Dragon Ball Roshi

The demon king Piccolo was sealed, this evil devil with so much blood on his hands... He finally disappeared and was locked in a small rice pot. Mu Taro knew that this demon king would not be reborn for the next three hundred years or more.

Mutaito maintained his composure, but it was clear that he was rigid and trembling slightly. Yet his old face displayed a relieved smile, and for a moment...

He had finally succeeded.

Taro lay far away, gasping softly, his eyes still echoing with the roar of Piccolo from moments ago when he used the Mafuba.

That's it... It's time to take the first step. And the next step in this period, during the three hundred years before the plot... will be training! After all, he is slowly ascending, step by step. How could he stop and hold back by just being Master kame?

Taro raised his hand and covered his eyes, silently thinking to himself. The use of Genjutsu through the Sharingan, even a low-level illusion like Narakumi no Jutsu, had affected his mind as if it were cracking, and he had no choice but to close the Sharingan.

And the three punches and two kicks from the Demon King Piccolo had made him feel pain all over his body. Thankfully, he had trained his will to be as strong as steel in the ninja world.

"Phew..." He secretly gritted his teeth and staggered to his feet.

After looking at the rice pot on the ground, Taro moved step by step toward Mutaito, who had already laid down on the ground.

What a pity... This is a respectable martial arts master.

Taro went to Mutaito's side, crouched down, and turned the old man's body.

Before the old master could fully exhale his breath, he opened his eyes again in Taro's arms. His lips moved, and a hoarse, weak voice squeezed out from between his lips:

"Taro..."

"Master" Taro lowered his eyes to the old man's extremely frail face and responded in a low voice. Not to mention the plot he knew, the forbidden technique "Mafuba" alone was enough to kill this old man who was already so weak. He knew Mutaito could no longer live, and these were his final moments.

"... You've become a little different." The old man said this, but he firmly placed Taro in his heart. Although he had essentially swallowed and digested the original memory of Mu Taro (the original Master Roshi), it's not wrong to say that he is the original Mu Taro. But after all, it is his original mind that dominates this body from now on, the mind of an previously ordinary man who has been fighting for over two decades after traveling from another world into the ninja world.

Hearing Mutaito say this, he couldn't help but feel a trace of discomfort in his heart.

After all, the words he roared loudly to make the illusion work successfully... were still somewhat unexplainable, because that was something that only someone like him, who knew the original plot, could know and say. If the opponent's mental weakness could be used as a entry point, the success rate and effect would naturally be greatly increased. And Piccolo's mental weakness, with no doubts, lies with his other half.

"..."Mutaito's cloudy eyes stared intently at Taro, who lowered his gaze to him. His lips trembled for a long time, but he stopped speaking.

The old man chose to remain silent about it, but Taro, instead, chose to speak.

Taro pressed his lips together, considered this, and said:

"Master, when your disciple was watching the battle from a safe distance just now, and saw the master being forced into a disadvantageous position by the great demon, I became extremely anxious and ended up fainting."

As he said this, his eyes turned scarlet, and three tomoe appeared. Mu Taro took a deep breath and softly said:

"When I woke up, my eyes became what they are now, and... while I slept, I vaguely saw many future scenes! Among them, was the identity of this demon king Piccolo!"

When the old man in Taro's arms heard these words, his eyes, which had been so clouded that it seemed he was about to close them, suddenly lit up again. He hoarsely asked:

"Is that true? God, God..." Scenes were flashing in his mind, including Taro's roar at the demon just now, and some words from the cat who lived in a certain tower. The old man murmured."This evil demon... Has something to do with the god in the temple?"

Even though he knew that at this very moment, the earth god must have been watching, Wu Tian nodded firmly and said:

"Yes! In the image I saw... The god who lives in the temple looks exactly like this great demon!"

The already weak breath of the martial arts master was obviously a bit messy. He coughed twice, and blood stains trickled from the corners of his mouth.

"Master!" Taro gently stroked his master's chest with the palm of his hand.

"There's no need, your teacher can no longer continue... My injuries are also not light." Mutaito, who was lying in Taro's arms, struggled to extend his hand and pulled a bean from his belt. Trembling, he handed it to his disciple. "Taro, eat it."

"Master! You eat it!"Mu Taro was obviously a bit surprised when he saw the beans that Mutaito took out but firmly refused. He said this sincerely.

"It seems that... you recognize this thing..."The old man smiled and spoke in a weak voice. "This teacher's body is no longer good; even with this bean... I cannot be saved. Mu Taro, you are a person with great blessings... You drank the immortality water twenty years ago, and today..."

"Master..." Taro's voice trembled, and his eyes were red. This was not referring to the Sharingan. His tears could no longer be controlled. Sour emotions stirred in his chest, making him extremely uncomfortable.

The last time such an emotion appeared was when he opened his Mangekyou.

"Taro, you know that since the birth of the Great Demon King, I've had a strong desire to become a teacher and spread martial arts, so... to protect... see so many people die. In just one year, so many people have died!" In Taro's arms, the old man shed tears with his eyes extremely cloudy.

"Master, don't worry, in the future, powerful warriors will arise one after another in our land. They will defeat every enemy who wishes to harm the land, repeatedly! They will guard the safety of the world with their lives without hesitation! They... are all my disciples!" Taro's tears finally fell.

"Yes, that's good, that's good..." Master Mutaito's voice grew softer. He looked into Taro's eyes, and his voice was now so faint that Taro had to place his ear near his mouth.

"Although you and Tsuru haven't yet been able to practice Ki... But the Bankoku-Bukkiru-Shou and the Kikoho have been passed to both of you... You must practice well and start your own sects in the future... You both drank the immortality water together, and your lives are long... and Fanfan..."

His voice grew smaller and slower. Taro had already pressed his ear tightly against the old man's lips, and still couldn't hear his voice for long. Turning his head to look, he realized the old man had lost his breath.

In the cloudy eyes the old man hadn't closed, it seemed there was an infinite hope for the future.

Holding the sadness in his heart, Taro closed the old man's eyes, and his voice was hoarse:

"Master, don't worry, I will take good care of Fanfan and I will surely pass on your martial arts."

Taro took the senzu beans from the palm of his old master's hand, put them in his mouth, chewed twice, and swallowed them directly.

Before, his chest and abdomen had almost collapsed from Piccolo's attack. But the moment he ate the beans... the injury was healed, and his physical strength was fully restored at the same time.

With his renewed strength, he gently lifted Mutaito's body. At that moment, Fanfan's sad voice quickly approached:

"Father..."