When Takero arrived at the massive open-air training ground, he was met with the sounds of fierce combat and arrogant shouting.
"Too weak! You're all trash!"
"Is this the pathetic martial art that green-haired butler taught you? It's like watching children play!"
"Show me something real! If you don't… I'll rip your bones out one by one!"
In the center of the field, the three Vinsmoke brothers—Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji—were like tigers let out of a cage, systematically crushing several members of the island's guard. Their technologically advanced Germa raid suits glowed with power. Compared to when they were back in the Germa Kingdom, their speed and strength had increased dramatically. Every punch and kick they threw carried terrifying force.
Their opponents, guards who had been training in the Turtle School style, were completely outmatched. They managed to hold their ground using refined techniques, but it was clear to anyone watching that their defeat was only a matter of time under the Vinsmoke brothers' relentless assault.
"Stop it! Ichiji! Niji! Yonji! Stop it right now!" Sanji shouted from the sidelines, pacing nervously. He was desperate to intervene but didn't dare step forward. "They're on our side! You can't just attack them like this!"
His brothers completely ignored the pleas of the sibling they considered a failure.
Nearby, standing in the shade, Reiju and Nico Robin watched the scene unfold like two elegant spectators. Reiju looked at her three foolish younger brothers showing off in the arena and muttered softly, in a voice only she and Robin could hear, "...What a bunch of idiots."
Just then, Ichiji landed a heavy, electrified punch that sent one of the guards flying through the air. He raised his arm high, his face a mask of arrogant pride. "Who else wants some?! Who's next?!"
As he scanned the area, his gaze fell upon Takero, who had just walked onto the training ground. In that instant, an excited light flared in the eyes of all three brothers. They immediately abandoned their fight with the guards and shifted their focus. Like three arrows shot from a bow, they launched themselves from different directions toward the young man who had dealt them the greatest humiliation of their lives.
"Takero—!!!"
"Today, we're going to show you who the strong one really is!"
"Die!!!"
Watching the three of them charge like mad dogs, Sanji's heart leaped into his throat.
The outcome, however, was never in doubt. Just as the brothers were about to reach Takero, three dull, sickening thuds echoed across the field almost simultaneously.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
No one even saw Takero move. The three aggressive figures were sent flying backward at ten times the speed they had charged, like golf balls struck by a driver. They coughed up blood as they carved three pathetic arcs through the air before crashing into the walls on the edge of the training ground. They were instantly buried in a cloud of dust and rubble, and the field fell silent.
The entire training ground was plunged into a dead quiet. Everyone stared, completely dumbfounded by what had just happened.
"Big Brother Takero!" Sanji was the first to snap out of the shock. His eyes filled with pure admiration and joy as he ran over to greet him.
From the other side, Reiju also walked over slowly. She paid no mind to the fate of her brothers buried in the rubble. Instead, she walked directly to Takero's side and offered a sweet smile. "Lord Takero."
"Hmm?" Takero glanced at her. "No. From now on, you should call me 'Papa'."
"...Eh?" Reiju's smile froze for a second, and a light blush colored her cheeks. She hesitated for only a moment before lowering her head and calling out softly, a hint of shyness in her voice, "...Pa-Papa."
She was happy with her life here. She had food, clothes, and a place to live. More importantly, she no longer had to wear the cold, ruthless mask she was forced to maintain in Germa. Here, she could finally be herself again.
"Good girl," Takero said with a satisfied nod, patting her soft pink hair with a surprisingly natural gesture. He then turned his gaze to Robin, who was trying to hide a smile. "Explain this to me, little maid. What's gotten into these three? Why are they causing trouble again?"
Robin suppressed her amusement and cleared her throat, explaining with her usual calm smile. "According to the Germa scientists, it seems the 'Lineage Factor' modifications that Judge performed on them have fully awakened over the past month. After this awakening, their physical abilities and combat power improved significantly. So…" She glanced toward the still-smoking ruins. "…they probably felt they were strong enough to challenge you again. They wanted to take revenge and reclaim their so-called dignity."
Just as she finished, sounds of movement came from the rubble. Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji staggered out, supporting each other. They were bruised and battered from Takero's casual attack, looking completely disheveled.
"But… damn it…" Ichiji wiped the blood from his mouth and roared with a voice full of frustration and confusion. "Why?! We've awakened our full power! We're ten times stronger than before! How are we still so helpless in front of you?!"
He stared at Takero, his eyes filled with disbelief. "You don't even look much older than us! Why is there such a huge gap in our strength?!"
Hearing this, Takero couldn't help but let out a sneer. He looked down on the three so-called "scientific masterpieces" as if they were insects.
"Bloodlines have different levels of quality." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable pride. "What flows through your veins are just flawed, trashy genetic factors, clumsily modified by a mortal."
He slowly raised a finger and pointed to himself. "But what flows in my veins is the blood of the noblest and most powerful warrior race in the universe—the Saiyans."
"How dare mere trash compare yourselves to a god?"
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