His comprehension, focus, and endurance were completely unlike those of a child, and even surpassed any disciple Master Roshi had ever seen!
“Good kid…” Master Roshi stroked his beard and clicked his tongue inwardly.
“Where on earth did that Gohan find a freak of a grandson like this?” Once the foundation was solid, Master Roshi began passing down the true “techniques.” “Gokai, watch closely, this is how you use ‘ki!'” Master Roshi stood on the beach, planted his feet firmly, and slowly brought both hands together at his waist.
“Gather the latent energy from every part of your body into a single point…
and then…” “Ka…
me…
ha…
me…
HA!!” “BOOM!!” A blinding blue column of light blasted out, crossed several hundred meters of open sea, struck a reef in the distance, and blasted it to pieces!
Son Gokai’s eyes lit up.
This was what he had been dreaming of!
“Did you feel it?
That is ‘ki.'” Master Roshi let out a heavy breath.
“Try to sense it for yourself.” Son Gokai nodded.
He stepped to one side, closed his eyes, and replayed Master Roshi’s movements in his mind.
The Tiger Talisman activated, bringing his mind and spirit into perfect unity.
The “ki” within his body had already grown extraordinarily full and rich through six years of exploration and life on Mount Paozu.
He mimicked Master Roshi’s posture and brought both hands together at his waist.
“HA!!” An enormous surge of ki instantly gathered into his palm!
“What?!” Master Roshi nearly lost his sunglasses from the shock!
That amount of ki?!
“BOOM!!” Son Gokai did not call out the name of the technique, he simply thrust the ki outward with full force!
A ki blast of the same brilliant blue, but even thicker and more compressed, exploded forth!
It did not strike the sea surface but skimmed just above it, plowing a long white furrow through the water, and only after a full kilometer did its energy finally exhaust itself and dissipate!
“…” The sea breeze blew past, and Master Roshi stood rooted to the spot, completely petrified.
“Did…
did this old man just…
see things?” “Teacher, I think I’ve got the hang of it.” Son Gokai lowered his stance and said calmly.
“…” Master Roshi took off his sunglasses, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and put them back on.
He walked over to Son Gokai, gave him a heavy clap on the shoulder, held back for a long moment, and finally managed one sentence.
“…You little brat, you really are a freak.” In the days that followed, Son Gokai’s progress could only be described as “godly speed.” At Son Gokai’s request, the Afterimage Fist, the Bankoku Bikkuri Sho, hypnosis…
Nearly every technique Master Roshi knew, Son Gokai grasped with a single pointer and mastered on the first try.
He was like a dry sponge, madly absorbing the essence of the Turtle School’s martial arts.
Master Roshi went from initial shock, to numbness, and finally arrived at nothing but warm satisfaction.
“The future of the martial arts may rest with this child.” Of course, there were also things Master Roshi refused to teach.
“Teacher, what is the Mafuba?” When Son Gokai came across this technique in one of Master Roshi’s collection of ancient texts and asked about it out of curiosity, Master Roshi’s reaction was unusually fierce, and he snatched the ancient text away with an expression of absolute seriousness.
“You are forbidden to learn it!” “Gokai, listen to me!
The Mafuba is a forbidden technique!
It can seal away an enemy, but the price is the life of the one who casts it!
No matter what, you are not to touch this technique, do you understand?!” Watching Master Roshi’s stern gaze, Son Gokai understood that he had the boy’s best interests at heart.
‘Even though I have the Dog Talisman, so using it wouldn’t actually kill me…’ he thought to himself, but he still nodded obediently.
“Yes, Teacher, I’ll remember that.” Time flowed on, and the years slipped by.
Four years passed in the blink of an eye.
On the beach beside Kame House.
A young man of nearly one meter fifty-six in height sat facing the morning sun, bare chested, in meditation.
His short black hair stirred faintly in the breeze, and his features had shed their childlike softness, becoming sharp and defined.
Unlike Son Goku’s purely innocent quality, his face carried a steadiness and resolve that no peer of his age could possess, and even with his eyes closed, he radiated an imposing, heroic energy all his own.
He was thirteen year old Son Gokai.
Saiyans have a long developmental period, and his height was not exceptional among those his age, but that physique was packed with explosive power.
Every line of every muscle flowed smooth and perfect, without a single trace of unnecessary bulk.
“Hah…” Son Gokai slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his eyes.
“Four years.” He clenched his fist and felt the power within him, as calm as an ocean on the surface but with surging currents running deep beneath.
“I have thoroughly mastered everything the Turtle School’s martial arts have to offer.” Over these four years, he had not once resorted to the “near death revival” exploit.
He had simply kept laying his foundation, kept forging his body and spirit without pause.
Even so, at this point, Son Gokai without drawing on any talisman power was likely more than capable of going toe to toe with Tien Shinhan, who would win the World Martial Arts Tournament three years from now.
With the talismans, he could probably exchange a few moves with a young Piccolo, and while outright victory was not guaranteed, he certainly would not lose.
And of course, if the fight went on for more rounds and his passive stacked up, victory was assured!
“The foundation is solid.” Son Gokai stood up and gazed in the direction of Mount Paozu.
“By my count…
that day is coming up soon.” He knew very well that the Dragon Ball story began in the year Son Goku turned twelve.
The blue haired girl, and her adventure searching for the Dragon Balls.
“Master Roshi.” Son Gokai walked into Kame House, where Master Roshi was watching the morning aerobics show as reliably as ever.
“Oh?
Gokai, done with your training?” Master Roshi called out a greeting without turning his head.
Son Gokai walked around behind him and gave a deep bow.
“Teacher, thank you for everything you have done for me over these four years.” Master Roshi’s movements stopped.
He turned off the television and slowly turned around, his expression somewhat complex.
“…You’re leaving?” “Yes.” Son Gokai raised his head, his eyes clear and steady.
“I want to go home and see Grandpa and my younger brother.” Master Roshi was silent for a moment, then broke into a calm, accepting smile.
“Of course, you’ve grown up so much.” He stood up, walked over to Son Gokai, and straightened the boy’s collar for him.
“In these four years, you have been the finest disciple I have ever seen.
No, you have already ‘completed your training.'” “Go.” Master Roshi clapped him on the shoulder.
“The martial path is still long, don’t let yourself grow slack.” “Yes, Teacher!” Son Gokai gave a firm nod.
“And also…” Master Roshi suddenly broke back into that signature grin of his.
“Gokai, after you go down the mountain, if you happen to meet any pretty older ladies, don’t…
don’t forget to bring one back for your old teacher…
heh heh heh…” A vein twitched on Son Gokai’s forehead.
“…Teacher, I’m leaving.” He ignored this shamelessly undignified master of his, turned, and walked out of Kame House.
“Hey!
Gokai!
Don’t forget to come visit often!!” Master Roshi’s shout rang out from behind him.
Son Gokai did not look back, and only raised a hand in farewell.
He stood at the water’s edge and took a deep breath.
“Mount Paozu…
Goku…
Bulma…” “In this world of Dragon Ball, I, Son Gokai…” “Am officially entering the game!” “Whoosh!!” The Rabbit Talisman, Godly Speed, and the Rooster Talisman, Levitation, both activated at full power!
His entire figure became a white streak, flying rapidly across the sea surface, kicking up a long trail of spray, racing off toward the direction of the mainland!
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