Dragon Ball Human

Before leaving the arena, Yamiru first asked the monk if there was a place to take a shower.

Since coming out of the sea, he hadn't had a chance to properly clean himself. The salt that had dried on his body in chunks made him feel uncomfortable, even though he had been walking around shirtless after getting ashore.

"Over there, just around the corner, there's a large water tank. Little benefactor can scoop some clean water to wash off," the monk said kindly.

Yamiru thanked him and, sure enough, found a large tank of clean water just around the corner. Since he was still young and had no shame, Yamiru didn't hesitate to strip off his remaining shorts. He took the ladle from the tank and began washing himself joyfully. The cold water relaxed his tense muscles.

"Whoosh\~\~" He poured a ladle of water over his head.

After washing his shorts a few times, Yamiru carelessly put on his wet pants, then left barefoot.

Although it was early May, the temperature on Papaya Island, with its tropical climate, was already quite hot.

Yamiru didn't feel much heat when he was walking into the martial arts arena, but after the match, stepping back outside, he realized it was already past noon. The sun was blazing, and his soaked body felt unbearably hot.

Fortunately, he'd taken a half-immortal bean earlier, so his stomach wasn't hungry. Otherwise, he'd have to beg for food at the martial arts temple's cafeteria.

Yamiru came out through the back door of the arena. Outside, there was a small path lined with coconut trees, full of tropical charm.

As he was about to leave, a sudden loud commotion echoed from behind him.

"..."

Yamiru paused, turned around to look at the martial arts arena, and closed his eyes to listen.

He could vaguely hear the hustle and bustle coming from the other side of the arena, near the outdoor stage where the top eight matches were about to begin.

"Five years..."

Yamiru murmured to himself.

"Regardless of what path I walk after today, I hope to return here in five years... and do better than my last match!"

He smiled slightly, opening his bright golden eyes. There was no longer any hesitation or indecision in his expression—only the resolve and freedom that came from making up his mind.

The realization of life and death, the motivation from competing on the same stage, had helped him truly recognize his true purpose.

Yamiru strode forward barefoot, leaving wet footprints that quickly dried and vanished in the intense heat.

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On the streets near the Papaya Island Martial Arts Temple, a shirtless boy with a well-defined muscular frame was running around barefoot.

The scorching concrete roads were unbearable underfoot, but Yamiru didn't seem to care. As he walked, he looked around, searching for someone.

After walking around for a few laps, the sweat had long since dried, and his shorts and the water droplets on his body had completely dried up, leaving him drenched in hot sweat.

"Where is that old man?"

Of course, the person Yamiru was looking for was the mysterious elder who had brought him to participate in the martial arts tournament.

After leaving the martial arts temple, he had walked around the temple, but he couldn't find any trace of the elder.

"He wouldn't just leave me like this, right?" he thought, suspicious. "So mysterious... What does he want to do? If I can't find him today, I'll go to the temple and try my luck. Though I don't really want to be a monk, as long as I can learn some martial arts, being a monk wouldn't be too bad! Wasn't Krillin a monk?"

However, practicing in the martial arts temple was never Yamiru's first choice.

In the Dragon Ball manga, other martial arts schools were scarcely mentioned, which, in Yamiru's understanding, meant that he couldn't be sure if these smaller sects could really lead to the ultimate path.

Yamiru could only be certain about two martial arts styles—the Turtle and Crane schools.

"The Turtle and Crane schools are like the basics class. The intermediate class is Korin's Tower, and the advanced class is the Sacred Temple... This seems to be the most authentic path to success in the manga."

"As for the Turtle School... Master Roshi has already refused me, but that doesn't mean there's no chance of turning things around. Didn't he refuse Krillin at first too? Hmm... maybe if I put my pride aside and keep at it, there's still a chance... If I could join the Turtle School, that would be the best."

"The Crane School... Though Master Shen and Tao Pai Pai aren't exactly great people, at least it's a path. But first, I have no idea how to find them, and second, these guys are dangerous. Who knows, if I meet them and they're in a bad mood, they might just kill me. Where would I go to complain then? Yeah, that's definitely my last choice..."

"Where did this old man go? It's like he vanished into thin air."

Yamiru had walked all the way around the main streets of Papaya Island and couldn't find any trace of the mysterious elder, which made him feel frustrated.

Thinking carefully, it seemed that the old man had always been an elusive figure. Even when they were at the park in the morning for training, the elder never interacted with anyone other than Yamiru. When the elder didn't want to meet him, Yamiru never saw him again in any situation, at any time... "What am I thinking about!" Yamiru slapped his own cheek.

The senzu bean had proven its magical effects. After wandering around the island all afternoon, Yamiru showed no signs of hunger.

As the sun began to set, the weather grew cooler.

The old man still hadn't appeared, but Yamiru wasn't in a hurry. Based on his past experience, if the elder wanted to meet him, he wouldn't need to search for him. The old man might just pop up when the time was right.

However, Yamiru didn't stop walking. He leisurely strolled around the island. His earlier frustration had faded. After walking for an entire afternoon, he felt a sense of calm both physically and mentally. He didn't even bother to check on the results of the tournament as he passed by the arena. Whether it was King Chappa or someone else who won the championship didn't matter to him. Yamiru walked alone, lost in his own thoughts.

"These past five months... it feels like a dream!"

Yamiru walked alone, his long shadow stretching behind him in the setting sun.

He held a map in his hand, one he had purchased with the last of the coins the elder had given him.

Walking barefoot, the ground beneath his feet wasn't as scorching hot anymore and had a slight coolness to it.

"Whoosh!"

Unknowingly, Yamiru had reached the northern coastline, where he sat down on a rock and studied the map of the entire country in his hands.

"Where exactly is Korin's Tower? It's not even marked on this map…"

The sea breeze blew as the map fluttered in the wind.

Yamiru decided to fold the map and put it away. He closed his eyes, stretched out his arms, and imagined himself soaring with the wind. A smile unconsciously spread across his face.

"Huh?"

Yamiru opened his eyes and noticed the fin of a shark swimming near the shore. He chuckled, "Oh, it's you, my shark teacher!"

He casually picked up a small stone and threw it at the shark.

The shark leapt out of the water, flicked its head, and sent the stone flying away with ease.

Yamiru murmured, "I wonder if shark meat tastes good?"

The fin submerged back into the water, as if the shark had swum off…

Yamiru stood up, stretched, and slapped his rear end before turning back toward the martial arts temple.

"Alright! If I have to be a monk, then so be it!"

He couldn't just rely on that old man. Although Yamiru was a little disappointed, he managed to keep his emotions in check. But just as he was about to enter the martial arts temple from the main street, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. He turned around and saw a shadowy figure lingering at the street corner, where only a few tourists passed by.

Yamiru's eyes gleamed with golden light as he activated his Golden Eyes, focusing his gaze.

The shadow turned out to be an elderly man, floating in the air, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. His entire body seemed to be surrounded by a golden aura, almost divine, like a god or a Buddha.

Who else could it be but the mysterious old man he had been searching for all day?

Yamiru felt both confused and delighted. He quickly walked over and asked, "When did you get here?"

The elder slowly opened his eyes and lowered his crossed legs to stand on the ground. Without any surprise, he replied, "You've passed by me seventeen times this afternoon. I've seen you running back and forth seventeen times. And you're asking when I arrived here?"

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