Dragon Ball Roshi

 "Master, you... to what level has your Muten reached?" Aragon, supported by Yumeko, looked at Taro with a dazed expression and asked softly.

 Taro was momentarily caught off guard. He hadn't just used Muken, but rather his Mangekyou Sharingan. His head still ached, and he thought, The pain seems to be intensifying... is this just my illusion? I should be more careful with Mangekyou Sharingan in the future.

 He was about to respond to Aragon when—

 "Muken, what is this Muken? I heard this kid talking about some powerful fist technique you taught him? Is that what gave him the confidence to think that he could deal with someone like Long?" Tsuru, his expression unreadable, squinted as he looked at Taro.

 Taro had just used a single palm to destroy half a mountain, and now he looked as if nothing had happened. He smiled casually and said:

 "It's just a simple technique. Would you like to learn it? I can teach you."

 When Tsuru snorted coldly, Taro didn't pay much attention and continued.

 "It's been almost twenty years since we last saw each other, let's have a drink tonight."

 Tsuru remained silent, his gaze shifting to the door behind him.

 Taro sighed inwardly, following Tsuru's gaze. In the doorway stood a middle-aged woman, leaning against the doorframe, staring at them. Her gaze was complicated—joy, excitement, and... a hint of sorrow.

 Taro was deeply moved. After years of marriage, he could immediately see the sadness in his wife's eyes.

 He understood.

 Six years had passed. Fanfan, now thirty-six, had several more wrinkles on her face. As for Taro, not only had he naturally had a longer youth than most, but due to the demon world's interference, he had missed six years. Now, he looked no older than someone in their early twenties.

 Even Aragon was now seventeen! And because Aragon had practiced martial arts for years and handled many of the Muten's affairs during these years, he looked mature—almost the same age as Taro.

N"Fanfan, I'm home." Taro walked over, placed a hand on Fanfan's delicate shoulders, and looked into her teary eyes, speaking softly. His tone was unchanged from how he had always spoken to her.

 Meanwhile, Tsuru, watching from behind, furrowed his brows.

 This time, when Tsuru had come to Muten's School dojo, seeing that Taro had married and had children with Fanfan surprised him. In his mind, Taro, knowing that they were both drinkers of the elixir of immortality, marrying Fanfan now seemed unfair to her.

 Eventually, one would live while the other perished... What was the point?

 "Master." Tsuru's disciple walked up to him.

 Tsuru glanced at him, signaling him to speak quickly.

 The disciple grinned and whispered.

 "I... I have something to ask you, about Master Taro."

 He glanced at Yumeko, who was helping Aragon up from his injuries, and his eyes wandered over her.

 Tsuru, noticing his disciple's gaze, sneered.

 "You've got a bad habit, just like your master used to have!" Tsuru snorted coldly, not agreeing nor disagreeing with his disciple's request.

 Meanwhile, Yumeko, noticing the disciple's persistent glances, glared at him.

 "What are you looking at?"

 The disciple grinned, clearly with ill intentions.

 Aragon rubbed his chest. Although Long had been frightened into a daze by Taro's attack, the blows Long had landed were solid. His chest ached as his blood flowed erratically. He shot a disdainful glance at Tsuru's disciple and sneered.

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 That evening, Tsuru, his disciple, and Taro's family, along with Aragon, had dinner together.

 During the meal, Tsuru's disciple paid exaggerated compliments to Yumeko, clearly trying to please her. He occasionally flattered Taro as well, saying things like:

 "Master Taro's martial arts are godly!"

 "Master Taro is the number one martial artist in the world!"

 "If only I had a fraction of Master Taro's strength, I'd be proud."

 This made Yumeko frown in disgust, and Tsuru, hearing it, nearly wanted to slap his disciple.

 "Your own master is sitting here, and you're openly flattering Taro like that!" Tsuru muttered to himself, his words becoming bitter as he thought of Taro's single strike from earlier in the day.

 Originally, due to the shadow of the Great Demon King, Tsuru had almost given up on martial arts. But because of Taro's numerous feats during that journey, Tsuru's spirit had been reignited, and he began to feel a rebellious fire inside him once more.

 "This old pervert wasn't broken, and he even underwent a complete transformation. What about me? Am I really going to fall into despair?"

 He had originally believed that his years of relentless martial arts training would allow him to surpass Taro. His own style, the Crane-ryu, would surely be stronger than Taro's Muten, and the disciples he trained would undoubtedly be better than Taro's.

 But... all that confidence had been shattered by Taro's strike today.

 What was the point of worrying about sect strength or disciple rankings? These were all just superficial things. As a martial artist, he had been surpassed by Taro so much—so much that... Tsuru felt a crushing sense of helplessness, a self-doubt: Is there any hope for me to catch up to the Taro of today in this lifetime?

 In the air, Taro and Tsuru stood side by side.

 The breeze gently blew.

 "That your disciple?" Taro pointed to the young man, who had been following Tsuru around and was now talking to Aragon, and asked. It was then that he realized Tsuru had been standing there in a daze, lost in thought.

 Tsuru snapped out of his trance and squinted, looking at his disciple talking to Taro's eldest disciple. He muttered to himself, That damn brat's perverted habits… and then said aloud:

 "Hmph, just an unworthy fool. This kid has been pestering me, asking to marry your daughter after meeting her!"

 "Heh..." Taro chuckled, as if he had heard a funny joke.

 "You're willing to marry your daughter to your eldest disciple?" Tsuru caught the look in Taro's eyes, and with a cold snort, he said.

 "I'm not trying to discourage you, but my disciple is far stronger than yours! Just look at what kind of disciple you've taken in—he doesn't even look like a true martial artist."

 "Is that so?" Taro replied calmly, his gaze shifting toward the ground where Aragon and Tsuru's disciple were standing.

 Tsuru narrowed his eyes and followed.

 Aragon was growing increasingly frustrated with Tsuru's disciple's provocations. The kid kept insulting him with things like, Do you really think you're good enough for Yumeko?

 What was with this guy's shamelessness? He even mentioned Yumeko by name?

 Just as Aragon was about to confront the disciple, he saw Taro flying over and quickly greeted:

 "Master, what brings you here?"

 Tsuru's disciple also greeted eagerly.

 "Master Taro, Master."

 Taro nodded and looked at Tsuru's disciple, asking:

 "You're Tsuru's disciple?" Tsuru's disciple glanced at Tsuru behind him, confused.

 Does Master Taro not know this already? He nodded.

 "Yes, I'm his disciple."

 "You want to marry Yumeko?"

 Tsuru's disciple was startled, but then he became excited. If Master Taro was asking, it clearly meant that his master had already given the go-ahead. He hurriedly answered:

 "Yes! I've fallen for Yumeko at first sight and was planning to ask Master Taro for permission..."

 Taro waved his hand, interrupting him, and then turned to look at Aragon, who didn't seem to know what to do, asking.

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 "What about you? What are your feelings toward Yumeko?"

 Aragon gritted his teeth, fell to his knees with a loud thud, and exclaimed, "I dare not hide it from my master. I've admired Junior Sister for a long time, and she also has feelings for me, and…"

 "Alright, get up. After all these years of practicing martial arts, have your knees gone soft?" Taro frowned and waited for Aragon to stand up. He then addressed both Aragon and Tsuru's disciple, "Since you both have the same intention and are martial artists, why not settle it with a competition? The winner, I'll give my daughter to him. The loser… Aragon, if you lose, don't come back to see me. As for you…"

 Taro turned coldly to Tsuru's disciple and said, "Get as far away from me as you can."

 Tsuru's disciple opened his mouth in surprise, not expecting Taro's attitude to be so blunt. He looked at Tsuru behind him and saw his master's expression wasn't any better.

 Aragon's face flushed red with excitement, and he shouted, "If I lose! I'll have no face to ever see Master again!"

 Taro said, "Alright, tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, you two will fight on Broken Mountain behind here. If the loser loses, don't come down, just walk off in any direction you like. — What do you think?" The last sentence was directed at Tsuru.

 Tsuru snorted coldly, "Your daughter, you can do whatever you want with. What's it to me?" After saying this, he shot a cold glance at his disciple and flew off into the sky. Tsuru's disciple scratched his head, realizing his master was probably going to scold him fiercely later... but he didn't care. As long as he could marry Master Taro's daughter, with Taro's backing, what could his master do to him?

 With a smug look, he glanced at Aragon and said, "Master Taro, I'll take my leave now." Tsuru's disciple saluted and followed Tsuru as they flew off in the direction of the martial arts school.

 Only Taro and his disciples were left standing there.

 "Master..." Aragon mumbled.

 "What? Losing confidence?" Taro asked, his expression a half-smile.

 "No... it's just that I feel this might be unfair to Junior Sister Yumeko..." Aragon said gloomily.

 Taro smiled slightly, quickly hiding it, and slapped Aragon's head.

 "Look up!"

 Aragon looked up in confusion and immediately saw a pair of blood-red eyes.

 He froze, his eyes widening, as the image of a blood-red figure reflected in his pupils. The figure seemed to be practicing a mysterious martial art over and over in his mind. This martial art was unlike anything Aragon had ever seen before. It changed every second, every moment—there were no clear moves.

 This wasn't a martial art, but a will.

 The blood-red figure slowly pushed out a palm, ordinary in appearance, but capable of shaking the void.

 A single breath, expelling several times the force.

 One breath becomes two, then three, then four, then five…

 Aragon stood there, as if stunned, until Taro slapped his head again, jolting him awake!

 "Master, I understand! Muken! So this is Muken!"

 Aragon's expression became excited, his face flushed with joy, and his eyes were full of enthusiasm. All the thoughts he'd had about Muken over the past six years suddenly connected, and every fragment seemed to come together with a true spirit, forming a complete whole!

 "Muken, so that's what it is!"

 Taro chuckled, kicked Aragon in the leg, and said, "Go back. If you lose tomorrow, don't say you're my disciple!"

 Aragon grinned, unable to stop the image of Yumeko from appearing in his mind.

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