Dragon Ball Roshi

The small stone sealing the giant egg of the second-generation demon floated gently into Taro's palm.

"Grandmaster, this…"

The Muten School disciple was speechless. While Taro's earlier technique, the Dragon claw, was still within the realm of martial arts and ki techniques he could comprehend, the method Taro had just displayed—shrinking a giant egg into a tiny stone—completely surpassed his understanding of what martial arts, ki, or even human power could achieve.

He glanced at the crimson bird standing nearby. It had a noble and spirited presence, radiating an almost otherworldly intelligence. Every so often, it would glance at the small stone in Taro's hand, as if harboring some mischievous intent.

The Phoenix noticed the disciple observing it. Spreading its wings slightly, it hadn't even made a move before the disciple was startled, recalling how just moments ago, even the fearsome Piccolo, a being whom no one dared oppose, had been effortlessly destroyed by this divine creature following their Grandmaster. The thought sent a shiver down his spine.

He mused on the sheer strength required to command such a mythical being. Just how powerful must their Grandmaster be?

The disciple's gaze turned to Taro, now filled with reverence and awe.

To him, Taro was a legendary figure—his master Aragon's master, the first-generation founder of the Muten School, and the senior disciple of the Grandmaster Mutaito, who had defeated Piccolo a century ago. Like many others, he had only heard of Taro through occasional mentions by senior disciples and had never seen him in person at the dojo. The only universally acknowledged feat associated with their Grandmaster was the broken mountain ruins behind the sect.

A single palm strike had obliterated an entire mountain.

In the past, he had dismissed it as an exaggeration and even secretly laughed with his peers, thinking their master was glorifying his own teacher too much. Was it even possible for human strength to level a mountain? The idea seemed absurd.

But today, witnessing Taro bring a divine bird and effortlessly eliminate the two demons that had destroyed their sect and temple gates, the disciple began to think… perhaps leveling a mountain with a single strike wasn't so far-fetched after all.

"What's your name?" Taro's voice interrupted the disciple's chaotic thoughts. Startled, he quickly snapped out of his reverie and saw the middle-aged figure of his Grandmaster looking back at him. Bowing respectfully, he answered, "Disciple Nanka…"

"Very well, Nanka. Take this back with you for now." Taro tossed him the small stone.

Nanka caught the stone clumsily, his heart racing. He knew full well what it contained: the giant egg expelled by Piccolo. Was the Grandmaster not afraid he might mess this up? Where was he even supposed to store it back at the dojo?

Back at the dojo…

Nanka's nose twitched, tears welling up as he cradled the stone in his hands. His reddened eyes turned to Taro. "But Grandmaster, where can I return to? I'm an orphan. The Muten School Dojo was my home, and now… the demons have destroyed it, killed my family… Where do I go now?"

Taro sighed softly, gazing at the disciple's confused and sorrowful eyes. Nanka had been fleeing in panic for so long that he was utterly disheveled. His white Muten School uniform was torn and stained. Taro reached out, tidying his clothes and ruffling his hair gently. "It'll be alright, child. Trust me. Go back for now. I promise… once I've wiped out those demons and monsters, I'll bring everyone in the Muten School back to life."

Taro gestured to the Phoenix beside him. "Come here, bird. Take him back."

"Revive… Is that even possible?" Nanka murmured, his voice trembling. Suddenly, a shiver ran through him, and he raised his head abruptly. "Grandmaster, are you saying… there are other demons wreaking havoc?!"

The disciple's eyes widened in terror. The monsters that destroyed the Muten School were already nightmarish. He couldn't fathom that such fearsome creatures were part of a larger group.

"There are a few…" Taro narrowed his eyes, looking toward the distant horizon. "It's time to… take out the trash."

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"Come out, you demons!"

A thunderous shout echoed through the sky, reaching the ruins of the royal capital. The survivors hiding in dark corners of the rubble looked at each other, their pale faces filled with doubt and fear.

"Who is it?"

"Who dares to challenge those terrifying demons?"

"Could it be a warrior come to defeat them?"

"Don't be ridiculous! No one could possibly defeat those monsters!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" warned a stern-looking man leading the group of huddled survivors. "If we're discovered, we're dead!"

"Damn it! Are we supposed to hide here forever?" someone growled, punching the wall in frustration.

"Food and water won't last much longer…" muttered another, their eyes vacant, sitting hopelessly in a corner.

"If only… someone could get rid of those two demon kings," rasped a man in tattered, dirt-streaked clothes, his bloodshot eyes filled with hatred. "My family was crushed under a building right in front of me! I couldn't even recover their bodies… all because of those monsters!"

"Everyone hates them, but what can we do? Those demons power is beyond anything we can fight," sighed a man in a filthy, torn white shirt and glasses. "Even the royal palace is in ruins. The king's army and our weapons… none of it worked against them."

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"So, you're that human from back then? It's been so many years… yet you haven't aged?" The Black Demon King flew out from the shattered royal palace and hovered in the air, smirking coldly at Mitsurugi, who floated calmly across from him. His eyes gleamed with malice.

"Where's the other one?" Mitsurugi hovered silently, a golden halo glowing above his head as he stared at the Black Demon King with cold indifference.

At that moment, the Red Demon Queen arrived, flying from another direction. Her features were sinister yet striking, and her eyes scanned Mitsurugi up and down with disdain. "You're not that human from before! And yet you dare to stand before me?"

"No need for idle chatter. Prepare to die!"

Mitsurugi shook his head. Seeing the two leaders of the demon race before him, he had no interest in further words. His ki erupted, and he launched his attack. With a power level of 47,000, centuries of training in the Heaven, and countless battles with masters on the Grand Kai's planet, Mitsurugi's skill was unmatched. From the first move, he seized the upper hand.

Despite their training in the Demonic River of Black Blood, the Red and Black Demons were utterly suppressed. Even working together, they were overwhelmed by Mitsurugi's ferocity and struggled to retaliate.

However…

"Whoosh—" A stray wave of energy from Mitsurugi's attack was redirected by the two demons, crashing into a corner of the ruined royal capital. The explosion sent debris flying, and faint screams echoed amidst the destruction.

All three combatants froze for a moment, sensing the disappearance of dozens of life signatures in the aftermath.

The remaining survivors, cowering in other corners of the ruins, were terrified. The deafening booms and thunderous sounds from the battle above made their hearts race. Was someone truly challenging the demon kings?

Far away, in the Otherworld, Baba and her companions watched the scene unfold through a crystal ball. The former Guardian of Earth, Garga, frowned deeply. "This is bad. Mitsurugi must shift the battlefield immediately…"

Mitsurugi clenched his teeth, glaring at the two demons.

"Heh…" The Black Demon King wiped purple blood from the corner of his mouth, smirking coldly. "You're strong, but you're still human. What's wrong? Hesitating to attack now? After all, there are plenty of humans left down below."

The Red Demon Queen sneered, her expression darkening as a thought struck her. Hmm? Some of our warriors have been killed? Who could it be? This time… it must be you, human! The memory of being defeated by a human filled her with endless humiliation and hatred.

"Demons… truly despicable and shameless creatures!" Mitsurugi sneered disdainfully.

But inwardly, he was troubled. Why can't I kill them with a single strike? I've been trying to lure them away from here, but they're not taking the bait… Damn it!

'Judging by their expressions, they seem completely fearless. Could it be… they're counting on the humans below to tie my hands?'

A sense of foreboding rose in Mitsurugi's heart.

No matter!

He tilted his head back and roared, "Earth's Guardian!!"

"You mentioned there's something on Earth that can revive everyone, didn't you?! No excuses! If resurrection is possible… then I'll fight with everything I have!!"

Mitsurugi's thunderous voice echoed across the ruins of the royal capital. In the scattered corners where survivors hid, they stared at one another in disbelief.

"What… does that mean?"

Soon, they understood.

"Who is he talking to? Resurrection? What does that even mean…" The Black Demon King and Red Demon Queen both furrowed their brows in confusion. Before they could ponder further, Mitsurugi unleashed his full power, throwing a devastating punch.

The sheer force of the attack was awe-inspiring, his energy condensed entirely into the strike. With his power level of 47,000, Mitsurugi's energy surged like a raging storm, shaking the heavens above the ruined city. As the punch advanced, the turbulent winds it created scattered violently in all directions like the aftermath of a massive typhoon.

"Ahh!"

"What's happening?!"

"Wasn't he here to save us?!"

"Hah! What warrior? He's working with the demons to kill us all!"

Hiding in the rubble, some survivors despaired as the violent winds wreaked havoc. A few unlucky ones were swept away, smashed into the remnants of walls, their lives ending in bloodied heaps.

"Sigh…" In the temple, Kami frowned deeply, his expression filled with sorrow. "Resolve this quickly…"

Facing the seemingly unstoppable punch, the Black Demon King grinned and muttered, "Red Demon, it seems… we'll have to show our true strength now."

The Red Demon Queen scoffed coldly.

The punch, blazing through the sky like a meteor, barreled toward the two demon rulers. As it approached, their figures began to merge.

"So it's true! I had a bad feeling about these demons' identical auras…" On Korin's Tower, the feline sage leaned over a water basin, observing the battle from afar. Korin's sharp senses immediately noticed the two demons' merging forms. A worried sigh escaped his lips.

His thoughts turned to Taro.

"The moment Piccolo's energy disappeared, Taro must have confronted him and eliminated the threat. But the Guardian's energy remains…" Korin muttered, his brows furrowed. "Regardless, if Piccolo is dead, Taro should act quickly. That man won't hold out much longer against the two demon rulers…"

"There are still hundreds of demons wreaking havoc across the Earth. Every second more lives are lost. But there's no other way—the leaders must be dealt with first…"

With a wave of his staff over the water, the image shifted, now showing Taro's location. Korin's eyes widened as he stared at the scene within the basin.

"This is…"

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"Grandmaster…" muttered the Muten School disciple, Nanka, gazing up at Taro as he ascended into the sky.

"Caw—" Beside him, the Phoenix spread its wings and let out a resonant cry.

Taro surged into the clouds, ascending high above. His eyes abruptly transformed, their pupils taking on the ripple-patterned shape of the Nine Tomoe Rinnegan. Crossing his legs, he sat in the air, calm and composed, his eyes slowly closing.

His body quivered slightly—

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

Hundreds of white silhouettes emerged from his form, streaking across the sky in beams of light, scattering in all directions.

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