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Chapter 36 Gift of the Ruyi Stick

BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!

Boom!!!

In the yard in front of the cabin, Cyrus and Son Gohan clashed in a fierce battle, their movements so swift they seemed to blur. The sound of air exploding in their wake echoed through the atmosphere as they collided with each other, each strike sending shockwaves through the air.

Cyrus and Son Gohan had been training together in Baozi Mountain for nearly a month. After obtaining the Dragon Ball from Gohan, Cyrus had decided not to leave immediately. Instead, he remained at Baozi Mountain, spending each day sparring with Gohan to hone his skills.

As the eldest disciple of Master Roshi, Son Gohan had inherited the true teachings of his master's martial arts. Skilled in various fighting styles, his strength had grown to rival that of Master Roshi himself.

Although it is very easy for Cyrus to defeat Son Gohan with his current strength, there is always a way to polish jade with one's own strength. Son Gohan, who has practiced martial arts for decades, also has very deep attainments and understanding of martial arts. There are many things about him that Cyrus can learn from.

During the more than one month in Baozi Mountain, Cyrus practiced sparring with Son Gohan every day and felt that he gained a lot.

"drink!!!"

The two collided again, and the powerful energy tore the ground into pieces and exploded. Cyrus and Son Gohan were also thrown backwards.

"Kamehaha wave!"

His body spun rapidly in the air, Cyrus clasped his hands together, and then a powerful qigong wave drew a long arc in the air and attacked Son Gohan.

"What?!!"

Son Gohan was also surprised that the Qigong wave could actually turn in the air.

But now is not the time to be surprised, with luck in his hands, Son Gohan quickly launched a Qigong wave:

"Kamehaha wave!"

BOOM!!!!!!!

The two Qigong waves collided in midair with a thunderous explosion, shaking the entire Baozi Mountain. The shockwave sent animals and birds fleeing in all directions, panic filling the air.

"Brother Gohan, are you alright?"

Cyrus flew down quickly, extending his hand to help Son Gohan, who was groaning on the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough…"

"I'm getting too old for this," Son Gohan muttered, taking Cyrus's hand and pulling himself up. He looked every bit the aging hero, and it made Cyrus smile with amusement.

Over the past month, Son Gohan had lost count of how many times he had lamented his aging body, each time playfully portraying himself as the helpless old man being bullied by the younger generation.

"Cyrus, Grandpa Gohan, I'm back!"

Wukong's voice rang out as she appeared, flying back from the distance on his somersault cloud. she had a large fish slung over his back, the red staff resting beside him.

With a dramatic leap off the cloud, Wukong tossed the massive fish—at least ten times his size—onto the ground with a resounding thud before rushing over to join Cyrus and Son Gohan.

"Ohhhh… Wukong's back!" Son Gohan chuckled, stroking his beard.

If Son Gohan held Cyrus in high regard, his affection for Wukong was even greater—like a doting grandfather who adored his mischievous granddaughter.

Although Cyrus and Wukong are just children in Son Gohan's eyes, Cyrus is so mature. Both his strength and temperament do not look like a child in his teens at all.

In contrast to the seriousness of Cyrus, Wukong was much simpler, with the innocence and nature of a child. Son Gohan, naturally, had grown very fond of her. Over the past month, he had treated Wukong like his own granddaughter, showering her with affection.

Each day, Cyrus and Son Gohan practiced and sparred in the yard, with Wukong cheering them on from the sidelines. When she grew bored of watching, she would run off to play and hunt.

With her strength, there was no need to worry about her. However, Baozi Mountain had been in chaos for over a month, all thanks to this energetic girl.

After a long day of sparring, Cyrus carried Wukong down to the river beneath the cliff for a bath, while Son Gohan prepared a delicious meal with the large fish Wukong had caught.

Despite being slightly weaker than the Saiyans, Wukong's appetite was that of a true martial artist, and the three of them easily finished the massive fish. They followed it up with a feast of fruits, though they were only about 70% full by the end.

"Brother Gohan, Wukong and I plan to leave in two days to search for the remaining Dragon Balls," Cyrus said, and Son Gohan froze, taken aback by the news.

"Indeed, it will be of no use to you if you stay with me any longer."

Son Gohan sighed, and a heavy silence settled over the group.

As an elderly man, it was natural for Son Gohan to feel the weight of loneliness living alone in the mountains. But during the past month that Cyrus and Wukong had stayed with him, he had felt more happiness and fulfillment than he had in years. Now that they were preparing to leave, he felt an overwhelming reluctance to part with them.

Still, Son Gohan understood. Neither Cyrus nor Wukong could remain in this secluded place. At such a young age, they had already achieved feats that most martial artists could only dream of accomplishing in a lifetime. Staying here would only stifle their potential. The world beyond the mountains awaited them.

"Wukong, Grandpa will teach you another set of monkey boxing today," Son Gohan said as he walked toward the yard.

"Yes, yes!" Wukong replied eagerly, her enthusiasm lighting up the atmosphere once more.

With a bright, happy expression on her face, Wukong jumped over to join Cyrus.

Two days later—

"Brother, I'm sorry for disturbing you these past few days," Cyrus said as he summoned both the Black Somersault Cloud and the Somersault Cloud. After packing their belongings, they were ready to say their goodbyes and leave.

"Ohhh…"

"It's no bother at all. In fact, I should be the one thanking you."

Son Gohan smiled warmly, stroking his beard as he spoke.

"Grandpa Gohan, I'll return the Ruyi Rod to you," Wukong said, reaching behind her back to take the red stick and hand it back to Son Gohan.

The Ruyi Stick, a strong and versatile weapon, could lengthen or shorten at the user's will. It had once hung on the wall of Son Gohan's house, and Wukong had found it so fun that she often took it out to play and hunt.

"Teacher Roshi got this Ruyi Stick from the immortal on Karin Tower. Later, he gave it to me. Now, it's of no use to me anymore, so I'll give it to you, Wukong," Son Gohan said, gently caressing the stick's forehead with fondness.

Wukong looked at Cyrus, seeking confirmation, and Cyrus nodded.

"Since Brother Gohan gave it to you, you should accept it," he said with a smile.

The Ruyi Stick, a sacred tool that bridged the Karin Tower and the Temple of Heaven, could stretch and shrink without breaking. It was perfect as both a weapon and a plaything for Wukong.

"Thank you, Grandpa Gohan!" Wukong exclaimed, her voice full of gratitude.

He happily accepted the Ruyi Stick and Wukong gave him a bright and pure smile in return.

Next, Son Gohan gave Cyrus and Wukong numerous instructions, like an elder imparting wisdom. He also handed them fruits and mountain goods he had prepared for their journey.

"Brother Gohan, Master Roshi now lives on Kame Island in the southern sea. You live alone in seclusion on the mountain, and it seems lonely and desolate. Why don't you go to Kame Island and live with Master Roshi?"

Before they left, Cyrus paused for a moment before speaking.

"Indeed, I haven't seen Master Roshi in a long time," Son Gohan said after a brief silence. "I will visit him after you leave."

There was a pause as he reflected, then he nodded. He was very old, and perhaps his time was drawing near. It seemed like it would be nice to spend his final days with Master Roshi, someone who had always been a companion and friend.

Without saying more, Cyrus and Wukong, under Son Gohan's watchful gaze, jumped onto the Black Somersault Cloud and the Somersault Cloud, soaring into the sky.

"Goodbye, Grandpa Gohan!" Wukong called out, waving enthusiastically.

"Goodbye, Cyrus, Wukong," Son Gohan replied, his voice tinged with both affection and a hint of sorrow as he watched them disappear into the distance.

To be continued…

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