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(Pov of Towa)
As I watched Ethan's expression, a subtle smile formed on my lips. It was fascinating to see how even the most powerful could be shaken by a simple display of someone else's talent. But I knew my husband too well not to notice what was happening in his brilliant mind.
"Surprised?" I asked, keeping my voice low enough so that only he could hear. "Sometimes, those who think too much are the ones who take the longest to reach the obvious."
In the arena, Gina moved with supernatural grace. Her Ultra Instinct, though new, flowed naturally like water in a stream. Kuririn, despite being clearly at a disadvantage, maintained his dignified stance, his precise movements demonstrating years of combat experience.
"You knew this all along, didn't you?" Ethan asked, his eyes still fixed on the unfolding fight. I could sense the mix of pride and frustration in his voice.
I adjusted my posture, crossing my legs as I leaned back in my seat. "Know? No. Suspect? Maybe." I paused, watching Gina dodge a particularly powerful blow from Kuririn as if she were dancing. "She has something you are still learning to develop, Ethan. The ability to simply... let it happen."
Bulma, sitting on the other side of Ethan, gently squeezed his hand. She always had this knack for knowing exactly when to offer comfort. The audience around us roared with each extraordinary movement, completely oblivious to the personal drama unfolding in our little bubble.
"You two are like oil and water when it comes to fighting," I continued, seizing the moment for a lesson he needed to hear. "You are precise, calculating, always thinking three steps ahead. It's your strength and your weakness. Gina..." I gestured toward the arena, where she had just performed a series of moves that seemed to defy gravity itself. "She is pure instinct. Doesn't think, just feels."
I saw something change in Ethan's eyes - that spark of understanding I so cherish. He has always been an exceptional student, even when the lesson was hard to swallow.
"So is this why you've been pushing me so hard in training?" he asked, a half-smile forming on his face. "To make me stop thinking?"
"To make you trust more in your instincts," I corrected, returning his smile. "Your power is impressive, Ethan, but sometimes you cling so tightly to control that you forget to simply... exist in the moment."
The fight continued, but now it was clear that Kuririn was reaching his limit. Yet, there was beauty in his resistance, a nobility in his refusal to give up in the face of the impossible.
"You know," I continued, my voice softening, "sometimes I wonder if it's not this relentless pursuit of perfection that made me fall in love with you in the first place. This search of yours, even when it prevents you from seeing what's already perfect."
Ethan turned to me, his eyes meeting mine with that intensity that always makes my heart race, even after all this time. "And what exactly are you suggesting, Mrs. Teacher?"
"Maybe," I replied, leaning slightly towards him, "it's time for you to stop trying to master Ultra Instinct and start letting Ultra Instinct master you."
In the arena, Gina had just finished the fight with a grace that made it seem as if she were dancing rather than fighting. The crowd exploded in applause, but my eyes remained fixed on Ethan, watching the gears turn in his brilliant mind.
Sometimes, the greatest lessons come from the most unexpected places. And today, seeing pride and humility battle across his face, I knew he was finally ready to take the next step.
**
(Pov: son Ethan)
There wasn't really a fight. The power disparity between them was so vast that any confrontation was impossible. On one side, a human with strength limited to 200 PL; on the other, an opponent with the power of Ultra Instinct. Victory was simply unattainable.
Gina, using just a fraction of her power, could sense each of Kuririn's movements even before he thought to execute them. The Ultra Instinct flowed naturally through her body, making her reflexes operate beyond the speed of thought. For her, his strikes seemed to happen in slow motion, so slow that she could easily dodge even with her eyes closed.
With a single movement, so fast it could barely be perceived by the human eye, she appeared behind Kuririn. There was no need for brute force or elaborate techniques - a simple touch on his pressure point was enough to render him unconscious. The confrontation ended before it really began, demonstrating the insurmountable gap between their levels of power.
Ethan, watching the scene, recalled an ancient Chinese proverb: 'An ant may see the leaf, but will never comprehend the whole tree.' Such was the difference between Kuririn and Gina - it was not just a matter of power, but of completely different dimensions of existence. No matter how much Kuririn strived, no matter how tirelessly he trained, there were limits that the human condition imposed. It was like a fish trying to understand the concept of fire - some barriers simply weren't meant to be crossed. This realization brought Ethan a mix of humility and fascination before the mysteries of the universe and its different levels of power.
**
After the fight, everyone gathered, after all, the final fight would only be the next day. At the same time, Master Tsuru was publicly humiliating Tien Shinhan, after all, he had become angry. He had to pay his old rival a very high amount. At the same time, Tien and Chiaotzu realized that they did not want to get involved with Master Tsuru, and that he saw them as nothing more than servants.
It was at this moment that Master Roshi approached, his calm walk contrasting with the tension in the air. His sunglasses reflected the setting sun as he observed the scene with wisdom accumulated over centuries.
"The true path of martial arts is not found in the pursuit of power through cruelty," he said, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "It lies in the journey of self-discovery and in using strength to protect those in need."
Tien and Chiaotzu exchanged meaningful glances. The words of the old master echoed truths that they secretly already felt in their hearts. The contrast between Master Roshi's dignifying stance and Master Tsuru's pettiness could not be more evident.
"At the Turtle School," continued Roshi, "we do not just train fighters. We train warriors with principles, who understand that true strength comes from the balance between body, mind, and spirit."
Tien stepped forward, his expression determined revealing a decision already made. "Master Roshi, if you will accept us, we would like to learn the true path of martial arts from you."
Chiaotzu floated beside his friend, nodding in silent agreement. Master Tsuru, realizing he was losing his most talented disciples, stormed off, swearing revenge. But that no longer mattered - a new page was being turned in the history of those two warriors, who had finally found a path that combined strength with honor.