Dragon Ball Human

It was him... It was really him! 

Even after more than forty years, Piccolo would never mistake that white-robed figure from the crystal ball. 

So gods really do exist... Mutaito finally accepted it. And if gods were real, did that mean the legends weren't entirely fiction? He felt as if a brand-new door had cracked open before him. 

My crystal ball... The purple-haired girl snapped out of her daze, heartbroken as she gathered the shattered fragments. 

"Wait, you never actually divined Korin Tower's location!" Mutaito suddenly remembered, staring at the wreckage in dismay. "This is bad! Aren't crystal balls expensive?" 

"Regretting forcing me to return all those wallets now?" the girl huffed. "Be grateful I'm a Fortune-Teller, not a crystal worker!" 

While Mutaito puzzled over the difference, the girl had already plucked a thread from her clothes, tied it around a relatively intact shard, and looped the other end around her finger. Clutching the shard, she murmured an incantation, then released it—letting the suspended fragment sway freely... 

As if guided by an unseen force, the shard tilted toward a specific direction, pointing the way. 

"Alright, let's go, bodyguards." She pocketed the threaded shard. "Keep heading that way, and Korin Tower's at the end." 

"That's it?" Mutaito blinked. 

"What, were you expecting a grand ritual?" She raised her arms, and Mutaito obediently lifted her onto Piccolo's shoulders. 

Without a word, Piccolo turned and strode in the indicated direction. 

Mutaito followed. "We never got your name." 

"My real name's awful." The girl wrinkled her nose—it was some word for underwear. After a pause, she said, "Just call me 'Fortune-Teller'. You?" She absentmindedly rubbed Piccolo's smooth head. Cool, like aloe vera... 

"That's way too casual!" Mutaito said. "I'm Mutaito." 

"Piccolo." His voice carried a suppressed edge... 

The scene zoomed out, soaring over vast lands and clouds, high into the serene skies where two persons observed from the edge of the Lookout. 

The woman chuckled. "That girl actually divined you? Impressive!" 

"Her so-called 'future master' must be you," said the the man his animal mask hiding his expression. 

Annin nodded. "But divination only shows the most probable future, not certainty." 

"Will you take her as a disciple?" Yamiru asked. 

"Of course!" Annin grinned. "Why waste such talent? Besides, I'm bored..." 

After a moment, she added, "What about Piccolo? Ever since that demonic energy invaded him three years ago, there's no turning back. Whether he harbors evil now or not, the corruption will keep accumulating until he falls completely. Not everyone can be like you, Yamiru—using demonic energy and then purging it at will." 

True. In Annin's experience, aside from Yamiru, no one could resist demonic corruption once infected. It was only a matter of time before they became demons. 

Behind his mask, Yamiru's fiery golden eyes gleamed. "Perhaps he's another exception." 

Annin didn't get why Yamiru had such faith in this Namekian's descendant... Just then, Joey, nestled in Yamiru's hair, woke up with a lazy yawn. 

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"That's... Korin Tower..." 

At the edge of the great jungle, Fortune-Teller, Piccolo, and Mutaito gazed at the slender line piercing the heavens, as if splitting sky and forest in two. 

Dusty and weary from their month-long journey, they'd finally arrived. 

Pilgrims in spirit, they pressed on—until a grotesque monster erupted from the mud, fangs bared, eyes savage. 

Fortune-Teller ducked behind Piccolo's head, gripping his antennae. Yet Piccolo didn't react angrily. Instead, he stared intently at the filthy creature. 

The monster snarled, then paused, sniffing the air—as if confused by Piccolo's scent. 

"What the hell is this?!" Mutaito raised his fists, but a gale of violence blew past him—Piccolo, now behind the monster, claws dripping with violet blood. The creature gurgled, its body sliding apart in clean sections. 

"Keep moving." Piccolo strode ahead without looking back. 

Mutaito eyed the scattered remains, then hurried after him. 

At last, they reached Korin Tower's base. 

A spear shot toward Mutaito, who sidestepped and caught it mid-air. 

"This is sacred ground, outsiders!" growled the spear-wielding warrior. 

Mutaito lifted the man and his spear effortlessly with one hand. "See? That's why we're here."