Dragon Ball Human

The fire raged for hours, slowly burning out until only a vast expanse of white ash remained.

The smoke lingered, curling in the air, and the desolate forest stood silent, with only the remnants of the restaurant, once transported here by the Rabbit Boss using a universal capsule, left as a pile of smoldering embers.

After a while, a flying vessel adorned with the red RR insignia of the Red Ribbon Army descended and landed in the desolate forest.

Several individuals in uniforms disembarked from the vessel and quickly made their way to the site.

"Is this the place?"

"Yes, the Rabbit Gang gave this as the contact address for the operation."

"Then why's everything burned down?"

The Red Ribbon soldiers exchanged a few words and, in short order, discovered several charred corpses in the restaurant's ashes.

These individuals were involved in the illicit trade of murder and contraband, so they were adept at crime scene investigation and identifying traces of corpses. It didn't take long before they made their preliminary conclusions.

"They weren't burned to death," the leader of the Red Ribbon team remarked.

"Exactly," said one of the subordinates, pointing to a row of charred bodies whose necks had been bent at odd angles, "These were killed instantly when their necks were snapped with immense force."

One of the others suggested, "That kind of strength, it could only have come from the special forces soldier, Delat, or perhaps the old monk from the Orin Temple."

"It couldn't have been the monk. It must have been the special forces soldier," the leader said, shaking his head. "Looks like things went wrong with this Rabbit's business. The people he turned into carrots have all been reverted to humans, but now, they've all been wiped out too."

A subordinate shrugged indifferently, "So, shall we leave then? This was the last time we worked with the Rabbit. I heard Dr. Gero's experiments are progressing, and they no longer need any extra materials... Too bad all the arms we sold them probably got stolen by those people here."

The others agreed, eager to leave. After all, only that dead rabbit would want to stay in a place like this.

However, the leader of the Red Ribbon team shook his head again and started walking back toward the ship.

"We're going after the people who did this. It's our last mission, we can't return empty-handed."

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Not far north of the desolate forest lay a small town.

Yamiru, Delat, and the old monk from Orin Temple passed through this area.

Earlier, Yamiru had taken out a map and asked the old monk if he knew the exact location of Paozu Mountain. This was the place where the mysterious old man, who had slapped Yamiru into this place, had circled on a map, but the maps Yamiru had could not indicate Paozu Mountain's location. Yamiru speculated that perhaps Paozu Mountain was a term unique to the old man, and didn't correspond to an official geographic name or even its exact location.

It turned out the monk didn't know either.

The monk asked Yamiru what he planned to do at Paozu Mountain.

Yamiru was a bit surprised and replied, "You don't know? Son Gohan lives there!"

"Son Gohan?" The monk was taken aback. As a martial monk, this name was like thunder to him. "I haven't heard of Son Gohan's deeds for many years. He's been living in this Paozu Mountain, you say? I thought, like the legends, he had already died."

Yamiru couldn't help but think, "He hasn't even had grandchildren yet, how could he have died?"

Despite not being able to pinpoint Paozu Mountain's location, Yamiru wasn't too disappointed. After all, it wasn't urgent to find it precisely. Later in the journey, when the time was right, he could always inquire locally. Perhaps when he reached the mountain range where the mysterious old man had marked, Yamiru could wander around for a while and accidentally stumble upon Sun Wukong, just like in novels where protagonists always run into the right person by sheer luck, no matter how large the map was.

Yamiru decided to look on the bright side.

As for the location of Orin Temple, Yamiru asked the monk to mark it on the map.

"I wonder what this place, seemingly a parody of the Shaolin Temple's of my previous life, is like. Do they have a saying like 'all martial arts come from Orin'?" Yamiru wondered aloud as he put away the map.

This question startled the monk, and he hurriedly waved his hand, saying, "How could you say that, little benefactor? Amitabha! Our temple may have a few martial monks, but we certainly don't deserve the title of 'the source of all martial arts in the world.'" After a pause, the old monk continued softly, "If we are to speak of a place where all martial arts come from, I believe there is only one place in this world that truly deserves that title."

"Where?" Yamiru responded casually.

"The Holy Land of Martial Arts, Korin Tower!" the monk said solemnly.

"Oh, that place."

"Surprising. You've heard of it, little benefactor?"

"Of course, I've heard of it, it's a Lookout subordinate unit," Yamiru joked.

Indeed, Galinta was directly beneath the Lookout, essentially the precursor to the real deal, set up like a mini-version of the Lookout trials. Even the martial philosophies taught by the Korin seemed like a low-tier version of the Lookout's martial teachings. The "Snatching Super dive Water" class could be seen as a preparatory course for things like "stealing bells" and "Quiet as the sky, Fast as lightning".When you really thought about it, it almost had a resemblance to the basics of "Free-Style Mastery" from some martial arts philosophy.

As Yamiru's thoughts drifted far and wide beyond the Twelve Universes, the old monk was still standing there, looking confused. "Lookout? What lookeout?" he asked.

Yamiru snapped back to reality with a feeling of returning to earth.

"Let's forget about that, Master, how about we exchange a few moves?" Yamiru suggested, eager to shake off the feeling of superiority he'd gotten earlier when he was casually showing off his knowledge to these lower-level natives.

The monk smiled slightly and said, "My purpose in traveling with you, little benefactor, is precisely this. I believe Delat shares the same sentiment."

Yamiru paused for a moment, then laughed, "So you're planning to repay your kindness this way!"

Earlier, when the restaurant in the desolate forest was burned down, both the old monk and Delat had learned of Yamiru's purpose in traveling alone: it was a journey to seek martial arts.

Delat had advised him not to go so far when he could simply train in his temple. Yamiru had declined.

The old monk had also suggested that Yamiru could accompany him to Orin Temple, where he could undergo monastic training and still learn true martial arts. However, thinking of Krillin and the monks who were knocked out by just one of Krillin's kicks, Yamiru wasn't very confident in Orin Temple's martial arts. He still preferred the Turtle School's methods and rejected the offer.

After learning that Yamiru intended to apprentice under the Turtle School's greatest disciple, Son Gohan, the old monk had stopped Delat from further persuasion.

"He is someone with ambition!" the monk had said to Delat. "I hope he truly finds the reclusive Son Gohan. That way, his martial path will have a brighter future."

Unable to persuade Yamiru, Delat and the old monk, with great tacit understanding, decided to accompany him on his journey.

Although they couldn't help him directly find Paozu Mountain, at least they could travel part of the way together. The old monk decided to teach Yamiru a few martial techniques on the road, while Delat felt he had his own skills to share, such as wilderness survival and some basic reconnaissance and counterintelligence tactics. As an official special forces operative, if it weren't for the ridiculous superpowers of that damn rabbit, Delat alone could have easily taken down those low-level gangsters.

Only then did Yamiru realize their intentions, and he couldn't help but feel quite happy.

"Alright then, I'll accept your kindness! Prepare yourself, Master Fourteen."

At this point, Yamiru was not completely clueless about martial arts. The grueling training from Jiora had given him some basic fighting skills.

However, given that this improvement had been a crash course over a few short days, it was still insufficient in front of someone like the old monk, a martial arts master with professional training.

"Master is too kind." The old monk smiled slightly. Without much effort, just a few nimble movements, he sent Yamiru tumbling to the ground. However, when the monk raised his foot, he prevented Yamiru from falling too harshly. "I quite like being called 'Master Monk,' little benefactor. Feel free to continue using it."

Yamiru, still dizzy, had no idea how he ended up on the ground.

The old monk's techniques were even more elusive than those of Jiora! Jiora's moves were too straightforward, relying on sheer speed to overwhelm Yamiru. Perhaps it was also because his energy was far stronger than Yamiru's. Thinking of this, Yamiru felt a spark of joy in his heart—he was looking forward to learning new techniques.

At this moment, Delat, who had gone out to gather supplies, returned.

Upon entering the small town earlier, he had disappeared, saying he was going to buy some equipment. After being captured by the Rabbit Boss, all the gear he had was confiscated.

"Has it started?" Delat laughed when he saw Yamiru and the old monk practicing their punches in the small hotel room. "Yamiru, your days are about to get a lot harder. You'd better be prepared."

"Always ready." Yamiru clapped his hands, stood up, and grinned, saying something the two of them didn't understand.

As night fell, the stars twinkled.

Delat dragged Yamiru out of the small town, and the old monk naturally followed them.

"Your willpower isn't strong enough to be unaffected by material comforts..."

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