Dragon Ball Roshi

Ahead was a small fishing village by the sea, located in a remote area.

 Taro and his group of four arrived here, and Yumeko curiously stood on the Flying Nimbus, gazing at the nearby coastline. Her mouth wide open in awe, she couldn't close it.

 "It's so big, Mama! Is this the ocean? It's so beautiful!" It was Yumeko's first time seeing the sea.

  In fact, it was also Fanfan first time seeing the vastness of the ocean, and she too was struck by its grand, endless expanse.

 "Let's go check out the village over there." Taro suggested as they headed toward the fishing village, where they could already see people walking out. It seemed they had noticed these outsiders.

 Aragon followed behind, now carrying all their bags and parcels. His master had claimed it was for training... suddenly, he was startled, looking at the village that was getting closer.

 "Why were all these people not wearing clothes?"

 "Ah! Daddy, they're so embarrassing!"

Yumekp squealed and buried herself in the Flying Nimbus, no longer daring to look at the people from the village.

 Taro furrowed his brow, watching the men and women in front of them who were either topless or wearing just a piece of cloth to cover themselves. These indigenous villagers all had dark, tanned skin, a result of years of exposure to the sun. They stared at Taro and his group, their expressions filled with more astonishment than their own.

 "These people… were they actually wearing clothes? How strange!"

 Aragon quickly turned his head, unwilling to look any longer. He leaned over to Taro's ear and whispered,

 "Master, what's going on here?"

 Fanfan, also glancing at Taro, waited for a response. Taro shook his head and decided not to continue on in that direction. Instead, he veered off toward a small grove at the other end of the beach.

 "Forget it. Let's go."

 "Daddy, why don't they wear clothes?" Yumeko asked, her head popping up from the Nimbus, looking confused.

 Taro thought for a moment and answered.

 "You think it's strange they don't wear clothes? Maybe they think it's strange that we wear them. Diferent people, diferent sensibility."

 "Daddy's lying! What's so strange about wearing clothes?" Yumeko clearly didn't agree, her eyes darting around, seemingly deep in thought.

 Behind them came strange, loud calls. Some male fishermen had actually started following them, and as they walked, they pointed and mocked the group, sneering with expressions of disdain.

 Fanfan remained silent, following Taro closely and nervously gripping his sleeve. Taro gently patted her hand in reassurance. Aragon, annoyed, spoke up.

 "Master, these people are so annoying. Shouldn't we teach them a lesson?"

 Taro glanced at his disciple and replied,

 "Mind your own business. Ignore them."

 Just as Aragon was about to say something else, a small stone hit him in the back of his head. Wincing in pain, Aragon angrily looked back, and as expected, it was the uncivilized fishermen throwing the rocks.

 "Hahaha…" The fishermen behind them laughed, as if they had seen something incredibly amusing, still pointing and mocking them.

 Taro didn't react at all. He honestly didn't feel any anger. To him, those people following them were like a swarm of mosquitoes, wild animals, or weeds by the roadside—no different at all.

 It reminded him of how Shanks from One Piece could let a fool pour alcohol on his head without even batting an eye, and how Luffy and Zoro didn't fight back when ridiculed or beaten in a tavern.

 This isn't about tolerance; it's that the mindset and perspective are on completely different levels compared to those people.

 The strong don't become stronger by bullying the weak. They become stronger by surpassing themselves and defeating those who are stronger.

 "So bad!" Yumeko, the little girl, puffed up her cheeks in anger, refusing to back down as she glared at the people. To her surprise, some of the men from the village actually ripped off their cloth coverings, swaying their privates arrogantly.

 Yumeko cried out,.

 "Ah!" And quickly hid behind her father's embrace.

 Fanfan also turned her head away.

 "So infuriating!" Aragon gritted his teeth in anger.

 Taro, who had been indifferent until now, narrowed his eyes. Without saying a word, he calmly pushed his wife and daughter behind him, his gaze cold as he looked at the person making the insulting gestures. Slowly, he raised his hand…

 A beam of lightning and fire intertwined, shooting out from his index and middle fingers. "Bang!" The figure was instantly decapitated and fell, twitching weakly to the ground.

 The mocking laughter abruptly stopped, and a strange silence fell over the group. Soon after, they scattered with a loud "Boom," running off in all directions.

 "Let's go." Taro said, turning around.

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 They walked across the beach and into the small grove, where Taro went to find suitable wood for building a hut.

 Aragon, still inexperienced in martial arts, could only help with physical labor. He wasn't yet capable of cutting wood with his bare hands. As Taro casually chopped the wood with his hand blade, he glanced at Aragon, who seemed to be lost in thought. Taro smiled and asked.

 "Did you figure something out?"

 "I am thinking, Master, why didn't you act at first, but then you did." Aragon answered honestly.

 "Did you figure out the answer?"

 "I did."

 "Then tell me."

 Aragon spoke slowly.

 "Master, when you asked me why I wanted to learn martial arts, at that time, I just thought that following you and learning martial arts was my only way out of the farm."

 "And now? Do you know why you practice martial arts?"

 Aragon said.

 "Master, I think my wish to practice martial arts… is to have the strength to protect the people and things I care about!" He stared intently at Taro.

 Taro smiled and patted Aragon on the head.

 "Hurry up and finish your own house. You want to sleep in mine and your Master's room?" After speaking, he walked into the hut, flipped his right palm, and with a "poof," a ball of blazing fire appeared in his palm.

 "Mmm!" Aragon responded loudly, feeling a surge of strength fill his body. He mimicked Taro's actions, and beside Taro's hut, he built a wooden structure as well. However, lacking the ability to drive wooden stakes into the ground with his palm, he ended up stacking wood like blocks. The structure was flimsy, and a gust of wind could cause it to collapse.

 Once the air inside the hut was heated by the fireball, flowing outward, Taro looked down and went outside to gather more wood, laying a wooden floor. At that moment, Fanfan and her daughter, who had gone to the forest to pick wild vegetables, returned.

 "I'll go get some meat. We're by the sea, so I'll find some seafood too." Taro said as he walked off.

 As night fell, the two wooden huts by the seaside lit up with fire. The family of three, along with one small disciple, ate, chatted, and the night passed peacefully.

 In the dark forest, shadowy figures flashed by.

 The next morning, Aragon was woken up early by his master, who took him on a morning run along the coastline. Without the burden of any baggage, Taro now had him carrying an incredibly heavy log while running… The waves crashed against his feet, and in the distance, the sky was beginning to turn pale with the first light of dawn.

 Aragon's coastal training life had begun. Every morning after the run, Taro would send him to practice martial arts on the rocky shore, facing the waves. As for the other extreme exercises—running with weight for kilometers, doing push-ups with a pile of wood on his back, ensuring not a single log rolled off—Aragon found them unbearable.

 Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

 "Splash!"

 Aragon had moved farther out into the sea, his training position now quite distant from the shore. Waves several meters high crashed over him, but he remained unmoving on the rocks, focusing on his punches. His upper body was bare, revealing well-defined, powerful muscles. The seawater and sweat ran down his body, displaying a kind of rugged beauty.

 "I wonder when Master will come up…" Aragon looked at the distant sea, mumbling to himself. Suddenly, a figure shot up from the water with a "bang" and hovered above the sea. Who else could it be but Taro?

 Taro exhaled, his face showing a hint of helplessness.

 Using seawater pressure to replace the gravity room was still too ineffective. Moreover… Taro clenched his fist. He could feel that his body's potential was almost reached. Over the past year, he had noticed that his progress in strength was slowing down more and more.

 Taro flew toward the shore.

 Aragon looked up at the sky and then jumped into the sea from the rocks, quickly swimming toward the shore.

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 That evening, Aragon sat in front of Taro.

 "Ki is a source of life hidden deep within everyone's body…"