Besides Retasu, Trunks and Son Goten also began training with Turles.
To be fair, after Trunks Turles Son Goten from the Future Timeline returned here and started bringing these two disciples back with them again...
This is what they call an inescapable karmic entanglement.
Moro could launch a surprise attack with his Galactic Bandit Brigade at any moment; they have too little time.
Expecting these two little ones to lay a solid foundation in ten days or half a month before attempting to become Super Saiyan 2 or even Super Saiyan 3 is pure wishful thinking. Before they even get to that level, their bodies will collapse.
At this age, it's impossible to develop Power Level quickly by following conventional methods.
We'll have to bring out the Fusion Technique of the Metamoran.
During their practice.
Turles, meanwhile, was conducting a comprehensive analysis of Retasu.
"Your turn, you brat."
When Retasu heard his father call his name, he wasn't scared at all. Instead, he excitedly rubbed his fists together and jumped forward.
"Dad! Do you have some amazing trick you want to secretly teach me?"
"You definitely won't need to do that weird dance you were just doing. Once you learn it, you'll become super awesome, right!"
Turles had tried to teach him to cultivate his mind and control his breath before, but Retasu, being a child at heart, simply couldn't stick to the tedious meditation and basic practices.
Stop grinning at me.
Turles raised his hand and gave Retasu a light tap on the forehead, effectively pouring cold water on him.
"I won't teach you any earth-shattering techniques today. From now on, you need to understand that gaining great power requires corresponding sacrifices!"
In addition, Turles himself usually either had to deal with the huge amount of political affairs of Frieza Force or train with Merus.
Seeing that Retasu couldn't sit still no matter what, he thought the child was still young, so he didn't spend too much time forcing him to practice.
This resulted in Retasu appearing impressive, as he would challenge anyone he could find at the base and on Earth, but in reality, he was a complete novice when it came to martial arts training.
Not only does he throw wild, unorthodox punches across the entire screen, but he also completely lacks any corresponding skills.
This kid's current Super Saiyan power is entirely due to inheriting his own massive S-Cells, which passively increased as his body naturally developed.
The energy in his meridians is weak and scattered. He leaks air out when he walks and breathes, and he can't even lock his breath in the most basic way.
Lack of meticulous Control.
Les demanded that Retasu attack to test his combat skills.
Retasu instantly transformed into Super Saiyan and charged with a reckless punch. Turles stood still, and just as Retasu's right fist was about to hit his face, he turned his head to dodge it. He then used his left palm to deflect Retas's elbow, interrupting the combo and disrupting his balance. Simultaneously, he used his right toe to strike the back of Retasu's supporting leg, flipping him to the ground.
A dull creak came from the small, tightly closed wooden door deep within the Kami's Lookout, as it was pushed open from the inside by a scarred hand.
Not a wisp of air escaped from the crack in the door, and not even a speck of dust was stirred in the corridor outside the hall.
Son Goku and Vegeta walked out from behind the door side by side.
The two were hardly presentable; Son Goku's orange martial arts uniform was tattered and hung on his muscular frame.
In the past, the mere movement of these two would have caused the entire Lookout to vibrate with a frenzied aura.
But now, even though the two have just gone through months of intense life-or-death training, their auras have become even more restrained.
At the empty entrance to the main hall, Mr. Popo stood quietly at the foot of the white jade steps, his hands folded in front of him, waiting.
Seeing the two walk out the door, Mr. Popo's ever-present dark face broke into a gentle smile as he went to greet them.
" Goku, Vegeta, you're out! You must be starving. The food is ready."
As soon as he finished speaking, Son Goku's once upright posture instantly collapsed.
A deafening rumble came from my stomach, unusually loud in the quiet corridor.
Son Goku covered his shrunken belly with one hand and rubbed the back of his head vigorously with the other, grinning so wide his eyes disappeared from his grin.
"Thank you, Mr. Popo! I've been inside for so long, I'm so tired of those rations, I'm starving! I could eat a whole cow!"
Vegeta, standing nearby, turned his head to the side, crossed his arms over his chest, and let out a heavy snort.
Having been locked up in this white, empty space for so long with that heartless idiot Kakarot, spending all my time either exchanging blows or meditating, I'm practically sick of food.
Although he was too embarrassed to thank him, Vegeta didn't slow down at all and followed behind Mr. Popo.
After walking through the long corridor, Mr. Popo pushed open the door to the side hall of the Lookout.
Before even stepping across the threshold, the rich aroma of meat and the steaming heat of rice wafted over.
On the large round table, dozens of large plates were neatly arranged, including whole giant beast legs roasted to a golden brown and dripping with oil, tender braised pork chunks, and white steamed buns piled up like small mountains.
Son Goku swallowed hard, not even bothering with pleasantries, and dashed to the table. The moment his buttocks touched the chair, he grabbed both of the big, fleshy legs with both hands.
He opened his mouth wide and tore off a large piece of roasted meat, stuffing his cheeks bulging. He chewed a couple of times and then swallowed it whole.
Vegeta threw away the cumbersome knife and fork, grabbed a whole row of grilled ribs, and ate with no less refinement than Son Goku across from him, tearing large mouthfuls of the lean meat off the bones.
In the side hall of the Lookout, only the sounds of two people chewing and swallowing swiftly filled the air.
Mr. Popo stood to the side with a teapot in his hand, watching the food on the table disappear at a visible speed. Empty plates were piled up beside the two of them with a clattering sound, and in no time, two white porcelain towers half a person's height were stacked up.
After eating enough roasted meat for seven or eight people, Son Goku finally caught his breath.
He picked up the large bowl of soup in front of him, tilted his head back, and gulped it down in one go, then wiped his greasy mouth haphazardly with the back of his hand.
After letting out a loud burp, Son Goku put down his empty bowl, tilted his head, and glanced towards the empty square outside the door.
Usually, whenever they come to the Lookout, the Kami with the wooden cane is always standing at the edge of the Lookout enjoying the breeze. How come they haven't seen a single person since they came out of seclusion today?
Son Goku casually grabbed another white steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, asking a question indistinctly.
"By the way, Mr. Popo, I don't seem to have seen the appearance of the God of the Kami?"
Upon hearing this question, Mr. Popo, who was about to bend down to clear away the empty plates, suddenly froze...
Mr. Popo slowly withdrew his hands, letting them hang at his sides. The gentleness in his round eyes had vanished, replaced by a sense of emptiness and loneliness.
He looked down at the ground, his voice very low.
" Kami immortal... he's no longer here..."