“Pshhhh…
whoosh…” Sun Wuxiu hovered above the ocean surface while continuously flying forward.
He had already been traveling across the sea for an entire afternoon.
The vast blue ocean stretched endlessly in every direction.
Compared to this massive sea, the tiny location marked on Grandpa Gohan’s map was practically smaller than a grain of sand.
“The direction should be correct…
Kame House ought to be somewhere around here.” Sun Wuxiu slowly scanned the surrounding area.
He had already flown back and forth across this region several times.
Although his stamina and ki reserves remained abundant thanks to his Saiyan physique, endlessly searching the ocean was mentally exhausting.
Activating the power of the [Rooster Talisman], he slowly floated upward until he reached nearly one hundred meters above the sea.
His field of vision instantly widened.
“Hm?” At that moment, he noticed a tiny black dot far off in the southwest direction.
It looked like a very small island.
Without hesitation, Sun Wuxiu immediately accelerated.
“Whoosh!” His body shot forward like a cannonball while skimming rapidly across the ocean surface.
As the distance gradually shortened, a familiar pink house slowly appeared before him.
The words “KAME HOUSE” were clearly painted on the building.
“Finally found it.” Sun Wuxiu slowly landed on the beach.
By now, the sun had already begun setting.
Golden-red light reflected beautifully across the ocean surface.
At the edge of the small island sat an elderly sea turtle wearing sunglasses while quietly enjoying the sunset.
“Hello.” Sun Wuxiu walked over politely and bowed slightly.
The sea turtle slowly turned its head in surprise after hearing his voice.
“Oh?
Hello there, little guy.
How did you end up here all by yourself?
Where are your parents?” “I’m here looking for someone.” Sun Wuxiu went straight to the point.
“Excuse me, does Master Roshi live here?” The sea turtle immediately froze.
Its sunglasses slid halfway down its nose.
“You’re looking for Master Roshi?” It stared at him curiously.
“What do you want with him?” “I want to become his disciple and learn martial arts.” Sun Wuxiu answered firmly.
“Become his disciple?” The sea turtle looked him over carefully before sighing helplessly.
“Well…
Master Roshi may not be very convenient right now.” It slowly pointed toward Kame House behind them.
From inside the building came loud energetic music along with the old man’s excited voice shouting strange noises.
“Heave-ho!
Hah!
Heave-ho!” Sun Wuxiu’s expression twitched slightly.
As expected.
It was exactly the same as in the original story.
“It’s fine.
I can wait.” Sun Wuxiu replied calmly.
The sea turtle sighed again.
“You really are a strange child.
Forget it, just go inside yourself.
He’s in the living room.” Sun Wuxiu nodded before walking toward the house.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly pushed the door open.
“Excuse me for intruding.” “Hah!
Hoo!
Hah!” The scene inside instantly entered his eyes.
A bald old man wearing sunglasses and a colorful beach shirt was lying directly in front of the television.
A large purple turtle shell rested on his back.
At that moment, he was completely focused on a beautiful woman on the TV screen performing aerobics in a revealing swimsuit.
Master Roshi copied every single movement enthusiastically while stuffing tissues into his nose to stop the nonstop nosebleed.
This shameless old man before him was none other than the world’s greatest martial arts master.
The legendary Master Roshi.
“Hm?
Oh?” Only now did Master Roshi notice someone entering the room.
Reluctantly pulling his attention away from the television, he turned toward Sun Wuxiu.
“Little guy, who are you looking for?
Did you get lost?
Want some tea?” Sun Wuxiu’s expression did not change in the slightest.
The perverted old man before him was precisely the person he came here to find.
Without hesitation, Sun Wuxiu walked forward and bowed respectfully.
“Master Roshi!
My name is Sun Wuxiu!
I sincerely ask you to accept me as your disciple and teach me martial arts!” Master Roshi was instantly caught off guard.
“Eh?
Hey!
Get up first!” He hurriedly scrambled over to help Sun Wuxiu stand back up.
“What disciple?
I’m just an old man living in retirement.
I don’t teach martial arts anymore.” As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously drifted back toward the television again.
However, midway through turning around, his movements suddenly froze.
“…Sun Wuxiu?” Master Roshi slowly repeated the name.
The relaxed expression on his face disappeared instantly.
He removed his sunglasses.
A sharp light flashed briefly within his aged eyes.
“That name sounds familiar…” Master Roshi stroked his beard thoughtfully while carefully examining the boy standing before him.
Black hair.
Sharp eyes.
And most importantly, a calm temperament completely unlike ordinary children.
“You don’t seem like a normal kid.
Who told you about me?” “It was my grandfather.” Sun Wuxiu answered honestly.
“Grandpa Gohan told me.” The moment the name “Gohan” entered his ears, Master Roshi’s eyes widened sharply.
“Son Gohan?!” He immediately jumped to his feet before grabbing Sun Wuxiu by the shoulders excitedly.
“You’re Gohan’s grandson?!” “Yes.” “Hahahaha!
So that’s how it is!” Master Roshi burst into loud laughter while repeatedly slapping Sun Wuxiu’s shoulder.
“I was wondering why your surname sounded so familiar!
You’re actually Gohan’s grandson!” After laughing for a while, his expression gradually softened.
“So many years have passed already…” A trace of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.
“Gohan…
that boy has become a grandfather himself now.” Master Roshi looked at Sun Wuxiu warmly.
“How is he doing?” “Grandpa is healthy and living peacefully on Mount Paozu together with my younger brother Son Goku.” “Mount Paozu…” Master Roshi nodded slowly.
“Good.
That’s good.” The frivolous expression in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced by the gentleness of an old martial arts master.
He looked at Sun Wuxiu once more.
“So Gohan’s grandson traveled all the way from Mount Paozu just to become my disciple?” “Yes.” Sun Wuxiu nodded firmly.
“I want to learn the true path of martial arts.” “The true path of martial arts…” Master Roshi quietly repeated those words.
As he looked into Sun Wuxiu’s determined eyes, it was almost as if he could see Son Gohan standing before him again from many years ago.
Finally, Master Roshi burst into laughter once more.
“Good!” “You truly are worthy of being Gohan’s grandson!” He pointed proudly at himself.
“Fine then!
From today onward, I, Master Roshi, will officially accept you as my disciple!” And so, beginning at the age of nine, Sun Wuxiu officially stayed behind at Kame House and began undergoing Master Roshi’s brutal training.
Every morning before sunrise, Master Roshi would drag him out of bed.
Long-distance running while carrying heavy turtle shells across the beach.
Swimming through shark-infested waters.
Dodging swarms of giant hornets to sharpen reflexes.
Delivering milk.
Working construction jobs.
Farming fields.
Every training method was exactly the same as the original Turtle School training from the original Dragon Ball story.
“Martial arts isn’t only about fighting!” Master Roshi shouted while drinking tea comfortably beneath the shade.
“You must learn movement, but also stillness!” “You must understand tension, but also relaxation!” “The essence of the Turtle School lies in balancing work and rest while tempering both body and spirit through daily life!” Throughout all of this training, Sun Wuxiu deliberately avoided using any talisman abilities that strengthened his body.
He sealed away the enhancement powers of the [Ox Talisman] and [Rabbit Talisman] deep within his soul.
What he sought was the strongest foundation possible.
At this time, the balancing power of the [Tiger Talisman] displayed miraculous usefulness.
No matter how exhausting or repetitive the training became, Sun Wuxiu could instantly enter a state of absolute calmness.
His mind remained perfectly steady without arrogance or impatience.
Every exercise was completed seriously and meticulously.
Master Roshi became increasingly shocked by his performance.
This child was practically born to become a martial artist.