58: Kakarot vs Nam.

"Hmm? This communication message... Is you, King Kai! I seem to have caught your attention," Whis, who had stopped at the high orbit of the planet Earth, transmitted these words to King Kai.

As if noticing his gaze, Whis looked up, and his eyes seemed to meet King Kai's directly, regardless of the distance or the space between dimensions that separated them at that moment.

"Uh... I just wanted to say hello, Lord Whis. It's rare to see you acting alone, let alone addressing a planet as far away as Earth," King Kai replied, entirely unnerved by the angel's direct gaze.

Even though they were some distance apart, King Kai's divine position allowed him to feel the absolute terror that was Whis, a being of pure power that overwhelmed him in every way, especially on the hierarchical level.

"It seems that you were already paying attention to this planet before my arrival, right? You're not that curious, do you even know, or have you seen anything?" Whis asked curiously, and although his tone was quite neutral, King Kai began to sweat quite a bit from nervousness. 

"Yes... my new apprentice is a Namekian who has attained the divine position of Earth, and I've been training him lately; besides, there are some outstanding young people on Earth.

You know, many incredible heroes have come from this small planet, like Olivue, or the red-haired boy who used the sword," King Kai replied, not trying to hide or lie, how could he dare to lie to a being like Whis?

For such powerful existences, whose level of life is a difference even among divine beings, it is quite easy to distinguish between what is true and what is false. Of course, this ability could also be gained through experience, but who would have more experience than the Master of the God of Destruction?

Satisfied with the answer he had received, Whis began to descend to Earth. He did not care who the new Kami of this small but special planet was; what similar gods had he not met before?

What he wanted to see was those outstanding mortals! So, without disguising or hiding his appearance, he descended into the middle of the fighting arena where the tournament was being held, just as Ai Hoshino was finishing his performance.

The sudden appearance of an unidentified blue-skinned 'human' did not alarm anyone. Was the blue skin stranger than a talking dinosaur? What was interesting for the spectators was the reaction of the fighters. 

"It seems that the tournament has attracted the attention of someone strange! Sir, could you please leave the arena? We're about to start the next match of the night!" the announcer warned good-naturedly, assuming that Whis was a fighter who wanted to watch the other matches and might have missed something. 

He even had an idea! Judging by the man's extraordinary bearing and ability to fly, he might be an expert in the occult, who knew, Earth was a pretty big place, so he might as well give him a seat at the commentator's table. 

The presenter wanted to see what surprises this strange visitor might bring. So the presenter took his microphone and approached the arena, standing in front of the blue-skinned stranger.

Whis was much taller than the presenter, who had to raise his head to get a full view of the strange man in front of him. But he did not feel intimidated or anything like that, but spoke with complete confidence. 

"Are you a martial artist? Would you like to be the commentator for the rest of the evening?" The two questions from the host finally caught the attention of Whis, who had been ignoring all the mortals present. 

Why should he pay attention to beings so irrelevant to him? Ever since he had come to this place, all his attention had been focused on the various fighters, studying them and feeling them out.

But the moderator's questions seemed to be of some interest to Whis, who finally looked down and noticed the mortal approaching him confidently and without fear. 

Noting that this mortal appeared to be a simple earthling, incapable of using his energy properly, he found it interesting that he did not realize he was facing a being capable of destroying his entire solar system with a single gesture. 

Whis thought about the moderator's questions and realized that his current intervention was only interrupting the fighting; if he wanted to see more of the spectacle that had brought him here, he should step aside. 

"I suppose I could be a 'commentator', I'm very interested in the fights of these young men," Whis said before he floated slightly and walked towards Muten Roshi, followed by the presenter who had a huge grin on his face. 

Although the blue-skinned stranger didn't answer his first question, he accepted his proposal, which was an achievement in itself. Soon, the three men were sitting at the commentary table. 

"Well! I've got the strongest man in the world next to me. .... Muten Roshi, I'm sure you've heard of him," the announcer pointed to Muten Roshi as he addressed Whis, who simply shook his head. 

"I don't know who he is," Whis replied truthfully, making the presenter a little uncomfortable, but Roshi remained silent, not wanting to speak for one simple reason:

He couldn't sense Whis' energy! Normally, only inert things and lifeless creatures have no obvious signs of Ki, but even a trained martial artist would find it impossible to completely hide their energy signature. 

Diminishing it, camouflaging it, was something any martial artist could do, but they could never make the energy that lay within them disappear completely; it was inherent to every living being to lose even a trace of Ki they emitted, no matter how much control they had over it. 

Whis seemed to ignore this rule completely, which was a great surprise to both Muten Roshi and the fighters present, both in the audience and in the rest areas. 

No one could sense Whis' presence, even when he flew, he gave off no trace of energy, which was certainly unnatural. If you didn't follow him with your eyes, it was as if he didn't exist, completely blending in with the surrounding world. 

But of all the surprised people, the one who was most surprised was Bulma. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest when she saw Whis coming down from the sky.

'What is this guy doing here? No, don't think so hard, what if he can read your mind without you realizing it?' Bulma struggled to distract her thoughts, focusing on the surprise and strangeness more than anything else. 

Though she could tell that Whis had been watching her, so had the other fighters present, so perhaps her specialty was not so pronounced among so many outstanding fighters. 

So Bulma left calmly, it didn't matter why Whis was here, but the fact that she had to watch a fight that seemed like a strange joke of fate:

Son Goku against Nam. A monkey against a seemingly ascetic monk, the uncanny resemblance seemed to create a strange resonance between the two fighters, who stood staring at each other as they entered the arena. 

They had not yet begun to fight, but it seemed as if they had been doing so for many years. This strange situation caught the attention of Whis, who raised an eyebrow. 

"Wow, what a strange phenomenon, a resonance between two souls," Whis said, his voice being broadcast to the whole planet through the microphone, attracting the attention of many.

"Could you explain this to us? Sir..." Muten Roshi stepped up to the moderator and spoke first. 

"Whis, my name is Whis. And the resonance thing, it's simple, some people share a strange connection, these two mortals were 'fated' to fight at some point, although fate is not something that exists per se," Whis said, his words were dismissive as he spoke of fate. 

But the rest of what he said made the others understand the situation on the battlefield. When the gong that signaled the start of the battle was struck loudly, Goku let out a roar of anger that was completely mixed with his Ozaru side. 

"You're too impetuous, monkey," Nam said, clasping his hands in prayer and gazing at Goku, who seemed to have gone into some sort of small frenzy, without any emotional fluctuation.

Goku's energy surged out of his body, crimson, and manifested over him as if bathed in flame. Goku had never felt so angry or upset with anyone before, not even the loss of his parents had made him as uncomfortable as Nam.

For he could feel how his 'freedom' could be taken away by Nam, sure, it was just an illusion caused by the resonance of souls, but something connected to him, something that transcended dimensions and universes, was angry with Nam. 

Though Sun Wukong eventually became a Buddha, his imprisonment and then being forced to follow a monk to the West was something this mythological being did not like, and these feelings reached Goku, like a faint reflection of his true essence. 

"What are you going to do, monk, trap me between your five fingers?" asked Goku, squatting down.

Goku's muscles tensed, ki boiled over his skin, and his emotions tugged at him, but he was a man who had meditated for years to control the savagery hidden within him, to master it, not to allow himself to become a tool. 

"If that's what it takes to win this battle, then yes," this was the crux of the matter, something Nam quickly came to terms with.

The strange phenomenon that was going on between him and his opponent didn't matter, nor did the strange emotions it was causing; the only thing that mattered was the fight and who would emerge victorious. 

A broad smile appeared on Goku's face, his tail wagging behind him as the energy on his body calmed down, hiding under his skin. Goku nodded before he spoke.

"That's right, I'm not that monkey, you're not that guy. We're just two fighters," after saying these words, Goku shot towards Nam, who was showing emotion for the first time in all this time.

A smile had appeared on his face. With one of his palms, he parried Goku's blow with apparent ease, truly starting this fight. The force of the impact pushed the air hard, causing a rather amazing gust of wind. 

Unlike before, when Goku used the martial arts knowledge he had learned over so many years, his fighting style was less refined, more savage, but he still smiled. 

'This is how Dad used to train,' Goku thought, remembering the vague image of his father, Bardock, training before him while trapped in an incubation capsule. 

His memories of his real family were somewhat distant for the young Saiyan, but he knew he had a rather loving mother who loved him dearly, a somewhat distant brother he hadn't seen much of, and an even more absent father.

But it was this father who had once shown him how true Saiyans fought: no rules, no details, no consideration, just the wildest and most restless side of their hearts. 

In Goku's understanding, it seemed that this fight deserved to be fought this way. Although Bardock's appearance was somewhat blurred in his memories, his movements, his postures, and his reactions were all very clear to him, to Kakarot. 

Though Nam could always defend himself with his palms, he gradually felt that Goku's simple palms were beginning to change into something more.

It was not just a wild fighting style that Goku was demonstrating, it was a signature of filtering everything he had learned and fusing it into this particular way of fighting, including various subtleties of the martial arts he had learned or observed throughout his life. 

Slowly, and in a very rustic way, Goku built his fighting style.