The Red Ribbon Army members were stunned as they saw this young man, who was on the verge of death, still playing with a coin. They were momentarily taken aback by his indifferent attitude toward life and death.
"Hey! You guys, stop bullying others."
From a distance, a childish voice suddenly rang out. It wasn't angry, but it sounded imposing and righteous.
Blue and the Red Ribbon Army members turned around, surprised to see a little girl with purple hair, holding a toy gun and pointing it at them.
"Haha! Little girl, you... don't go looking for death!" Abe glared fiercely at the little Bulma.
"Lets just then deal with her," a Red Ribbon Army member frowned.
"Don't underestimate me," Little Bulma, still pre-pubescent and without the usual youthful crushes, had a serious demeanor. At her age, she even had the typical traits of a scientific genius—stubbornness and focus. She solemnly warned the villains in front of her, "My gun is very powerful, so don't make me use it."
"A powerful gun? Hahaha..." A Red Ribbon Army member with an RPG slung over his shoulder nearly cried from laughing. "Little girl, what I have here is really powerful! What you have is just..."
Boom!
Little Bulma, seeing that the others clearly didn't believe her, decided to prove it. She aimed at an open field nearby, pulled the trigger, and instantly, the toy gun unleashed an astonishing beam of light, resembling the Kamehameha wave, which shot out with tremendous force, leaving a trail on the ground that stretched for hundreds of meters.
Tonpo, still in rat form, sprinted off into the distance, gasping for breath and thinking to himselff:
'Yamiru, Yamiru, it's not that I'm not being loyal... It's just that you are basically dead anyway, so it's better if at least i survive...' He glanced back and saw the earth-shattering beam fired by Little Bulma, causing his fur to stand on end.
Clang! The RPG hit the ground.
The members of the Red Ribbon Army, now in a dazed state, had snot dripping from their noses and their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"You see? I wasn't lying, was I?" Little Bulma said earnestly.
"You... you..." The Red Ribbon Army members retreated, terrified. What kind of weapon was that? Only the crazy scientists in their ranks could create something like that.
Blue, too, felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't dare to be hit by that "toy gun," but he shouted loudly, 'What are you afraid of! The gun's powerful, but... you still have to hit me for it to matter!' The latter part was aimed at Little Bulma, but Blue was shocked to see that Yamiru, who had been sitting on the ground waiting for death, had somehow managed to slowly walk up to the purple-haired little girl's side.
"You've lost so much blood," Bulma said, holding the gun and looking up at Yamiru. She was only two years old, basically a little toddler, and of course, much shorter than Yamiru, resembling a doll.
Yamiru couldn't quite describe his current mood. Why was he seeing Bulma here? Oh right, he had seen her father at school just a moment ago... But why did Bulma have a gun that was as powerful as the Kamehameha? One thing was certain: Yamiru was surprisingly calm, more than even he expected. Perhaps it was because his mindset had changed.
If it were him from yesterday or when he had just crossed over, he might have been jumping for joy, asking her for an autograph.
"Bulma, could I borrow your gun for a moment?" Yamiru asked, knowing he was covered in blood and not getting too close to her.
"Your hands are so dirty," Bulma remarked as she looked at his blood-covered hands.
Yamiru wiped them on his clothes.
"Alright, here you go," Bulma handed the light wave gun over to Yamiru.
Just like that? Just handed it over?!!
The members of the Red Ribbon Army watching this were nearly driven mad. Little girl, do you even know what you're doing?
"She might miss, but I probably won't," Yamiru said, lifting the gun and turning to look at Blue and the others, especially aiming it at Blue. He smiled and asked, "Do you want to give it a try?"
Blue's face darkened. He had initially stepped forward, planning to rush in and snatch the gun from the little girl, but upon seeing the gun pointed at him, he stopped and gritted his teeth. "Why don't you fire then? Heh, I bet you don't even have the strength to aim at me anymore."
"Maybe it's because I'm kind-hearted, and I don't want to kill unless I have to?" Yamiru replied calmly. "See my eyes? This is my superpower. I just finished testing it at the school behind us. I call it the Sharingan. These eyes not only reflect your superpowers but, more importantly, they have unparalleled dynamic vision and insight... Now tell me, is it your speed or my ability to see that's faster?"
Blue didn't respond. In fact, he had been paying attention to Yamiru's eyes since earlier. The golden color wasn't normal—it was glowing! It was strange, and Blue immediately suspected it was some kind of superpower.
When Yamiru mentioned it was called the Sharingan, Blue couldn't be sure whether he was telling the truth or just boasting.
"Hey, Blue, let's retreat," one of the Red Ribbon Army members advised.
Even though Blue was strong and could avoid the gunfire, the others were just ordinary humans—they wouldn't be able to outrun the gunshots. Their lives were more important...
At that moment, Bulma took another capsule from her pocket, and with a puff, she pulled out what appeared to be a regular handgun. She looked up at Yamiru and, mimicking his earlier stance, aimed the gun at Blue and the Red Ribbon Army members.
"Let's go!" Blue, realizing the danger, didn't dare to risk his life. He reluctantly turned and ran, retreating far enough to take out a capsule, releasing an off-road vehicle. The group sped away as fast as they could...
Meanwhile, Yamiru, feeling deflated like a deflating balloon, dropped the gun he was holding. Bulma clapped her hands, catching the light wave gun and quickly storing it back in her capsule.
"How did you know my name?" Little Bulma, being a genius, hadn't forgotten that detail. Yamiru had called her name as soon as he approached.
With Blue and the others gone, Yamiru, feeling a huge sense of relief, leaned back and looked up at the sky. He muttered, "It's morning now. I wonder what wish the person who gathered all the Dragon Balls made..."
Yamiru glanced at Bulma as she asked about his name, and he chuckled, "Because I saw your father at school earlier."
"Oh," Little Bulma nodded. "Maybe Dad's looking for me."
"Yamiru!!" At that moment, Tonpo came rolling and crawling back. "Are you alright, Yamiru? Are you okay?"
"Coward," Bulma commented as she looked at the pig-headed man.
The pig-headed man awkwardly laughed.
"I'll go have Dad contact the medical team..." Bulma instructed Tonpo, "You stay here and don't run around..."
"I won't run!" Tonpo said, a bit flustered and embarrassed.
"Ugh," Bulma said, clearly disgusted by the greasy pig-headed man. She pulled out a capsule from her bulging skirt pocket, revealing a mini electric scooter complete with a helmet. The little girl carefully put on the helmet, hopped onto the tiny scooter, and before starting, she turned around and reminded, "Don't run away again. He might die alone like this."
"Go already!" Tonpo snapped, annoyed.
The sound of the mini electric scooter buzzing filled the air as Bulma sped off.
Tonpo stayed by Yamiru's side, noticing he had been silent for a while. He nervously tugged at his ear and asked, "Don't be mad. I'm just scared..." Seeing Yamiru still not responding, with his face covered in dried blood, pale as death, Tonpo pushed him in a panic. "Hey, don't die on me, please! You're not dead, are you?"
"Don't touch me! It hurts!" Yamiru opened his eyes and grumbled, "Can you let me rest quietly for a while?"
"Heh..." Tonpo awkwardly pulled his hand back, then suddenly blinked in surprise. "Your eyes... they're not gold anymore?"
Yamiru wasn't surprised. He replied, "Oh, you mean this? I think... I can control it a little now."
Originally, his golden eyes would change according to his emotional state, becoming gold or returning to their normal color, but they wouldn't activate or deactivate based on his own will. But after breaking free from Blue's superpower just now, Yamiru noticed that he could sense a slight difference in his eyes. It felt like... he had gained a little control over their true power.
'Besides seeing through transformations... could he also break superpowers?' Yamiru wondered.
As he lay on the ground, looking up at the sky, a sudden movement caught his eye. He glanced over, only to be struck with a chill—there was a figure floating in the sky, tall and thin, wearing loose clothes that fluttered in the wind. It was none other than the old man from the park!
The elderly man hovered in the air, looking down at Yamiru. Despite the distance between them, Yamiru felt as though the old man was specifically observing his eyes.
"I definitely turned it off," Yamiru thought uncertainly, pondering. After a moment, he closed his eyes and reopened them, this time consciously activating the golden eyes. This was the first time he had deliberately opened them.
Once his golden eyes were activated, Yamiru immediately felt his vision sharpen. Even though the old man was flying high above, Yamiru could clearly make out his expression. It seemed like the old man gave a slight nod, as if acknowledging Yamiru, who was lying on the ground like a corpse.
"Tomorrow morning, at the park. Don't be late."
An old, faint voice drifted into Yamiru's ears. He was certain it came from the elderly man floating in the sky.
'What is this? Telepathy?'
'Damn, things are getting weirder and weirder!' Yamiru couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and amusement.
"Did something fall?" Tonpo looked up, following Yamiru's gaze, and suddenly noticed a small black dot descending. It plopped onto Yamiru's clothes. Tonpo picked it up and saw it was just a small, insignificant seed. Just as he was about to toss it aside, he froze in shock as he saw Yamiru suddenly sit up with a jolt, squeezing Tonpo's pig hoof tightly.