Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Culinary Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 34 The Tumbleweed Shoes, the Birth of the Pendulum, and the Southward Direction!

Chapter 34 The Tumbleweed Shoes, the Birth of the Pendulum, and the Southward Direction!

After eating and drinking their fill, everyone started learning how to make shoes, and Broly was also learning.

But his skills were somewhat poor; vines and hair in his hands would always turn into a ball.

"If you slip your feet in, you should be able to wear them."

Kuroko commented on the shoes he made.

Broly tried them on and they did fit, but he was probably the only one who could wear such round shoes and move around freely.

"Do you need any help?"

Looking at Broly's tumbleweed sandals, even the youngest child would find it hard to say he needed help against his will.

"Brother Broly, I think it's better to make your own shoes."

"Alright then, feel free to call me if you need any help."

Broly was somewhat disappointed; perhaps he shouldn't have finished making the shoes so early.

"Do you need any help?"

Cornelia could tell he just wanted something to do, so she said, "If it's alright, Brother Broly, could you help me scrape the bark off the vines?"

Since everyone was not skilled in making shoes, if some vines or bark were woven incorrectly, they would basically have to take new ones and weave them all over again.

"no problem."

Broly picked up a knife and helped scrape the bark off the vines. This kind of collective handicraft work gave him the feeling of playing cat's cradle, a game in which even just being a bystander could make him feel happy.

After a brief period of elementary school life in the Type-Moon world, Broly occasionally experiences a feeling called loneliness on Planet Wampa.

Although he rarely shows it, this feeling is real and is now manifested in his desire to be more involved in collective events.

So he cut off a lot of vines, but only a few were actually used; the rest were just burned as firewood.

. . . .

"You were defeated by those wild kids bought to select promising talents. I hope my ears aren't damaged?"

"Lord Nishimiya, there's an extremely powerful individual inside, possessing monstrous strength..."

"Stop. I'm not interested in how you were taken down. All I know is that Minister Ernest gave you the order to establish an assassination unit."

I have already complied with this order and sent you the people, money, and provisions that were due, but you have brought bad news instead.

"My lack of ability has led to my incompetence. I ask for your forgiveness, Your Excellency Nishimiya. However, I still hope to receive some support to wash away this disgrace."

"Gozchi, you're also one of the Four Demon Rakshasa. If even you can't handle this guy, then ordinary support probably won't be of much use, right?"

"If possible, I would like to ask you to request Minister Ernest's assistance and request that the other four Rakshasa demons be sent to support me."

"Gozzi said, his forehead bandaged."

"Gozchi, if you had said that the rebels attacked you, hindering the formation of your assassination unit, I would have unhesitatingly mobilized local troops to support you. But you say that your failure was caused by a child you bought?"

"That's a monster. His strength is terrifying. I can vouch for that with my own life."

"Okay, even if what you're saying is true, what is the other party's identity? Are they rebels?"

"no."

"Since that's not the case, then what gives you the nerve to ask me to ask for your help? It's fine if you lose face yourself, but don't make me lose face in front of Minister Ernest as well."

The empire is in dire need of people everywhere, and the current Four Demon Rakshasa are responsible for the security and protection of His Excellency the Minister.

So, nobody has time to help you regain the face you lost because of a child, do you understand?

"But that monster snatched the assassin prodigy we had chosen."

"The Empire does not tolerate incompetence, and I do not want to hear your complaints about difficulties. If there are difficulties, overcome them. In my eyes, the result is always more important than the process. Similarly, what Minister Ernest wants is simply the result of successfully forming an assassination squad."

After being driven out of the palace, Gozchi looked rather grim. If he were capable of overcoming difficulties on his own, why would he need to come here and shamelessly beg for help?

"That guy probably thinks we're here to make money off him."

Bill said.

"A miser, all he sees is money."

Gozci cursed.

"Forget it, that's the empire for you. The more serious you are about your work, the more you'll suffer."

"What are you planning to do?"

"I'm planning to use death row inmates for drug enhancement experiments and hypnotize them for manipulation. What about you? Are you still going to go find that monster?"

Gozchi remained silent. The Imperial Arms hadn't even hurt the other party after being cut in half, so what would be the point of going back? He sighed.

"Just like you, I'll train those six little devils first. The big shots above don't care, so I don't need to care too much either."

"You'll die if you don't complete the mission."

Bill reminded him.

"In the end, it's just a worthless life."

As an assassin, Gozchi understood the fate of assassins well. Dying of old age in turbulent times was almost impossible; dying in a mission was the reality.

Fortunately, training assassins takes time. Even if he does nothing, he can still have a few years of peace and quiet. We'll see then.

As for that little monster who slapped his face until it was swollen, if the Empire isn't worried about him, then what is he worried about?

The moment the thought of giving up arises, one suddenly feels a vast and boundless world.

A legendary assassin wielding a demonic sword encountered a monster, reported it to his superiors, but they ignored him, and he ended up dead.

[My strength isn't top-tier, but it's still first-rate. What will happen to a monster that I can't even harm with my full strength once it grows up? What will happen to the empire if such a monster is recruited by the rebels? Heh...]

Goziqi thought for a moment, then extended an invitation to the bald man next to him: "Want to go for a drink?"

"I'm busy, you're injured, drink less alcohol."

The bald man, Bill, said something and then turned and left.

. . . .

After the rattan shoes were made, the road became much easier to walk on, but perhaps because the direction they wanted to go out was different from the place they originally came in from.

A group of people spent three days walking through the forest of Gifunora Sea Trees, following the path blasted out by energy cannons, before finally reaching the edge of the forest.

This is the western border of the empire, adjacent to the Western Kingdom, separated by a dangerous area of ​​watery mangrove forests.

The brown-skinned girl looked pleasantly surprised upon seeing the mangrove forest: "This is Rivarina's hometown. I used to live in a place like this."

She was captured by the slave-hunting team, but unexpectedly, as she walked with the team through the great forest, she was able to return to a place she was familiar with.

Of course, this place wasn't her home yet, but it gave her a reference point so she knew which direction her home was in.

"My father said that the mangrove forest borders a giant tree forest to the north, and that there are many terrifying and dangerous species in that forest that we should not go near. If this is the giant tree forest, then Rivarina's home should be a little further south."

Seeing the girl's excited expression, Broly said, "Then let's head further south."

"oh!"

The children agreed with him. The journey over the past few days had helped their makeshift group to work together, and everyone trusted him as their elder brother.

"Idiots, you're going the wrong way, that's east."

With Tsukushi's reminder, a group of children who had been led astray returned to their senses.

"Let's try again, this time heading south."

Feeling somewhat awkward, Broly called out again, returning to square one.

This time, we're on the right track.

(End of this chapter)