Chapter 150: Son Goku, You’re Driving Me Crazy

Clearly, most athletes outside of martial arts had no access to ki, despite their strong physiques.

This was the source of Yamiru's confusion.

Furthermore, after a day of training, it seems that there is really no special muscle or physical training.

What, then, was the difference from gym-based training?

Yamiru guessed there must be a difference, otherwise, the key distinction between martial artists and fighters in terms of mastering ki wouldn't make sense. But right now, he couldn't figure it out.

Of course, he had a master now, the grand disciple of the Martial Arts God. If there was anything he didn't understand, he could always ask.

Son Gohan seemed surprised by Yamiru's thoughtful question — it was his first real inquiry into training.

It seemed the young man who had traveled great distances to find a teacher was quite perceptive.

"Well," Son Gohan pondered for a moment, then winked at Yamiru and smiled, "I think you should train for a bit longer and gradually feel the difference from your previous training. Perhaps you'll figure it out yourself."

Rather than giving Yamiru a direct answer, Son Gohan felt it would be better for him to experience it himself and come up with his own explanation. Even if it wasn't entirely correct, it would be a much better learning experience than simply handing him the answer, stifling his ability to think. Son Gohan wondered what his own teacher, Master Roshi, would have said if he'd asked a similar question.

Master Roshi had never directly taught Son Gohan such things.

The answer lay in the daily practice of the Turtle School's rigorous training, where every drop of sweat and every effort went unnoticed until one day, the truth of martial arts suddenly became clear.

It was then that Son Gohan first truly felt the ki within him — the power hidden deep inside.

The joy and exhilaration of discovering something so profound was like unearthing a hidden treasure. Son Gohan hoped Yamiru would come to experience this for himself.

This kind of self-discovery and insight would be a lifelong treasure.

As a new teacher, Son Gohan wanted to do his best and not waste any of his disciple's time. He constantly held himself to the high standards set by the teacher he respected.

Yamiru wasn't foolish.

He was no longer a child, so he could tell when someone was trying to challenge him and when they genuinely had his best interests at heart.

From Son Gohan's response, Yamiru understood his master's intentions and felt a deep respect for him.

This was a teacher truly worthy of respect — a father in spirit as well as in teaching.

As both a disciple and a person, Yamiru admired Son Gohan's refined teaching methods, and he was eager to accept the challenges set before him.

"Master, I understand," Yamiru said seriously.

Son Gohan smiled slightly, and the two of them continued their walk through the mountains, heading back to the cabin.

Of course, apart from high-level questions like this, Yamiru also had practical issues with his training that he could ask Son Gohan about.

For example, he often felt that his form wasn't quite right when running or lifting bricks and pushing carts.

Sometimes, he even experienced back pain and soreness, and he could ask his master for advice on those matters as well.

Son Gohan patiently addressed each of his questions.

Yamiru learned a lot from these conversations. He realized that training wasn't something you could just figure out on your own. His self-taught running style and power techniques had ingrained some habits that were detrimental to his body. It wasn't that these habits would harm his health in the short term, but over time, they could hinder his progress. Thanks to Son Gohan's guidance, Yamiru finally became aware of these small problems.

After a full day of training, Yamiru felt sore all over. Despite having some minor corrections from the monk of the Orin Temple before, it was clear that their martial arts cultivation wasn't as deep as Son Gohan's.

Additionally, after Son Gohan gently massaged Yamiru's sore spots, the pain began to subside significantly.

"This is also part of the answer," Son Gohan said with a chuckle, giving Yamiru's aching back a light pat. He hoped that if Yamiru could figure out the deeper meaning from just that hint, it would make him very pleased. But of course, that was unrealistic.

Yamiru, determined, said, "Master, I will figure it out."

Son Gohan smiled. "I'm looking forward to it, my disciple."

When they returned to the small cabin in the mountains, Yamiru noticed the skeleton of a large wooden house that had been half-built beside it. He immediately volunteered to help finish building it.

Otherwise, he suspected Son Gohan would end up waking up early again that night to continue the construction alone.

The old man had probably considered that Yamiru had already had a long and grueling day of training and didn't want to give him any extra burden, so he worked on the house during the night when he could find the time.

"Oh? Yamiru, aren't you tired?" Son Gohan asked in surprise.

"I'm fine!" Yamiru replied cheerfully, already lifting wood. He was indeed tired, but he could still muster up the strength to help out.

Son Goku, bored out of his mind, was already feeling listless. As soon as they got home and started working on the house, he found it even more tiresome to watch. He stared blankly for a while, and before long, he started dozing off.

"Mmm… mmm…"

The little monkey boy made meaningless noises, his eyelids drooping as his head bobbed up and down.

Suddenly, a deafening rumble startled him awake.

Son Goku's hair stood on end, and he jumped up in fright, looking around in confusion. It was then that he noticed a new, fully built wooden house next to the cabin. And beside it, Son Gohan had his palms pressed together. A white-blue beam of light shot out from his hands, streaking straight toward the dense forest ahead.

The brilliant glow of the Kamehameha illuminated the surrounding area, making everything else even darker.

The powerful wind generated by the attack blew through the area, swirling the fallen leaves into the air. Yamiru stood behind Son Gohan, mouth agape, amazed. This was the first time he had seen a real Kamehameha in this world. His childhood memories of the technique seemed to merge with the present reality, and he felt a surge of deep emotion.

Son Goku stared wide-eyed, not blinking.

When the Kamehameha demonstration finally dissipated, the surroundings returned to stillness, and the light brightened slightly. It seemed that Son Goku was still in a daze.

Yamiru glanced back at the little monkey boy, who looked like he was in a trance, and his heart skipped a beat.

Could this kid already be copying the Kamehameha? His talent couldn't possibly be that monstrous, could it? But thinking about it more, the little one's current strength wasn't too far from that of Son Goku in the story, who learned the Kamehameha with just a combat power of 10. Son Gohan had died early, and Son Goku's power hadn't increased much during his time alone in the mountains. But still...

Before Yamiru could process it, he suddenly heard a "puff" sound. It was Son Goku mimicking Son Gohan's movements, and a flickering ball of light shot out from between his palms, followed by a cloud of smoke.

"..."

Yamiru was completely speechless. This kid was driving him crazy.

Son Gohan, witnessing this unbelievable scene, almost lost control himself. He could feel his emotions flaring, but his hand, nearly pulling at his graying beard in frustration, betrayed his feelings.

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