Dragon Ball Human

Yamiru was sent flying by a palm strike.

He spun midair, desperately trying to regain control of his body. Just before his head hit the ground, he managed to push off the earth with one hand, flipping himself upside down and completing two full rotations. With another powerful push, he leaped up and landed smoothly.

"Phew—" Yamiru wiped the sweat from his brow and rubbed his aching elbow. "That was close!"

This was already the sixth day since Yamiru and the others had set off.

On the map, Delat's route, centered around Heil City, had almost been completed, nearing its end.

Over the past six days, Yamiru had learned various survival skills from Delat. During the journey and the rest periods at night, he also took the opportunity to ask the old monk for martial arts guidance.

However, the old monk's teachings weren't just about punches and kicks.

Most of the time, he preferred to teach through words. Yamiru could always sense a careful, cautious mood in the monk's steady attitude—was he worried that if he didn't teach well, not only would it harm Yamiru's foundation, but it might also cause the martial arts of Orin Temple to lose face in front of Son Goku, who was trained in the Turtle School?

...Of course, overall, Yamiru had gained a lot from the old monk's guidance over these five or six days.

The biggest gain was that, using the martial arts philosophy the old monk taught as a framework, Yamiru was finally able to internalize the battle experience he had gained during the grueling training with Jiora, making it truly his own.

For example, when an opponent throws a straight punch.

Under Jiora's intense training, Yamiru had developed some ways to respond after countless beatings, but once that high-pressure training was absent, these vague battle experiences might have faded away. It was only after the old monk's guidance that Yamiru truly understood how he should respond to a straight punch, why he should respond that way, and the reasoning behind it.

Thankfully, this so-called martial arts philosophy helped him truly absorb those battle experiences.

Yamiru was grateful to this elder of Krillin's lineage.

When he first arrived in the Dragon Ball world, he was just an amateur with no real battle skills. After Jiora's training, he was at best a brute force fighter. But now, he could perhaps be considered a barely qualified martial arts apprentice.

Additionally, Delat also taught him a number of simple grappling and fighting techniques.

Delat had never cared for the so-called martial arts. While the old monk was concerned about Yamiru possibly joining the Turtle School, Delat was indifferent. If he wanted to teach, he would teach, and he'd teach however he pleased.

Now, after six days, Yamiru felt that if the post-Jiora training version of himself could easily defeat his pre-crossing self in ten moves, now, with just a feint and a quick, decisive grapple, he could have that former version of himself crying for mercy.

"You've made quick progress," the old monk said, impressed.

In front of Yamiru stood the old monk from Orin Temple, who had just sent him flying with a single palm strike. However, Yamiru did not fall but instead cleverly used his palm to push off the ground, flipping into an upright position with remarkable agility. This outcome had caught the old monk off guard.

"Your reflexes are becoming smoother," the old monk praised. "For a beginner at Orin Temple, it would take at least two to three years of hard work to make such progress."

Yamiru patted his hands and laughed heartily, "Is it really that exaggerated? Don't try to trick me, old monk." Am I really that impressive?

"Alright, no more flattery. Let's keep moving," Delat called from the front, pointing to the map. "There's only the last small forest left. It's the largest forest park in Heil City. Once we pass through that, we'll be right at the city. That's when we'll wrap things up."

"Finally, we're almost there," Yamiru sighed. He wasn't sure what level of sighing was expected in novels, but he figured a dramatic sigh was fitting.

Delat was the first to enter the last stretch of forest, the outer edge of Heil City's Heil Forest Park, which led to their destination.

The other two followed at a relaxed pace.

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For the past few days, the Red Ribbon Army had been trailing Yamiru and his companions from a distance.

However, the three were proving to be incredibly hard to follow!

They often walked for an entire day without stopping, as though their stamina was endless. The soldiers of the Red Ribbon Army couldn't help but feel like these three weren't humans, but some kind of beasts.

"These guys could even be high-ranking officers in our army! If that damn rabbit didn't have that weird superpower, it would've been impossible to catch up with them!"

The leader of the Red Ribbon Army cursed, out of breath.

The Red Ribbon Army had initially thought they'd find an opportunity to capture these three and take them back to the Northern Red Ribbon Army base, but they had been unable to find a chance. Every night, when it came time to set up camp, the three would disappear without a trace, and by the morning, when the world revived, they'd emerge again as though they had never disappeared.

Even so, the Red Ribbon Army came very close to losing them entirely.

To track these three, the soldiers of the Red Ribbon Army had gotten lost multiple times in the forests. They went hungry, thirsty, rolled down hills, and were chased by wild beasts. A few times, they even considered giving up—after all, that rabbit was dead, so the mission could be abandoned. But their leader was unwilling to accept failure and led his men in circles, growing more miserable with each passing moment. Anger and frustration were building.

"Three more days. If we don't catch them alive, we'll bring back their corpses…"

On a helicopter of the Red Ribbon Army, the leader gripped the communicator, listening to the orders from his superior on the other end.

"Understood!" he responded, then cut off the communication and muttered bitterly to himself, "We're almost at Heil City. If we can't catch them by then, we'll just blow them all up…"

At that moment, one of his subordinates rushed over and reported, "Sir, they've entered the forest up ahead! They're in Heil City now."

"Follow them!" The leader of the Red Ribbon Army ordered decisively.

The group immediately entered the outer edges of Heil Forest Park.

Half an hour later...

"Report, sir, we've lost them..."

"What? Useless!"

The leader of the Red Ribbon Army cursed at his subordinates as they trudged through the forest. After days of exhausting pursuit, his feet were sore, making him irritable. This was all despite the fact that they were traveling light, with most of their equipment stored in the capsule.

"Report, the small reconnaissance drone still can't find any sign of them..."

"Useless! Useless! All of you are useless!"

The leader of the Red Ribbon Army cursed his subordinates even more, utterly baffled. "Those three had always disappeared for a short while before reappearing, so why had they now vanished completely? Damn it! If only i had decided to blast them when they passed that location earlier!" But that kind of position and timing had been rare, and now it was too late for regrets.

"Keep searching!"

Deep within the dense and vast forest park, hidden among the towering ancient trees with thick branches, three figures—one strong, one young, and one bent—were carefully concealed.

Delat parted the branches and whispered, "That's them."

Golden light flickered in Yamiru's eyes as he said in surprise, "So, it's the Red Ribbon Army that's been trailing us these past few days?"

"Amid Buddha's light," the old monk frowned, "Yamiru, you've heard of the Red Ribbon Army?" Knowing that Yamiru came from the southern continent, where the Red Ribbon Army usually didn't operate, this puzzled him.

Yamiru explained the situation briefly, mentioning the conflict at the Superpower Academy and how Blue had been recruited by the Red Ribbon Army's forces.

Delat scoffed after hearing this. "Those terrorists, they all deserve to die! Anyone who willingly joins the Red Ribbon Army isn't a good person. Yamiru, next time you run into that Brule, don't hesitate, don't hold back, just kill him on the spot."

"Mm."

"Then, let's deal with the ones below first. The three in the middle, the strongest ones with submachine guns, are mine. Old monk, what about you?"

"I'll handle the four on the left."

"Then I'll take the ones on the right."

"Alright, watch for my signal. One, two, three..."

The three of them descended from the trees like agile monkeys.

Yamiru, alone on the right side of the forest, rushed forward, while Delat and the old monk moved through the left side.

One.

Delat crouched and moved quickly, raising a finger.

Silently, the three of them moved through the forest, closing in on the Red Ribbon Army troops walking along the path in search of them.

Two.

Delat raised a second finger, then drew a handgun from behind his waist. He had bought it earlier in a small town. Dragon Ball Earth didn't strictly prohibit the circulation of firearms.

The old monk's stance suddenly shifted. Yamiru, across the woods, caught the change with his sharp senses and felt his vision sharpen, as if he could see more than before.

Three!

Delat made a cutting motion with three fingers in the air, then grabbed a stone from the ground and hurled it toward the left front of the Red Ribbon Army troops.

"Bang!"

The stone hit the ground, and the Red Ribbon Army soldiers immediately noticed.

"What was that?"

"A stone?"

"Someone's here!" "It's them!"

"We've been spotted!"

As the attention of the Red Ribbon Army soldiers shifted to the left, drawn by the stone Delat threw, Yamiru, who had been hiding on the right, pounced like a small leopard. In a few swift steps, he closed in on the soldiers on the right side and took them down with quick, precise moves, using the sharp, efficient techniques he had learned from Jiora's training.

"Boom!"

One soldier, realizing the attack, panicked and fired a shot. "Over here!"

Delat sprang into action, but the old monk was already ahead of him, dashing out like the wind. Delat barely had time to react.

The old monk's movement was far more efficient than when he had been teaching Yamiru. There was no hesitation—one swift move and the four soldiers he had targeted were already on the ground.

"Don't move!" The remaining Red Ribbon Army soldiers in the center raised their guns in a panic.

A few muffled gunshots rang out.

The soldiers who had aimed their weapons at the old monk and Yamiru were soon on the ground, clutching their shoulders in agony.

Delat stepped out from the woods, holding a silenced pistol, and pointed it at the last standing leader of the Red Ribbon Army. "Don't move. Drop your gun and slowly kneel down."

The man seemed momentarily stunned.

Yamiru crept up behind him, leapt into the air, and delivered a flying kick to the man's wrist, sending his gun flying.

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