34 Reputation in danger, Rocker against the Grulla school

Rick was away for a year, his last words were confusing to me.

And his actions too.

Didn't he refuse to use technology before?

At least so openly.

One day I was practicing in the mountains, hitting them like a punching bag.

I was trying to fuse my old fighting style with the six forms even more.

My boxing punches can now accumulate the power of several styles at a time, causing unidirectional shock waves.

The sudden appearance of him scared me.

It exited through a multicolored portal!

Do you know how scared he was?

I thought aliens were invading earth.

Aliens I now believe in.

How not to believe, when there is something like a Teleportation Portal to other galaxies.

I think Rick might have invaded other planets.

But that's not what I wanted to complain about.

Can you believe what he said? Do you know what he said? Do you?

-"Hello! How timely! Rockero, I have work to do, you take care of the Dojo under construction. Do you want to? Okay... Bye!"

'My Balls!' That is what I wanted to say.

As he re-entered through the portal he let papers with instructions fall into the wind.

I would be in confusion longer if it weren't for these to hit me in the face.

It was pretty rude, but I'm not going to contradict him.

He already gave me enough inspiration with his actions.

Not just passes, one of the leaves brushed against my shoulder.

The paper left a cut on my skin.

'Ohoho! How amazing is that!'

He thought in a sarcastic tone.

That's what people will think when they listen to me.

Ha! Well yes, originally, I usually strive to learn what I have in my hand.

I needed food by mouth because finding out what the path ahead is like is not my thing.

In my teens, I met Brief.

In exchange for he's studies, he helped me plan my future.

Then by trying different things, I became interested in martial arts.

However, although I insisted on that path for several years, I saw no hope, nor did Doctor Brief.

It wasn't until I saw a kid about a decade old beat up 20 men that I decided to give it one last chance.

It was worth it.

So after a period of time,

We met again, the next time he was uglier than the last. If following his example would turn me into that, I would refuse.

I am a nobleman! In a very bad case, I would stay at home to inherit a few companies, land and properties.

But what he then showed... Haha.

No, what he showed us all.

He opened our eyes.

Such power at such a young age.

He became my hope.

Oh? The demons in hell will wonder... What about Muten Roshi?

Oh...Please, he is an old man over 200 years old.

Nobody believed They could keep up with him.

If not, they wouldn't put so many restrictions on Roshi for the tournament.

I'm sure the mad King would have forbidden him to breathe if he could.

After tournament number 10, I was training for almost another decade.

If it weren't for Roshi's efforts, I would have overexerted myself long ago.

That's why I used to go with caution, just studying and reviewing what they taught me, the paths that are traveled without help are like diving to the bottom of the ocean, if it weren't for feeling the pressure, you would think you were going in the wrong direction.

That's why when you discover something you can achieve on your own it's refreshing.

I replicated the damage caused by the blade successfully.

My new attack was soft and of low intensity of power but it continued.

I replicated Ki blades of such low intensity that it seemed harmless, anyone who can detect combat power would mock my attack, due to its low power.

But that's the good thing.

Barriers are expensive, so when you realize the danger, you have to constantly expend energy and I would just have to drop a tsunami of leaves.

For one of Ki, I create ten leaves.

And with an extra one I add sonic speed.

I finally managed to catch up with the other three.

And for that I only had to take care of three students in the desert.

Yes, in the end three people of the 20 who found the construction passed by.

My training methods are quite crude, but it works when you teach three geniuses.

One left the dojo a month ago before the tournament.

Suspicious.

He was the best among his peers.

He came from a poor town in the desert and his foundation in martial arts was solid, his tanned skin showed his hard work under the sun.

He had a slightly gloomy Ki, but he didn't have to be out of bad intentions. TRUE?

Maybe he'll try to meet my friend Brief.

It is publicly known that he is a member of the CH school.

These hopes vanished when I heard him return.

He came with guests.

Guests with bad intentions, four in total.

A woman, a ten-year-old boy, the Sage Tsuru, and his brother. What was he like? Tao Pon Pao or something?

By the way! Very important! Do not underestimate ten year old children! I was already surprised by one, who hopefully welcomed me as a disciple.

BESIDES! This one looks creepy with all the white skin on him. He looks like he's wearing makeup, but he's not.

They come with hostile intentions.

I'm sorry. Hopefully the worst doesn't happen. But that thought made me react to what came. With five screams, a woman, three men and a child. Wait, that boy was my disciple. Does that mean the other one in white is an adult? I want to laugh but it makes me feel more uncomfortable. I had to take my other two disciples from camp. And then run away. *Boom!* My camp and Dojo under construction were blown up. Hidden behind a rock, I hear Tao pao Tiao laugh as the sage mocks me out loud. "What?! Where is the mythical school of the Human Path?!" We also come to do the tests! Ahhhahahahaha!" They want to eliminate me before the tournament, I know it. But not only about the tournament. They want to eliminate us from the earth. The CH school would be left without reputation by being absent from the tournament, without students and without a teacher, because Rick left and Brief only likes to study. Not even his location would be remembered, now that he is lying in rubble. As if he would allow that!