Dragon Ball Roshi

This is a beautiful place, where the sky is a stunning teal green. Three stars of varying sizes hang high in the sky, ensuring that there is never night here. Everywhere you look, islands and lands of all sizes are covered in vibrant green. Beyond them lies an equally green ocean, surrounding each landmass, teeming with countless creatures.

 Green, the color of life.

 It is the color of Namek, and the color of the Namekian people.

 Though the terrain here is mostly plateaus and hills, there is a special kind of tree that grows everywhere. In the local language, these trees are called "Hope." They cover every corner of Namek, embracing the planet like a gentle mother cradling her injured child.

 It is hope that saved this once-battered world, saved Namek, and saved the Namekian people.

 "Namek," in the local language, signifies freedom, hope, courage, strength, purity, and other positive ideals. It is the ultimate representation of all good things and the home of every Namekian's heart.

 Today, Namek remains peaceful.

 On a plateau in the east, suddenly a man's figure appeared. He looked like an old man, with white hair at his temples and many wrinkles on his face. Seven colorful birds stood on his shoulders, arranged in two rows. They followed the man as he appeared, curiously turning their little heads, looking around.

 Despite his advanced age, the man's eyes were unusually bright.

 Not in the way of a youthful vigor, but in a way that seemed to hold a flame deep within, one that never extinguished. This flame was not intense but radiated light continuously.

 Taro closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

 "Namek..." he whispered, as though speaking in a dream. Then he opened his eyes again, returning to his usual calm demeanor.

"It's similar to Piccolo's energy."

 Soon, in his perception, groups of unique energies from Namek appeared. Taro knew these were the Namekians living on the planet.

 The energy of a group of Namekians to the west was the closest. Taro lifted off the ground, slowly rising into the air and flying against the wind toward their location.

 Whoosh—

 In the blink of an eye, he had traveled far.

 Before long, the distinctive Namekian-style buildings appeared on the ground. Taro immediately noticed many individuals resembling Piccolo, working together. They were tall and short, fat and thin, young and old... but due to their racial nature, there was no distinction between male and female.

 Elder Dike was watching his people watering the seedlings in the field when suddenly he felt something. He turned his head to look at the sky—

 He saw a person flying toward them. With a slight sense of his surroundings, Elder Dike noticed that this person's energy was weak and unfamiliar. He was definitely not a Namekian.

 Thud.

 A stranger descended from the sky and landed on the ground. To everyone's surprise, it was an elderly man, and what was even more peculiar was that seven colorful birds were perched on his shoulders.

 Who was he? The Namekians working in the fields, resting nearby, drinking water, and those inside their homes all looked over. However, no one spoke. At this moment, it was customary for the elder to speak first.

 Sure enough, Elder Dike walked over to Taro and asked.

 "Traveler, who are you?"

 Taro met the gaze of this Namekian tribe elder. Upon seeing his gentle yet serious eyes, Taro smiled faintly, trying to soften his tone.

 "You must be the elder of this tribe. Greetings. I am Taro, a traveler from the distant North Galaxy, from Earth."

 He gave a slight bow, a gesture of respect.

 Elder Dike remained composed.

 "A visitor from Earth, I can sense that your energy is calm and that you are no threat. Why have you come to Namek?"

 Taro replied.

 "I have come for the Dragon Balls."

 Elder Dike was taken aback.

 "How do you know of the Dragon Balls?" The Namekians in the tribe, who had gathered behind him, exchanged puzzled looks. The Dragon Balls were a very special treasure even among their people, guarded by the elders of six different tribes.

 Taro explained.

 "There is a Namekian on Earth, and he created Dragon Balls similar to those here. However, I was unable to fulfill my wish on Earth, so I have come to the homeland of the Dragon Balls."

 Elder Dike was even more surprised, looking toward the other members of the tribe, hesitating as he spoke.

 "A Namekian on Earth? I didn't know about this…" He frowned in thought, and Taro waited patiently, not pressuring him.

 Suddenly, an ancient voice echoed in Elder Dike's mind:

 "Dike, along with the other elders… what this Earthling says is true. The Namekian on Earth may be one of our people who fled during the planetary upheaval long ago. He has come here through the North Galaxy's King Kai to fulfill his wish. Do not make things difficult for him. After testing him, you may grant him the Dragon Balls…"

 "G-Great Elder…" Elder Dike gasped in surprise, his voice trembling. The other Namekians were also astonished, unable to believe that the revered Great Elder had spoken.

 Taro observed everything carefully. Although he hadn't heard the Great Elder's words, he had his suspicions, thinking to himself.

 "Could the Great Elder have foreseen my arrival? These Namekians are always so full of strange abilities..."

 "I understand, Great Elder. We will do as you say."

 Elder Dike paused for a moment and then said to Taro.

 "If you wish to obtain the Dragon Balls of Namek, you must pass our test."

 Taro nodded eagerly.

 "Of course. But what kind of test is it?"

 Elder Dike asked.

 "It's simple: thought and strength. These are the two things we Namekians value most. So, first, I'll ask you: what wish will you make once you have the Dragon Balls?"

 Taro answered.

 "I have many flaws within me, and I seek the help of the Dragon Balls to resolve them."

 "Flaws?"

 "I pursue a stronger martial way, but my body's potential has been drained by the Elixir of Immortality. I cannot accept this…"

 Elder Dike nodded. As a martial artist, it was indeed a great regret to be unable to grow stronger.

 "And… - Taro's dark eyes turned crimson as he activated his Sharingan, revealing the three-tomoe pattern." My eyes have undergone a mutation due to an accident. While they grant me various special abilities, they are also gradually sealing away the light from my vision.

 Elder Dike furrowed his brow.

 "Your eyes give me an… ominous feeling. I don't like this at all." If not for the Great Elder's earlier instructions, he would have likely asked Taro to leave just based on the unsettling aura of his eyes.

 Taro shook his head. He had nothing to say in response, for the elder's words were true.

 The Sharingan was a special eye of the Uchiha clan, born from the intense love and pain of losing a loved one. It was known in the ninja world as the "Cursed Eye," and the Uchiha clan's reputation was often tied to this, earning them titles like "the clan ruled by hatred."

 Elder Dike sighed.

 "Even so… your wish is not to harm others, nor is it for selfish desires like eternal immortality. I accept that." After a brief pause, he continued. "As for the other aspect, strength… You will need to defeat our tribe's strongest warrior in order to be allowed to take the Dragon Balls."

 As he spoke, a young, muscular Namekian turned and entered a house. He soon emerged, holding a massive, orange-colored six-star Dragon Ball—exactly the great Dragon Ball of Namek.

 "This is Bobo, the strongest warrior of our tribe." Elder Dike said, pointing to the Namekian holding the Dragon Ball. Bobo held the great Dragon Ball with a solemn expression and nodded at Taro.

 Bobo?

 Taro was slightly surprised and also bowed respectfully to him.

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