This is Absolutely Not Dragon Ball

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Chapter 35 Senior Brother Son Gohan

The air currents rolled, and a black streak of light cut through the sky. Sitting cross-legged on the Black Cloud, Cyrus held the Dragon Ball Radar in his hand, studying it carefully. According to the radar, there was a Dragon Ball not far ahead of them.

"Let's speed up, Black Cloud," Cyrus murmured.

The cloud obeyed, soaring faster, and soon a peculiar mountain came into view.

The mountain had a strange shape. From a distance, it looked like a giant bun, and Cyrus couldn't help but wonder, "Is this Baozi Mountain?"

If he remembered correctly, Master Roshi's eldest disciple, Son Gohan, lived in seclusion on Baozi Mountain. And as luck would have it, Gohan happened to have the four-star Dragon Ball.

Cyrus recalled the original story: Son Gohan had taken in the young Kakarot, who later became Son Goku, after the latter had arrived on Earth in a spaceship. Gohan raised Goku, taught him martial arts, and treated him as his own grandson. Though Son Gohan only made a few appearances in the original work, his influence on Goku was undeniable.

However, as Cyrus glanced down at Wukong, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, a smile tugged at his lips. Wukong was not the same as Goku. He wasn't a child raised by another; Wukong had been saved from Planet Vegeta and raised by him — and their bond was completely unique. No matter what had happened in the original timeline, Wukong's destiny would be shaped by their bond, not by the past.

Cyrus's heart swelled with pride as he looked at the peaceful face of Wukong. The future was theirs to shape, and it would be unlike anything that had come before.

Regardless of whether this was truly Baozi Mountain or not, and regardless of whether it was his senior brother's territory, the Dragon Ball Radar clearly indicated the presence of a Dragon Ball here. So, without hesitation, Cyrus decided to investigate.

"Wukong, wake up, wake up."

Cyrus gently shook Wukong and called his name.

"Mm...?" Wukong mumbled groggily, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "Are we going to eat, Cyrus?"

Cyrus couldn't help but smile, his forehead crinkling in slight amusement. "Eat, eat, eat. This silly girl only thinks about food all day long."

He sighed, then explained, "There's a Dragon Ball down below. Once we find it, we can eat something delicious."

Wukong's eyes immediately snapped wide open, and all traces of sleep vanished. "Then let's go find it!" he exclaimed eagerly.

Cyrus chuckled at the sudden change, finding it both amusing and endearing. Together, they soared down toward the mountain, riding on the Black Cloud.

As they circled the mountain, the two soon spotted a humble little house nestled on the mountainside. In the yard, an elderly man practiced martial arts—throwing punches and kicks with impressive skill.

Cyrus instantly recognized the style—the distinct Kame-ryu martial arts. His suspicions were confirmed. This was indeed Baozi Mountain, and the man practicing below was none other than Son Gohan, their senior brother.

Meanwhile, Son Gohan noticed the figures approaching from above. His eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"Somersault Cloud?" he muttered, his gaze narrowing as he inspected the clouds. "No, it's not golden. It's different from Master Roshi's Somersault Cloud..."

Before he could think further, he was startled to see two figures—one young boy and one girl—leap down from the air, landing gracefully in front of him.

The altitude of nearly a hundred meters was dangerous, even for martial artists with good strength. A fall from that height would likely cause serious injury. Son Gohan, upon noticing the figures descending, quickly braced himself to jump up and rescue them. But then, he paused.

To his astonishment, the boy and girl who jumped from the black cloud somersaulted multiple times in the air before landing perfectly on the ground without a scratch.

"Excuse me, are you Brother Son Gohan?" Cyrus called out after landing, his voice calm and polite.

Son Gohan blinked in surprise. "Young man, do you know me? Why do you call me Senior Brother?"

Cyrus smiled slightly, unfazed by the older man's confusion. "Brother Son Gohan, my name is Cyrus, and this is Sun Wukong. We are both disciples of Master Roshi."

Son Gohan's eyes widened with realization. "So you're disciples of Roshi... that explains the somersault cloud!" He nodded thoughtfully, clearly impressed.

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Inside the humble cabin, Son Gohan prepared two cups of hot tea for Cyrus and Wukong, along with some fresh mountain fruit as a gesture of hospitality.

"The mountains are simple, but please, make yourselves at home," Son Gohan said, offering the tea with a warm smile.

"Thank you, Brother Gohan," Cyrus replied politely, accepting the tea with gratitude.

Son Gohan smiled as he observed Wukong eagerly devouring the fruit. "Junior Brother Cyrus, is Master Roshi doing well?"

"Master Roshi is fine," Cyrus reassured him.

"He's as lively as ever. No need to worry about us."

Son Gohan's expression softened as he looked at the two young visitors. "It's impressive," he remarked.

"Heroes truly do emerge young. I never expected Master Roshi would take on two more disciples. You both seem to be very capable."

Cyrus's demeanor was calm and steady, while Wukong, as usual, was lost in the joy of eating the fruit. Son Gohan couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the pair.

As Master Roshi's eldest disciple, Son Gohan had trained under his guidance for many years. Despite his age, his strength was among the best on the planet. His sharp eyes could easily detect potential, and it didn't take long for him to sense something extraordinary about Cyrus and Wukong.

Though Son Gohan couldn't fully gauge Wukong's potential, he could sense that the young boy held remarkable power. However, it was Cyrus who truly intrigued him. The older man couldn't see through him at all—an unmistakable sign of immense strength. Son Gohan had a hunch that Cyrus might even be stronger than him.

Given that Cyrus had already reached such a level of power at such a young age, Son Gohan couldn't help but think, It seems Teacher Roshi has really taken on two extraordinary disciples this time. They're far beyond my own strength—or even the Bull Demon King's.

After a while, the conversation shifted to more practical matters. Son Gohan, clearly curious, asked, "Junior Brother Cyrus, what brings you here today?"

"Brother Gohan," Cyrus began, his tone serious, "Wukong and I are on a quest to collect the legendary Dragon Balls. These spheres here are part of it. I was wondering if you happen to have any Dragon Balls in your possession?"

As he spoke, Cyrus carefully took the three-star ball from Wukong and handed it over to Son Gohan for inspection.

"Wait... this is a Dragon Ball?" Son Gohan exclaimed, eyes widening in surprise.

He walked over to a nearby cabinet, rummaging through it for a moment before pulling out another Dragon Ball. "Ha... another one!" he said with a chuckle.

Seeing the four-star ball in Son Gohan's hand, Wukong, who had been munching on fruit, jumped up with excitement. "Wow, Brother Gohan, you have one too!"

Now that they had found a second Dragon Ball, Cyrus felt a rush of excitement. The collection was truly underway.

"I've heard the legend about these Dragon Balls," Son Gohan continued, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "They say that if you gather all seven, you can summon a dragon to grant you a wish. This one I found in the mountains. I never expected it to be one of the legendary Dragon Balls."

As Son Gohan spoke, a soft glow began to emanate from the two Dragon Balls, their energies subtly influencing each other.

"Brother Gohan," Cyrus began, rising to his feet, his voice respectful, "These Dragon Balls are incredibly important to us. Would you be willing to give us your Dragon Ball? I promise I will do my best to grant any request you might have in return."

Son Gohan, hearing the sincerity in Cyrus's voice, chuckled softly. "Ohhh... What could an old man like me possibly ask for? I'm nearing the end of my days. There's no use for me to keep this Dragon Ball."

Without a second thought, Son Gohan handed over both the four-star ball and his blessing. "If you truly need it, then take it. I don't need it anymore."

Cyrus's face lit up with gratitude as he took the Dragon Balls from Son Gohan. "Thank you, Brother Gohan. Your generosity means a great deal to us."

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