A crisp, sharp female voice shattered Alex’s train of thought.
He blinked in confusion.
‘Three-eyed baldy?
Are they talking about Tien?’
No one in the Dragon Ball universe really called him that, did they?
Tien was a pretty stoic, respectful guy; he didn’t usually rub people the wrong way.
Who would be so rude?
Then, it hit him.
‘Could it be her?’
He walked out to the courtyard gates and found a woman standing there.
She looked to be in her early thirties, dressed in a form-fitting blue cheongsam that accentuated her curves, her dark hair styled into two distinct semi-circular pigtails.
Seeing her, Alex instantly knew his guess was right.
It was Yurin.
While she looked like she was in her thirties, Alex figured she had to be at least forty by now.
But in the world of Dragon Ball, female martial artists always seemed to age remarkably well, retaining their youth and vitality.
It was nearly impossible to guess their real ages.
Yurin was no exception.
Back in the day, she had trained alongside Tien at the Crane School under Master Shen.
When Tien eventually left the school, Yurin grew deeply bitter.
She hated him for abandoning her and leaving without taking her with him, viewing him as cold and heartless.
Over the years, she had dedicated herself to mastering talisman magic.
Now that her skills had reached their peak, she felt she was finally ready to exact her revenge.
She had tracked him all the way here.
Yurin paused when she saw Alex looking so calm and composed.
Her face darkened.
“Is Tien here?”
“Nope,” Alex replied.
Knowing the lore, he knew exactly what was going on.
This woman was completely head over heels for Tien.
Her whole revenge plot was just a twisted manifestation of unrequited love.
In the original timeline, Tien remained entirely oblivious to her feelings and mostly just ignored her.
Honestly, looking at her now, Alex thought she was quite a catch—in both looks and figure, she was more than a match for the three-eyed martial artist.
Hearing that Tien wasn’t there, Yurin immediately grew agitated.
She had reliable intel that Tien and Chiaotzu had come to this exact dojo.
‘Is this priest hiding him?
He has to be!’
Her expression turned icy.
“I’m warning you.
You’d better hand him over.”
“Sure,” Alex answered effortlessly.
Yurin blinked, completely thrown off.
‘He just agreed?
Just like that?’ She had expected him to put up a fight, or at least try to lie.
Still, if he was willing to hand him over, it saved her a headache.
“Where is he, then?
Bring him out!” This chapter is updated first at g.com.
Alex chuckled.
She was definitely impatient, but he supposed that fiery temperament was part of her charm—the kind of woman who loved fiercely and hated fiercely.
“Hold your horses.
I can’t hand him over right this second.”
“Because he went somewhere a bit special, so he’ll be a while.
But don’t worry, it won’t be more than a day.”
Alex had already done the math.
Given Tien’s current mental stamina, he could probably last a maximum of ten years inside the Super Hyperbolic Time Chamber, which translated to exactly one day on the outside.
That was why he could state it with such absolute certainty.
Yurin furrowed her delicate brows, staring intently into Alex’s dark, unwavering eyes.
He didn’t look like he was lying.
“What kind of special place?”
Naturally, Alex wasn’t going to spill that secret.
“I can’t say for now.
But you’ll definitely see him tomorrow.”
Seeing how confident he was, Yurin weighed her options.
“Fine.
I’ll wait one day.
But if that three-eyed baldy doesn’t show his face, you’re the one who’s going to pay!”
Alex just smiled.
With a base power level of 4.6 billion, handling Yurin’s talisman magic would be an absolute joke.
When he didn’t respond, Yurin narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
“I heard he came here to take you as his master.”
“That’s right,” Alex confirmed easily.
“I am now Tien and Chiaotzu’s master.”
A mischievous, spiteful glint flashed in Yurin’s eyes.
She smirked.
“Then I want you to expel him!”
Alex internally rolled his eyes.
Tien was currently sweating it out in the time chamber, grinding out massive power level boosts for him, and he had just invested the Celestial Bloodline in the guy.
Expel him?
And lose his best stat multiplier?
Not a chance.
“He hasn’t done anything wrong, so I can’t do that,” Alex said smoothly.
“I know why you resent him, Yurin.
But let me give you a piece of advice: this isn’t how you show someone you care about them.
Constantly picking fights and seeking revenge is only going to push him further away.”
Yurin froze, her face twisting in sheer disbelief.
“How do you know my name?
Did…
did he tell you about me?”
‘Had Tien been thinking about me all this time?’ her heart skipped a beat. Find the original chapter at g.com.
‘Has he really never forgotten me?’
Alex held back a laugh.
Thanks to his omniscient anime-viewer perspective, he knew basically everyone’s name.
But he decided to play along.
“That’s right.
Tien told me all about you.
He’s been thinking about you for years.”
“He just couldn’t come looking for you due to some…
special circumstances.”
Alex figured the two of them actually made a decent couple, so playing matchmaker couldn’t hurt.
As for what those special circumstances were?
He had no clue.
Tien could figure out how to dig himself out of that hole later.
A warm, giddy feeling blossomed in Yurin’s chest.
‘I knew it!
He really was thinking about me!’ Still, she had to ask.
“What kind of special circumstances?”
“Well, you’ll just have to ask him that yourself.”
Yurin nodded slowly.
That made sense.
This guy probably didn’t know the deeply personal details anyway.
Done playing therapist, Alex walked over to the corner of the room and dragged out a sturdy wooden lounge chair.
Watching him, Yurin felt a flutter of appreciation.
‘Tien’s master is actually quite a gentleman,’ she thought.
‘At least he knows how to treat a lady.
He’s even setting up a chair for me to rest.’
Just as she stepped forward, a polite thank you forming on her lips—
Alex unceremoniously plopped himself down onto the chair, letting out a long, satisfied groan.
“Ah~ So comfortable.”
He paused, looking up at the sky.
“Actually, a little sun would be even better.” He stood back up, grabbed the chair, and briskly carried it out into the middle of the sunny courtyard, leaving Yurin standing awkwardly in the shade.
She glared at his back, her cheeks puffing in annoyance.
“Hmph.
Jerk!”
Still, she followed him out, standing a short distance away while he settled back in.
After a moment, Alex seemed to remember she was there.
He glanced over.
“Oh, by the way, are you tired?”
‘Oh, so now you decide to ask?’ Yurin thought bitterly.
‘Finally remembered you have a guest?’ Expecting him to finally offer her a seat, she kept up her polite facade.
“No, I’m not tired.”
“Not tired?
Perfect,” Alex beamed.
“Do me a favor and run down to the town, will you?
Grab me some snacks and a few cold drinks.”