stronger over the years.
Even in the Frieza Force, elite warriors like him were extremely scarce.
Especially if he released the power within his body...
Meanwhile, behind Turles, Amond excitedly rubbed his hands together and immediately switched on his power-level scouter, aiming its lens at the short Jass, who didn't know what was good for him.
"Hey, Lord Turles, let me see what this guy's made of!"
The scouter gave a soft beep, and the numbers on its lens began to jump.
[10000!]
Surprise appeared on Amond's face.
Looks like I underestimated this shorty!
His power level is almost the same as mine.
Lord Turles was right!
The universe really is too big!
There's no shortage of experts!
But that's all there is to it.
He's still a long way from Lord Turles!
Daiz, standing nearby, was also a little stunned.
He hadn't expected the shorty to have a higher power level than his own.
Amond noticed Daiz's expression and couldn't help grinning as he teased him.
"Daiz, what's with that look?"
"Did that hurt your pride?"
"How about we guess how long this kid can last against the boss?"
Amond grew more interested as he spoke.
Daiz, however, turned his face away, looking indifferent.
"What's there to guess? How long he lasts just depends on how long the boss wants to play, doesn't it?"