Dragon Ball Human

These three individuals—one an itinerant old monk, one an elite special forces soldier, and the other an iron-footed boy who runs 100 kilometers every day when bored—were walking through a small town. With just a few steps, they had already wandered out of the city without even noticing.

The moonlight tonight was just right, enough to see the road clearly.

Delat couldn't help but glance at his companion, Yamiru. This kid was so small, yet his stamina didn't fall behind Delat, a trained special forces soldier. Whose little monster was this?

"What's up?" Yamiru asked, looking at him strangely.

Delat, who was tall and had legs as long as Yamiru's height, was easily jogging at a fast pace. The old monk, Shi Shi, was even taller, so both of them could run easily. Yamiru, however, was at a disadvantage because of his shorter legs, forcing him to keep a steady pace, though in this lifetime, Yamiru had no fear of running, and even vaguely enjoyed the sensation of it.

"It's nothing," Delat said. "I just didn't expect you to be so tough. Out here at night, traveling with me, and you're not the least bit unwilling."

The old monk on the other side also commented, "It's truly rare."

Yamiru replied, "A dumb bird has to fly early. With my talent, I can only make up for it with effort!"

The three of them kept running along the country road for over two hours. As the night deepened, they finally stopped.

"Let's move off the main road a bit! I see on the map, there's a forest a few hundred meters in that direction. Let's head there."

Delat decided.

Yamiru and the old monk had no objections and followed Delat.

Now, just like Yamiru, Delat was also carrying a bulging backpack, and his clothes were filled with pockets, crammed with all sorts of tools.

At the edge of the forest, Delat set up a simple tent.

During the process, he called Yamiru over, teaching him as he set it up. Once finished, he took the tent down completely and watched as Yamiru set it up again.

"Keep this tent," Delat said, taking out another unassembled tent and stuffing it into Yamiru's backpack. "Capsules are great, but they're easy to lose. You've got a long journey ahead, so it's better to carry important things on you." He patted Yamiru's backpack and called, "Let's go. The monk can start a fire, and I'll take this kid to the woods to look around and grab some snacks." He then called out to the old monk.

The old monk nodded, already carrying a bundle of dry twigs.

As Yamiru followed Delat into the forest, he looked back toward the old monk. With his keen eyes, he could clearly see, even in the dim night, the old monk rubbing a short, thick branch between his hands, causing a small flame to burst into life. "What strong hands!" Yamiru thought to himself. "When I practiced with the old monk before, he knocked me out with just his moves, and I didn't even get to feel his strength." He then thought, "Even though the old monk is so skilled, he still got tricked by that damn rabbit and almost turned into a carrot for it. Looks like without enough strength, you still need to be wary of strange abilities!"

Following Delat, Yamiru was learning how to move through the forest at night in a more systematic way.

How to Distinguish Directions.

How to Track Wild Animals. Which animals are nocturnal and which ones are dormant at night.

Which Wild Fruits or Even Grasses Are Edible.

Which Might Be Signs of Human Activity. If found in the wild, these must be approached with caution.

Delat also introduced many commonly used traps by hunters. Yamiru took careful note. If it hadn't been for his quick reaction last time, he would have stepped right into a trap.

There were also methods for finding water sources. Water was the most important thing when surviving alone in the wilderness.

Although Yamiru carried water capsules, he planned to pass through towns regularly to replenish his supply. But still, one must always prepare for the unexpected.

All this information poured out of Delat, and Yamiru absorbed it with the seriousness of someone preparing for finals in college.

"Just remember as much as you can, there's still time," Delat chuckled. "Your journey ahead is not going to be easy. I'll help as much as I can. I really don't understand what that person who's guiding you was thinking—sending a kid like you on a trek of tens of thousands of kilometers, through mountains and forests not even on the map? Ridiculous. If it were up to me, in this day and age, why practice martial arts? It's all just talk. You're better off with scientifically structured physical training. Yamiru, you should join the army. Your physique is good—you'd be a real asset!"

Yamiru just smiled silently, looking at Delat with a blank expression.

"You guys are all just cursed," Delat could only shake his head.

It wasn't that he didn't acknowledge the old monk's skill, but in his eyes, if the monk had applied the same dedication and passion for martial arts to the scientific and systematic training used in the military, his abilities wouldn't be any weaker. With a scientifically sound exercise plan and adequate nutrition, he might even be stronger than he was now.

"Shh!"

Suddenly, Yamiru reached out to stop Delat's knee.

Delat was confused and looked down to see Yamiru's golden eyes fixed on the dark depths of the dense forest. Delat followed his gaze. In the shadowy thicket, something suddenly moved, and a wild roe deer's head popped out, its beastly eyes reflecting the faint moonlight.

"This kid has sharp eyes!" Delat thought to himself. "And his eyes... why do they keep changing from gold to black? Is that some kind of superpower? Oh, maybe that's how he saw through the rabbit's ability! Hmm... If it's this kid, with his skills and those eyes, maybe he really could trek to that so-called Paozu mountain he mentioned!"

Yamiru bent low and began to sneak toward the roe deer. Delat tried to grab him, but couldn't catch him in time.

"This kid is only a few years old, but he moves like he grew up in the forest?" Delat could no longer see Yamiru's silhouette in the dark, but he could feel how silently the boy moved, his eyes seemingly capable of seeing in the night, making him resemble a small leopard. "When it comes to hunting in the woods, I don't think I'm better than him!"

Suddenly, a faint rustle ahead was followed by the sounds of the wild roe deer struggling and squealing, then a few muffled thuds, as if Yamiru had thrown a few punches, and then everything went still.

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Soon, Delat and Yamiru returned to the old monk.

The campfire flickered, the branches crackled, making the surroundings even quieter.

Delat skillfully skinned the roe deer, cleaned its entrails, and after rinsing it, began roasting it on a stick.

Yamiru brought some wild fruits and water to the old monk.

"Thank you," the old monk said as he accepted them.

While roasting the meat, Delat asked Yamiru for a map. Yamiru had prepared several maps of the major cities and the country when he was in Slob City, covering everything. Delat found the map of their current location, took a pen, and started marking the route. Yamiru, drawn by the smell of roasted meat, waited for a while before Delat set the pen down and handed the map to him. In the firelight, Yamiru saw that Delat had circled a large city nearest to them. It seemed like it was their destination.

"Heil City," Yamiru read aloud. He then noticed a fine line extending from the circle marking Heil City—it was the route Delat had drawn for them to enter the city. But the route didn't directly connect with their current location; instead, it went in a large detour around Heil City. Yamiru looked closely. Wow, the route Delat had drawn deliberately passed through four mountain ranges and two huge forests—basically all difficult and dangerous terrain.

"Taking this route, even if we hurry, it will still take at least ten days. Slower, and it'll take more than half a month," Delat said. "I've taught you everything I can in this time, and if we go into more detail, it would take more than ten or twenty days. With this time, I think it'll be enough for the old monk to discuss... hmm, martial arts with you?"

The old monk ate a few wild fruits and tossed the pits into the fire. With his palms pressed together, he said, "The martial arts of Orin Temple aren't as profound as those of the Turtle Hermit School. Ten days is enough for Yamiru to grasp the basics." He smiled and continued, "Moreover, what Yamiru needs more isn't just martial arts, but the foundational philosophy of martial arts, right?"

"That's much more important than a few moves. Thank you, Master," Yamiru said sincerely, returning the gesture.

The old monk shook his robes and stood up from his cross-legged position. "There's still some time before sleep, and your meat isn't done yet. Yamiru, come."

He waved at Yamiru.

"Okay!" Yamiru didn't hesitate and threw a punch.

The campfire flickered with their movements, casting their shadows back and forth, exchanging blows.

Delat, uninterested in their sparring, kept his eyes fixed on the roasting meat, watching it start to drip oil.

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The next morning, as the first light of dawn broke.

The tent rustled faintly.

After a while, Delat, lying on his side, and the old monk, meditating, both opened their eyes. They rose and stepped out of the tent, only to see a small figure nearby, practicing punches by the now extinguished campfire. At times, the figure would pause as if reflecting, then continue trying the moves. The old monk and Delat exchanged a glance and sighed softly.

"He will definitely find Son Gohan."

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