Broly’s Multiversal Foodie Adventure

After eating and drinking their fill, everyone started learning how to make shoes. Broly was also learning.

But his craftsmanship was rather poor. The vines and fur in his hands always ended up as a ball-shaped mess.

"You could probably still wear it if you stuffed your foot in."

Kurome commented on the shoes he had made.

Broly tried it, and it did fit. But he was probably the only one who could wear such round, tumbleweed-like shoes and still move around freely.

"Do you need help?"

Looking at the tumbleweed shoes on Broly's feet, even the youngest child couldn't bring themselves to say they needed his help.

"Broly, I think it's better if we make our own shoes."

"Alright, let me know if you need help."

Broly was a bit disappointed. Maybe he shouldn't have finished his shoes so quickly.

"Do you need help?"

Cornelia, sensing that he just wanted something to do, said, "Broly, could you help scrape some vine bark?"

Everyone was still getting the hang of making shoes, and if they made a mistake with the vine bark, they'd have to start over with new materials.

"Sure."

Broly picked up a small knife and started scraping the vine bark. This group activity reminded him of playing cat's cradle. Even just helping out made him feel a bit happy.

After his brief experience as a schoolboy in the world of Fate, Broly occasionally felt a sense of loneliness on Planet Vampa.

Though he rarely showed it, the feeling was there, and now it manifested in his desire to be more involved in group activities.

So, he scraped a lot of vine bark, but only a small portion was actually used. The rest ended up as firewood.

---

"You were defeated by a bunch of wild children bought for screening? Am I hearing this correctly?"

"Lord Nishinomya, there's one among them who's incredibly strong, with monstrous power..."

"Stop. I'm not interested in how you were defeated. All I know is that Minister Onest ordered you to form an assassination unit.

And I've already provided the people, money, and supplies you needed to carry out that order. But you've brought me bad news."

"My lack of strength led to this failure. I beg for your forgiveness, Lord Nishinomya, but I still hope to receive some support to wash away this disgrace."

"Gouzai, you were once one of the Four Rakshasa Demons. If even you couldn't handle this person, what good would ordinary support do?"

"If possible, I would like to ask you to request additional support from Minister Onest, perhaps from the other Rakshasa Demons."

Gouzai said, a bandage wrapped around his forehead.

"Gouzai, if you had said that rebel forces attacked you and hindered the formation of the assassination unit, I would have immediately mobilized local troops to support you. But you're telling me it was because of a child you bought?"

"That child is a monster. His strength is terrifying. I swear it on my life."

"Fine, let's say you're telling the truth. But what is his identity? Is he a rebel?"

"No."

"If he's not a rebel, then how dare you ask me to seek support for you? It's one thing for you to lose face, but don't drag me down with you in front of Minister Onest.

Right now, the Empire needs people everywhere. The current Four Rakshasa Demons are responsible for the Minister's personal security.

So, no one has time to help you regain the face you lost to a child. Do you understand?"

"But that monster took the children we were screening for the assassination unit."

"The Empire doesn't tolerate incompetence. I don't want to hear your complaints about difficulties. Overcome them yourself. To me, results are all that matter. Similarly, Minister Onest only cares about the successful formation of the assassination unit."

After being kicked out of the palace, Gouzai's expression was grim. If he had the ability to overcome this difficulty alone, why would he have come here to beg for help?

"That guy probably thinks we're just here to make money."

Bill said.

"A miser who only cares about money."

Gouzai cursed.

"Forget it. This is the Empire. The harder you work, the more you lose."

"What are you going to do?"

"I plan to use death row inmates for drug enhancement experiments and hypnotic control. What about you? Are you still planning to go after that monster?"

Gouzai fell silent. His Imperial Arm had broken without even scratching the kid. What could he do even if he went back? He sighed.

"I'll do the same as you. Train the six kids we have for now. If the higher-ups don't care, why should I?"

"You'll die if you can't complete the mission."

Bill reminded him.

"It's just a worthless life anyway."

As an assassin, Gouzai knew the fate of assassins. Dying of old age in turbulent times was almost impossible. Dying on a mission was the reality.

Fortunately, training assassins took time. No matter how much he slacked off, he'd still have a few years of peace. He'd figure it out then.

As for that little monster who humiliated him, if the Empire wasn't worried, why should he be?

Once he decided to slack off, the world seemed much brighter.

A once-feared assassin, after encountering a monster and being ignored by his superiors, had become a slacker.

[My strength isn't top-tier, but it's still first-rate. If even I can't harm that monster, what will happen if he grows up? What if the rebels recruit him? Hah...]

Gouzai thought, then turned to the bald man beside him. "Want to go for a drink?"

"No time. You're injured. Don't drink too much."

The bald man, Bill, said and walked away.

---

After making the vine shoes, the journey became much easier. But perhaps because they wanted to exit the forest from a different direction than where they had entered, the group ended up walking along the path Broly had blasted through the Gifunora Sea Tree Forest for three days before reaching the edge.

This was the western border of the Empire, near the Western Kingdom, separated by a dangerous mangrove swamp.

The brown-skinned girl, upon seeing the mangrove swamp, looked pleasantly surprised. "This is Rivalina's homeland. I used to live in a place like this."

She had been captured by slavers. She never expected that by following the group through the forest, she would return to a familiar place.

Of course, this wasn't her home yet, but with this reference point, she now knew the direction to her home.

"My father said that the mangroves connect to a giant tree forest in the north. That forest is filled with terrifying dangerous beasts, and we were told not to go near it. If this is the giant tree forest, then Rivalina's home should be further south."

Seeing the girl's excitement, Broly said, "Then let's head further south."

"Yeah!"

The children cheered in agreement. These days of travel had helped the temporary group bond, and they all respected Broly as their leader.

"Idiots, you're going the wrong way. That's east."

With Tsukushi's reminder, the group of misled children turned back.

"Let's try again. We're heading south this time."

A bit embarrassed, Broly shouted again.

This time, they got the direction right.