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  Chapter 36 Gift of the Ruyi Stick

  BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!

  Boom!!!

  In the yard in front of the , Cyrus and Son Gohan cshed in a fierce battle, their movements so swift they seemed to blur. The sound of air exploding in their wake echoed through the atmosphere as they collided with each other, each strike sending shockwaves through the air.

  Cyrus and Son Gohan had been training together in Baozi Mountain for nearly a month. After obtaining the Dragon Ball from Gohan, Cyrus had decided not to leave immediately. Instead, he remai Baozi Mountain, spending each day sparring with Gohan to hone his skills.

  As the eldest disciple of Master Roshi, Son Gohan had ied the true teags of his master’s martial arts. Skilled in various fighting styles, his strength had grown to rival that of Master Roshi himself.

  Although it is very easy for Cyrus to defeat Son Gohan with his current strength, there is always a way to polish jade with one's own strength. Son Gohan, who has practiced martial arts for decades, also has very deep attais and uanding of martial arts. There are many things about him that Cyrus learn from.

  During the more than one month in Baozi Mountain, Cyrus practiced sparring with Son Gohan every day ahat he gained a lot.

  "drink!!!"

  The two collided again, and the powerful energy tore the ground into pieces and exploded. Cyrus and Son Gohan were also thrown backwards.

  "Kamehaha wave!"

  His body spun rapidly in the air, Cyrus csped his hands together, and then a powerful qigong wave drew a long ar the air and attacked Son Gohan.

  "What?!!"

  Son Gohan was also surprised that the Qigong wave could actually turn in the air.

  But now is not the time to be surprised, with lu his hands, Son Gohan quickly unched a Qigong wave:

  "Kamehaha wave!"

  BOOM!!!!!!!

  The two Qigong waves collided in midair with a thunderous explosion, shaking the entire Baozi Mountain. The shockwave sent animals and birds fleeing in all dires, panic filling the air.

  "Brohan, are you alright?"

  Cyrus flew down quickly, extending his hand to help Son Gohan, who was groaning on the ground.

  “Cough, cough, cough…”

  "I’m getting too old for this," Son Gohan muttered, taking Cyrus's hand and pulling himself up. He looked every bit the aging hero, and it made Cyrus smile with amusement.

  Over the past month, Son Gohan had lost t of how many times he had mented his aging body, each time pyfully portraying himself as the helpless old man being bullied by the younger geion.

  "Cyrus, Grandpa Gohan, I’m back!"

  Wukong’s voice rang out as she appeared, flying back from the distan his somersault cloud. she had a rge fish slung over his back, the red staff resting beside him.

  With a dramatic leap off the cloud, Wukong tossed the massive fish—at least ten times his size—onto the ground with a resounding thud before rushing over to join Cyrus and Son Gohan.

  "Ohhhh… Wukong’s back!" Son Gohan chuckled, stroking his beard.

  If Son Gohan held Cyrus in high regard, his affe for Wukong was eveer—like a doting grandfather who adored his mischievous granddaughter.

  Although Cyrus and Wukong are just children in Son Gohan's eyes, Cyrus is so mature. Both his strength and temperament do not look like a child in his teens at all.

  In trast to the seriousness of Cyrus, Wukong was much simpler, with the innod nature of a child. Son Gohan, naturally, had grown very fond of her. Over the past month, he had treated Wukong like his own granddaughter, sh her with affe.

  Each day, Cyrus and Son Gohan practiced and sparred in the yard, with Wukong cheering them on from the sidelines. When she grew bored of watg, she would run off to py and hunt.

  With her strength, there was o worry about her. However, Baozi Mountain had been in chaos for over a month, all thanks to this eic girl.

  After a long day of sparring, Cyrus carried Wukong down to the river beh the cliff for a bath, while Son Gohan prepared a delieal with the rge fish Wukong had caught.

  Despite being slightly weaker than the Saiyans, Wukong’s appetite was that of a true martial artist, and the three of them easily fihe massive fish. They followed it up with a feast of fruits, though they were only about 70% full by the end.

  "Brohan, Wukong and I pn to leave in two days to search for the remaining Dragon Balls," Cyrus said, and Son Gohan froze, taken aback by the news.

  "Indeed, it will be of no use to you if you stay with me any longer."

  Son Gohan sighed, and a heavy siletled over the group.

  As an elderly man, it was natural for Son Gohan to feel the weight of loneliness living alone in the mountains. But during the past month that Cyrus and Wukong had stayed with him, he had felt more happiness and fulfillment than he had in years. Now that they were preparing to leave, he felt an overwhelmiao part with them.

  Still, Son Gohan uood. her Cyrus nor Wukong could remain in this secluded pce. At such a young age, they had already achieved feats that most martial artists could only dream of aplishing in a lifetime. Staying here would only stifle their potential. The world beyond the mountains awaited them.

  "Wukong, Grandpa will teach you another set of monkey boxing today," Son Gohan said as he walked toward the yard.

  "Yes, yes!" Wukong replied eagerly, her enthusiasm lighting up the atmosphere once more.

  With a bright, happy expression on her face, Wukong jumped over to join Cyrus.

  Two days ter—

  "Brother, I'm sorry for disturbing you these past few days," Cyrus said as he summoned both the Bersault Cloud and the Somersault Cloud. After pag their belongings, they were ready to say their goodbyes and leave.

  “Ohhh…”

  "It's no bother at all. In fact, I should be the ohanking you."

  Son Gohan smiled warmly, stroking his beard as he spoke.

  "Grandpa Gohan, I’ll return the Ruyi Rod to you," Wukong said, reag behind her back to take the red stid hand it back to Son Gohan.

  The Ruyi Stick, a strong aile on, could lengthen or shorten at the user’s will. It had once hung on the wall of Son Gohan’s house, and Wukong had found it so fun that she often took it out to py and hunt.

  "Teacher Roshi got this Ruyi Stick from the immortal on Karin Tower. Later, he gave it to me. Now, it’s of no use to me anymore, so I’ll give it to you, Wukong," Son Gohan said, gently caressing the stick’s forehead with fondness.

  Wukong looked at Cyrus, seeking firmation, and Cyrus nodded.

  "Since Brohan gave it to you, you should accept it," he said with a smile.

  The Ruyi Stick, a sacred tool that bridged the Karin Tower and the Temple of Heaven, could stretd shrink without breaking. It erfect as both a on and a pything for Wukong.

  "Thank you, Grandpa Gohan!" Wukong excimed, her voice full of gratitude.

  He happily accepted the Ruyi Stid Wukong gave him a bright and pure smile iurn.

  , Son Gohan gave Cyrus and Wukong numerous instrus, like an elder imparting wisdom. He also hahem fruits and mountain goods he had prepared for their journey.

  "Brohan, Master Roshi now lives on Kame Isnd in the southern sea. You live alone in seclusion on the mountain, and it seems lonely ae. Why don’t you go to Kame Isnd and live with Master Roshi?"

  Before they left, Cyrus paused for a moment before speaking.

  "Indeed, I haven’t seen Master Roshi in a long time," Son Gohan said after a brief silence. "I will visit him after you leave."

  There ause as he reflected, then he nodded. He was very old, and perhaps his time was drawing near. It seemed like it would be o spend his final days with Master Roshi, someone who had always been a panion and friend.

  Without saying more, Cyrus and Wukong, under Son Gohan’s watchful gaze, jumped onto the Bersault Cloud and the Somersault Cloud, s into the sky.

  "Goodbye, Grandpa Gohan!" Wukong called out, wavihusiastically.

  "Goodbye, Cyrus, Wukong," Son Gohan replied, his voice tinged with both affe and a hint of sorrow as he watched them disappear into the distance.

  To be tinued…

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