Dragon Ball: I, Yamcha, am the strongest in the universe

Chapter 138: Obito's Bizarre Adventure

A week later, a boy named Uchiha Obito, carrying a small satchel on his back, walked out of the Great Desert Base.

Strapped to his waist was a flat, oval-shaped device. Whenever he pressed the button on top of it—

"Beep beep beep!"

With a series of mechanical beeps, several glowing dots appeared on the screen of the device. These glowing dots indicated the locations of the Dragon Balls.

Dragon Radar.

However, it was not made by Bulma — it was created by Mewtwo.

"The distance to the first Dragon Ball is around… 3000 kilometers."

Obito dashed in the direction indicated by the radar, beginning his journey to collect the Dragon Balls.

"Wait for me, Rin! I'll definitely bring you back to life!"

By the way, Obito wasn't traveling alone. Inside his Kamui dimension, there was a barely alive "Tobi" who had been in a near-dead state ever since arriving in the Dragon Ball world.

Shortly after Obito departed, Yamcha brought out the cryogenic pod containing Rin's body.

"That human kid is truly pitiful," Mewtwo remarked in the lab.

As soon as he said that, Yamcha's expression turned serious and he corrected, "How can you say he's pitiful? I helped him realize his wish."

Mewtwo shrugged indifferently, then pulled out a tablet. "Let me collect some data."

A few minutes later, Yamcha opened the cryo-pod, raised his right hand high, and spoke solemnly:

"Revive!"

Ding ling ling...

Accompanied by crisp sounds, a portion of gold coins from the YGGDRASIL world, stored in his equipment space, began to melt like early spring snow and eventually disappeared.

Resurrection Spell, and not just any — it was the highest-tier resurrection magic from the YGGDRASIL world. It was also Yamcha's greatest gain from his journey to that world.

To be honest, Yamcha never really intended for Obito to collect all the Dragon Balls. Sure, if he did, that'd be great. But if not, it wasn't a loss. His main goal was to cause trouble for the Red Ribbon Army, so that Marshal Black wouldn't be able to use the seven Dragon Balls to make some strange wish instead of wishing to grow taller.

Of course, if Obito actually did gather all seven, Yamcha wouldn't mind putting his so-called "Earth Upgrade Project" into action ahead of schedule.

As a faint golden light appeared, the horrifying hole in the girl's chest began to gradually heal.

Her eyebrows twitched slightly, and her chest slowly began to rise and fall. Her once-vanished breath had returned.

Soon, she opened her dazed eyes. The world before her was a blur—she couldn't see clearly.

After a long moment, her vision gradually began to recover.

"Didn't I… die at Kakashi's hand?"

Rin rubbed her dizzy head, curiously examining her unfamiliar surroundings.

"Is this... the Pure Land?"

She whispered softly.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Miss Rin Nohara."

A voice rang out — unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting. Rin couldn't help but feel a warmth toward it.

In YGGDRASIL's game mechanics, if you revived someone — even a former enemy (red mark) — they would turn friendly (green mark).

"You… you are?" Rin stared blankly at Yamcha, and for some reason, a faint blush crept across her face.

There was a pleasant scent coming from him, something that drew her in involuntarily.

Before she could say anything more, her body suddenly stiffened. New information, which hadn't existed in her mind before, suddenly appeared.

Information about Yamcha resurrecting her.

This was one of the additional effects of the resurrection spell from the YGGDRASIL world — a massive increase in affection from the one resurrected.

"It was… you who brought me back?"

Rin's tone turned respectful. Her curious gaze toward Yamcha shifted to one of admiration.

"To actually bring someone back to life… that's just..."

Even Rin, who had always excelled in her theoretical studies, had never read about resurrection in any book.

In the ninja world, "If someone is killed, they die" was an unbreakable law. Not even the God of Shinobi could escape death.

Yet now, she could breathe, feel, and see. She was, unmistakably, alive again.

Could the man before her be someone even greater than the God of Shinobi?

Rin examined her body carefully — but the joy on her face quickly vanished.

It turned to shock. And fear.

"Why?! Why is the Three-Tails still inside me?!"

She couldn't help but scream.

She could feel the chakra of the Three-Tails within her body — a sensation she knew all too well.

That realization alone would've been fine, but her overly emotional state awakened the slumbering beast inside her.

Madara Uchiha's scheme had been simple: implant the Three-Tails into Rin, temporarily making her a Jinchūriki. Then, once she returned to Konoha, the seal inside her would automatically unravel, releasing the beast and wreaking havoc.

Crude. But effective.

That's why Rin had asked Kakashi to kill her. If she lived, Konoha would suffer.

In the end, Kakashi "killed" Rin — though it was more like Rin threw herself into his Chidori.

She knew it was the only way to protect Konoha.

Since a tailed beast's life was tied to its host, with her death, the Three-Tails would die as well.

Due to the tailed beasts' unique nature, the Three-Tails would eventually resurrect somewhere in the Shinobi world a few years later.

Madara's calculations had been spot-on — Rin died, Obito witnessed it, and the trauma awakened his Mangekyō Sharingan.

But what he hadn't accounted for… was Yamcha.

Nor that his chosen heir — Obito — would be intercepted by someone else.

Now, Rin had been resurrected. And the highest-tier resurrection spell returned her to her most perfect pre-death state.

That included the Three-Tails — which had also come back to life.

Now awakened, the Three-Tails began thrashing within Rin's body. The already-unstable seal was on the verge of collapse.

Rin was moments away from full tailed beast transformation.

"Run…!"

She struggled to suppress the rampaging beast inside, but how could her strength contain the Three-Tails?

Signs of transformation were already appearing all over her body.

In just a few more seconds, the Three-Tails would break free.

It could already smell the scent of flowers, feel the moisture in the air, sense the sunlight.

Ah… the taste of freedom.

No matter the cost, it would be worth it.

But then—

Just as it opened a crack in the seal and began to emerge, the Three-Tails suddenly froze.

Three terrifyingly powerful gazes locked onto it.

A dragon warrior clad in jet-black armor, power surging from his hands.

A fox descending from the sky like a king, full of contempt.

And the most terrifying of all — a man who looked utterly ordinary, yet inspired the deepest fear in the Three-Tails.

(End of Chapter)