Chapter 7: The Devil in the Tournament
The 21st World Martial Arts Tournament was the perfect stage. Goku and Krillin trained under Master Roshi. Yamcha was there too. But me? I didn't need a master.
I registered under no name, just a smirk and a terrifying power level I kept just barely hidden. The tournament staff laughed when they saw me — too young, too cocky.
They stopped laughing after the first match.
My first opponent was a mountain of a man. He tried to flex. I blinked — and he was on the ground, knocked out cold, face buried in the arena tiles. The crowd went silent... then erupted.
I didn't just fight. I performed.
Every move was stylish. Every attack, a spectacle. I toyed with my opponents — fast enough to dance around them, strong enough to end it at any moment. I wanted the world to see me.
And they did.
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