Dragon Ball Human

Chapter 394: Chapter 394: Some Unspoken Thing. That's All.



In the blink of an eye, Yamiru traversed thousands of miles. Korin Tower came into view, and within moments, he floated into its hall. 

The white cat, now clutching a wooden staff, dozed by the water pool, whiskers twitching as its head bobbed slightly. Mr. Popo had already returned to the Sacred Temple—evidently, the cat had completed its training and been promoted to Cat Sage. 

Pop! A bubble of drool burst as Korin jolted awake, rubbing its eyes before noticing the figure standing on the railing. Silhouetted against the light, the flowing white robes, the glowing "Kami" emblem, and the animal mask's eyes seemed unnaturally bright. 

"Gah!" Korin scrambled up, sweating nervously. "W-what brings you here...?" 

Yamiru casually sat on the railing, the howling winds of the abyss at his back. 

"You're still alive?" he mused, stroking his masked chin. 

Korin broke into a sweat—though, to be fair, even with its honorary "Lookout Gatekeeper" title, that position shouldn't have granted any life-extending benefits. 

"It was... the Ultra Divine Water," it confessed. 

Now that surprised Yamiru. 

Turns out, during its training with Mr. Popo, Korin had accidentally drunk from the God-marked flask at the pool's summit—the very same Ultra Divine Water Yamiru had created as a byproduct of his Kaioken experiments. 

Frankly, if not for its use in cultivating Senzu Beans, Yamiru would've destroyed the stuff long ago. While it could unlock latent potential, its extreme toxicity made it lethal to most. 

The logic was simple: 

Why did Yamiru know it was poisonous? That it could awaken potential? That ordinary beings couldn't handle it? 

Because he'd drunk it himself during initial testing. 

And died. 

Luckily, being already deceased (thanks to his halo), he'd just suffered briefly before reviving. 

"So, drinking the Ultra Divine Water accidentally granted you extended longevity..." Yamiru said meaningfully. 

He wasn't jealous—just suddenly wondering if Master Roshi and Master Shen's abnormal lifespans stemmed from the same cause. 

Goku had unlocked his Saiyan potential through the water; perhaps Earth's exceptional beings like Roshi and Korin unlocked extended lifespans instead? 

Come to think of it, Roshi had vaguely attributed his longevity to "fountain of youth" waters in the original story. 

Still, Yamiru figured if someone really wanted immortality, hunting the Dragon Balls was far safer than gambling with a toxic brew that literally killed you. 

(No, seriously. It killed you.) 

Not bothering to show off, Yamiru exchanged a few pleasantries before ascending the Power Pole toward the Sacred Temple. 

At the temple's edge, Annin sat with Joey perched on her head, both peering downward—though Yamiru doubted Joey could actually see anything without divine authority. 

"That kid—is he special?" Annin asked as Yamiru landed. 

A tangible question mark popped up above Joey's head. Yep, just mimicking Annin for fun. 

Yamiru knew she meant Piccolo. 

"Did you forget? He's a Namek's descendant," he said. 

"A what-now?" Joey tilted her head. 

Annin blinked, frowning before recalling the green-skinned giant who'd accompanied Yamiru and Yamoshi nearly forty thousand years ago. 

"You remembered after all this time?!" she marveled. "So, he's an alien?" 

"Alien?" Joey waved her arms. 

"I'll explain later," Yamiru said, plucking the figurine-sized Joey to ruffle her golden hair. To Annin: "Guess it just... left an impression." 

After some small talk, Annin prepared to leave. 

"Going already?" Yamiru paused. "Back to Mount Five Elements?" 

Annin stood up, brushing off her robes with a laugh. "Yeah. With the temple nearly complete, this poor acting deity can finally stop being your exploited laborer." 

Her expression, tone, word choice—all carried layers of unspoken meaning. 

Yamiru lowered his gaze momentarily before smiling. "Barring unforeseen circumstances, that Piccolo will likely become Earth's official second-generation Kami." 

"Oh?" Annin's eyes lit up with sudden interest—now you've got my attention. "You're that optimistic about an alien? Even if he is that Namekian's descendant..." 

"He possesses immeasurable potential..." 

"Surely not more than you?" 

"Who's to say?—I mean, compared to when I fought Satan." 

"Ah, speaking of Satan...is he dead already?" 

"Mmm... I recall he established a small kingdom for orderly demons under his rule. Died of old age years ago." 

"Thanks to him—and generations of increasingly weaker demons—the scattered demonic energy on Earth has gradually diminished." 

"Filtered, collected, and returned to Mount Five Elements." 

"Hah, true. In today's world, it's becoming harder for humans to turn into demons." 

"Yeah..." 

The soon-to-retire first Kami and acting Kami sat side by side at the temple's edge, chatting idly. 

Meanwhile, Joey darted between their heads, scrutinizing them with suspicion. 'What just happened?' 

Neither noticed as they gazed down at the desolate Yunzabit Highlands, where a solitary green child sat hugging his knees, staring silently at the sky. 

Day after day, he waited. 

Watching the sky lighten and darken. 

Sometimes it shed water, sometimes ice. 

Snow piled on Piccolo's shoulders, melted, then piled again—countless cycles. 

Back then, Kami had told him: one cycle of light and dark was a day. 

Snow falling and melting marked a year. 

Piccolo watched his pant legs gradually rise—exposing calves, then knees. 

His shirt had long frayed into tattered strips. 

Still, he watched the sky. 

Thirty years. No response. 

Glancing at his "house", its once-white walls were now dust-coated, even moss-streaked. 

Burying his face against his knees, Piccolo remained motionless for a long while. 

Finally, a deep sigh. He stood, tearing away his ragged shirt, and chose a direction at random. 

Across the highland wastes, scattered fabric scraps trailed from the white insectoid ship, carried off by the wind. 

"He's finally leaving that godforsaken place." 

High above, Annin stood with one fist on her hip, the other hand shielding her eyes as she peered down. Joey snoozed atop her head, bundled in black hair. 

Yamiru asked, "Shall we follow?" 

"Why else are we here?" Grinning, Annin stretched mid-air. "It's not like we're busy." 


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