Dragon Ball Human

The Flying Nimbus can discern the purity of one's heart.

A martial artist, through sensing another's ki, can distinguish good from evil.

When Master Roshi arrived at the secluded home of his eldest disciple, Son Gohan, in Mount Paozu, he sensed it even before stepping through the door. Amid the rustic little house, there was a faint yet impeccably pure ki emanating within. Back in the day, Master Roshi had ridden the Nimbus himself, and his countless experiences with the magic — from demons and spirits to gods and immortals — had left him attuned to such energies.

At the doorway, the reflection of a little boy rubbing his eyes gleamed in the old master's sunglasses.

The child exuded an unearthly aura.

For someone like Master Roshi, whose martial arts mastery bordered on the divine, the clean, untarnished energy surrounding Son Goku was impossible to ignore. Just looking at him evoked a sense of fondness and closeness.

"Oh my, you must be the child Son Gohan mentioned in his letter — the one who fell from the sky and was taken in by him? Your name is... Son Goku, right?" Roshi's voice was light and cheerful.

Son Goku blinked at the strange old man, seemingly processing the lengthy sentence. After a moment, he nodded and said, "Grandpa, do you know my grandpa? Oh! The Flying Nimbus!"

Goku's attention shifted past Master Roshi to the floating Nimbus behind him, atop which were several large bundles.

Delighted, Goku ran up to the Nimbus and hugged it, laughing and rubbing against its soft surface. The Nimbus seemed to reciprocate the boy's affection, its fluffy form rippling playfully in response.

Master Roshi watched for a moment before asking, "Child, where's your grandfather?"

Sitting atop the Nimbus, Goku tried to lift one of the heavy bundles but found it difficult to budge. Without concern, he replied, "He's probably training in the mountains. He does that every day. Grandpa, what's this? It's so heavy!"

Master Roshi nodded knowingly. Watching Goku struggle to lift the bundle, he chuckled. "Heh, don't bother trying. You're too young to move it."

But before the words left his mouth, Goku let out a grunt and, with sheer force, managed to push the entire stack of four weighted turtle shells off the Nimbus. The bundles crashed onto the ground with a heavy thud.

Master Roshi was momentarily stunned. While he could sense the general strength of one's ki, Goku's level was so faint that it was impossible to gauge his raw physical power. And yet, the boy had just achieved something astonishing.

As the old man and the young boy lingered at the doorstep, Son Gohan and Yamiru returned from their training.

This morning, they had skipped their usual milk deliveries, expecting that the Nimbus might bring back the turtle shells. Instead, they opted for a light training session in the mountains.

What they didn't anticipate was finding Master Roshi already waiting at their home.

"Ah, Master Roshi! What brings you here personally?" Son Gohan hurried forward, clasping his hands together in respect as he bowed deeply.

Seeing his master bow, Yamiru immediately followed suit, paying his respects as well.

"Master Roshi," Yamiru said, clasping his hands and bowing, "it's an honor."

Roshi tapped his wooden staff lightly, signaling them to dispense with formalities. "No need for all that. I was curious how you managed to summon the Nimbus. When I got here, it all made sense — this boy, Goku, must've been the one to call it, just like you mentioned in your letter."

Son Gohan chuckled and nodded. He beckoned Goku over, introducing him. "Goku, this is Master Roshi."

"Grandpa Roshi!" Goku greeted enthusiastically, floating over on the Nimbus.

"This is Yamiru, the new disciple I mentioned in my letter," Son Gohan introduced Yamiru to Master Roshi. "You should have met him before."

"Ah, so it's you..." Master Roshi recognized Yamiru immediately. "I remember now. I saw you at the entrance of the World Martial Arts Tournament over two years ago."

Yamiru smiled. "It's been a long time."

His gaze briefly shifted to the necklace hanging from Master Roshi's neck—the Three-Star Dragon Ball.

For a fleeting moment, an image of Shenron soaring into the sky flashed through Yamiru's mind. "Have I seen Shenron since arriving in the Dragon Ball world?" The thought came and went as quickly as it appeared.

"Yamiru, is it?" Master Roshi studied him carefully, his tone suddenly serious. "You've changed a lot. If it were the you from two years ago, I would've questioned Gohan's judgment for taking you as a disciple. But now... you've undergone a complete transformation. Excellent. Truly excellent."

The legendary God of Martial Arts had praised Yamiru twice in succession.

While Yamiru's current potential was indeed remarkable, Master Roshi's praise also stemmed from astonishment at the drastic changes he had undergone.

"He's endured a lot," Son Gohan said with a sigh.

"Oh?" Master Roshi's curiosity was piqued.

Seeing his master's interest, Son Gohan motioned for Yamiru to take Goku aside to play, then sat down with Roshi on the small bench in front of the house. He briefly recounted Yamiru's experiences over the past two years — his encounters with the Red Ribbon Army, narrowly escaping death at the hands of Shen and his brother, and finally arriving at Mount Paozu to become his disciple.

"The Red Ribbon Army..." Master Roshi murmured in disbelief. "That kid managed to escape from the clutches of such a terrifying organization?"

Son Gohan smiled. "His eyes possess a mysterious power. During a life-or-death moment, he managed to summon the Flying Nimbus to save himself. But after that, he fell gravely ill and nearly died. Oddly enough, he's only been able to call the Nimbus that one time and can't ride it anymore."

"That's not so strange. I used to be able to ride it myself," Master Roshi said casually, though he quickly realized he might have revealed too much. This wasn't exactly a secret, but it wasn't something he often admitted.

Sure enough, Son Gohan asked, "Master, how did you get here? Did you ride the Phoenix?"

Roshi smirked with a hint of pride. "Nope! Since you've been using the Nimbus for deliveries, I thought of another method: I rode on the Nimbus' packages instead. As long as I don't make direct contact with the Nimbus, I don't fall off. You should try it sometime, Gohan."

"That's... a creative use of it," Son Gohan said, surprised.

"But..." Master Roshi's tone turned serious again as his sunglasses reflected the scene of Yamiru easily catching Goku's punches with his palms. "This boy managed to escape my junior(Shen)... and even Tao Pai Pai. Lately, Tao's name as the world's greatest assassin has been spreading far and wide. Both are incredibly dangerous figures."

"Come on, try again," Yamiru said with a light laugh, catching Goku's small fists effortlessly. Even without activating his special eye technique, he could easily block each punch, his demeanor bright and confident. The two elderly men watched the interaction in silence.

"That's why I said this child has endured many hardships," Son Gohan said softly. "The first time I saw him... it was heartbreaking."

Master Roshi remained silent.

The training equipment for the next stage of Yamiru's journey had been personally delivered by Master Roshi, but he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he stayed at Mount Paozu for a few days.

With a heavy turtle shell strapped to his back, Yamiru threw himself into his daily training once more.

Turtle Shell Weight: 20 kilograms.

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