Dragon Ball Roshi

Boom!

A thunderous crack split the dark sky, tearing a white streak across it. The heavy rain began to pour down, soaking the mountain path, and a foot stepped on the wet ground, slipping with a sharp squeal.

"Be careful!" The farmer-like man scolded the young boy walking ahead.

"The road's slippery with the rain, it's hard to walk." The little boy mumbled.

"Slippery or not, we still need to go up the mountain to offer incense to Master Mutaito!" The farmer glared fiercely, his rough hand already raised, ready to slap the boy if he dared to argue again.

"I know, I know! Master Mutaito defeated the Great Demon King and saved us!" The little boy shrank his head, clearly used to getting punished.

It wasn't just the father and son on the mountain path. There were other travelers ahead and behind them, climbing the mountain. Most were villagers, farmers, and hunters from the villages below Mount Mutaito. Some had come from even farther away, from small towns, all having heard of Master Mutaito's deeds and coming to pay their respects.

"Master Mutaito is truly a great hero!" Some people sighed, others murmured in admiration.

Boom! Another thunderclap echoed, and dark clouds in the distance flashed with lightning.

The rain was now even heavier.

Taro stood in a small pavilion on the edge of a cliff, his hands behind his back, gazing silently at the flashes of lightning in the distance. He was dressed in white mourning clothes, a piece of rough burlap sewn onto his shoulder.

"Bankoku-Bukkiru-Shou... Bankoku-Bukkiru-Shou... I remember this technique being used by the turtle hermit disguised as Jackie Chun at the First World Martial Arts Tournament. After that, it never appeared again... I didn't expect it to contain such profundity..."

It had been three days since they returned to Mount Mutaito. During these three days, aside from keeping vigil in the mourning hall, Taro had been pondering the two unique techniques Master Mutaito had passed down to him and Tsuru. One of them was, of course, the Bankoku-Bukkiru-Shou, the same technique used by the turtle hermit in the original story.

It wasn't a big deal if he didn't practice it, but as soon as he began to train and study it, he discovered something that shocked him!

What kind of technique was the Bankoku-Bukkiru-Shou? Recalling the events of the original story, during the championship match of the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament, when the "Jackie Chun" disguise used this technique, his palms were surrounded by visible lightning, which he then used to strike toward Goku, trapping him in mid-air and rendering him immobile...

Lightning, Ki.

How similar was this to the Lightning Release techniques he encountered in his previous life? The principle of Lightning Release in ninjutsu was to first change the chakra's nature to lightning, then use specific hand seals to cast the corresponding jutsu!

And the Bankoku-Bukkiru-Shou?

Taro narrowed his eyes. With the memory of the original Taro within him, he remembered every detail of Master Mutaito's explanation when he passed on the technique... There was no doubt, the key to the Bankoku-Bukkiru-Shou was how to transform the Ki, as described in the manga, into high-voltage electricity!

This... wasn't it another form nature transformation?

This way... converting the various ninjutsu from the ninja world into techniques that can be reproduced in this Dragon Ball world doesn't seem entirely impossible, does it? Just think about it—future warriors in the Dragon Ball world shouting things like "Raikiri," "Great Fireball Technique," and "Rasengan"...

Taro blinked, suppressing a sense of mischievous amusement. He reminded himself that while these techniques might shine in the "First Arc," by the time the "Dragon Ball Z" storyline kicks in and the super intense fighting chapters begin, martial arts techniques will become secondary, and energy levels will be the key to victory.

He couldn't let himself fall into the trap of neglecting the fundamentals in favor of the superficial—that was absolutely not the way to go.

Taro exhaled deeply, calming himself completely. Then, his entire body slowly relaxed, and his arms naturally hung at his sides. Suddenly, his feet moved, and he struck with his palms and swung punches, moving so slowly that his motions seemed almost drawn out in the air. Next, he lifted his leg, kicking, and a phantom image formed as fast as lightning.

He moved in the confined little pavilion, shifting and dodging.

To an ordinary person, they might not even be able to distinguish his figure; his speed was so fast that the punches came quick, and his footwork even faster... They would only see what seemed like a red glow flickering within a blur of movement.

That was the Mangekyou Sharingan.

"It's essential to master "Ki" quickly..." Taro had long since mastered the martial arts techniques, but he wasn't practicing any of Master Mutaito's martial arts right now—he was simply following his own instincts.

When inspired, his fists would fly, his palms would follow; when the mood struck, his movements were like the wind.

Taro's form became faster and faster, his figure increasingly blurred. The strange, dark four-pointed shuriken in his eyes began to spin... He felt a surge of warmth building within his body, about to explode.

He closed his left eye and suddenly opened it wide!

A stream of black blood tears fell from the corner of his left eye, and the Mangekyou Sharingan's technique allowed him to completely control his chakra (energy, Ki)!

Crack! It was as if some cage within his body had been broken, and a hot stream of energy instantly spread through his limbs and bones! This feeling... Taro clenched his fists tightly, and the sensation of expanding power made him feel like he could shout to the heavens.

A sharp pain suddenly pierced his mind.

Taro's steps faltered, and the chaotic figures on the cliffside abruptly stopped. The shift from extreme speed to extreme slowness created an illusionary afterimage. Taro pressed his palm to his tightly shut left eye, gritting his teeth.

The pattern of the Mangekyou Sharingan slowly faded from his right eye.

Taro looked at the blood on his left palm with a bitter smile, silently thinking, "Although the Mangekyou Sharingan and its techniques are still usable, the side effects seem a bit too strong." Remembering the intense pain in his mind just moments ago, he couldn't help but shiver, then thought, "I wonder if I can find a way to train my spirit? Hmm... I almost forgot about the Dragon Balls. I wonder if I could ask Shenron to teach me? And could it solve the problem with my eyes?"

With the Mangekyou Sharingan,the more it's used, the more it's user is blinded, and by the end, the consequence is the permanent loss of vision. The only way to restore it is by obtaining the Mangekyou Sharingan from a blood-related sibling, which grants eternal light.

But in this Dragon Ball world, where would he find a blood-related sibling? Not to mention another pair of Mangekyou Sharingan.

However... even if he wanted to ask Shenron, with Earth's technological level from three hundred years ago, could they even create a Dragon Radar? Moreover, even if it could be created, it would require a Dragon Ball as a sample to make a radar that detects the specific electromagnetic waves emitted by the Dragon Balls.

Earth is vast, and those seven small balls are scattered across the world—trying to find one by chance... would be no easy feat. It would be like searching for a needle in a haystack—because Earth includes all the oceans.

"Regardless, I've taken the first step by developing the 'Ki' inside my body. I've entered the door. I can't rush the future; I'll take it one step at a time. I still need to follow Master's will, to establish a martial arts school and spread martial arts. Hmm, in the original story, that's how the Turtle School and Crane School came to be... But the Turtle School name... I really don't want to use that name."

"Three hundred years... no matter how anxious I am, i must work day by day."

Taro gazed at the horizon, noticing that the dark clouds were slowly dispersing, revealing a beam of bright sunlight.

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When Taro returned to his master's mourning hall, the crowd of people coming to pay their respects was slowly dispersing. Many recognized him as Master Mutaito's disciple, and even if they didn't recognize him, seeing him in mourning clothes made it clear he was very close to the deceased, naturally earning their respect.

Some people had even witnessed the great exodus of people from the mountain when Master Mutaito had first failed in his battle against the Demon King.

As Taro walked toward the mourning hall, he clasped his hands together and thanked the people one by one. The three of them had originally planned for a simple funeral, but they hadn't expected so many people to come up the mountain to pay their respects.

Once the crowd had left, it was nearly dusk. The pale rays of the setting sun slanted across the courtyard, adding an extra chill to the atmosphere.

Taro stepped on the fallen leaves as he entered the mourning hall, where Master Mutaito's coffin lay. On either side, kneeling in mourning attire, were Fanfan and Tsuru. Fanfan face was sorrowful, her eyes red and swollen, though she had no more tears to shed. Tsuru's face was expressionless, his expression wooden.

When they saw Taro return, the two of them respectfully kowtowed three times before slowly standing up.

"I'll go make some food." Fanfan murmured, her head lowered, and quietly left.

"What should we do about that thing? What are your plans?" Tsuru glanced at the rice cooker in the corner and asked again.

Taro looked at his master's coffin and said.

"We should go find my sister and ask her to use her divinatiin power to see the most suitable location. That's the best option."

Tsuru raised an eyebrow, his tone skeptical as he said.

"Your sister? You have a sister? And a seer?!"

Taro ignored his tone, sighing softly, and replied.

"I did have a sister, but when Master brought me to the mountain, my sister was taken by someone else to learn witchcraft. After all these years, I don't know where she is now."

"You don't even know where she is, so what's the point of saying anything?!" Tsuru was furious, though he didn't dare raise his voice—Master's coffin was right there, and he didn't want to be disrespectful.

Taro replied.

"Do you know where Master went after his first defeat?" Before Tsuru could answer, Taro continued. "He went to the Korin Tower and met the sages there. Otherwise, with such severe injuries, there's no way he would have recovered so quickly."

"Korin Tower? I think I've heard of it…" Tsuru furrowed his brow.

"Master mentioned it a few years ago. He said it's a sacred place for martial arts." Taro reminded him, slowly adding. "We can go there and ask the sage of Korin Tower to tell us where my sister is now."