The first year of Nyuro's life passed, but its departure brought no celebrations of his birth. Instead, it brought narrower walls and a silence that stifled his very breath. By a stern decree from his father, Arkan Godo—a "Nascent Soul" cultivator who brooked no weakness—Nyuro was moved to the abandoned servants' annex at the furthest point of the palace. The final, irrevocable sentence was passed: "This child is forbidden from seeing any member of the family, and no one shall enter his dwelling except for his maid, 'Mira.' To the world, he is dead."
Nyuro sat on a coarse mat in the corner of the darkened room. The air smelled of old wood and dampness, and the silence of the night was his only companion. There were no toys, no other children—only the System screen, flickering before his golden eyes to announce the beginning of a new phase.
[System Interface - Start of Year Two]
Location: Servants' Annex (Total Isolation Zone).
Power Level: 0.7.
Genetic Status: Gohan's Latent Talent (Active).
Warning: Any resource from the cultivation world (pills, herbs, elixirs, weapons) is a deadly poison to your body and will provide zero benefit.
Nyuro looked at the screen with cold indifference. In his mind, he asked the System in a steady voice that defied his age:
"System, why can't I use 'Marrow Cleansing' pills or the magical herbs cultivators fight over to increase my 0.7 power? Aren't they supposed to make me stronger?"
The System replied in a firm, cold, robotic tone:
"Because you possess 'Gohan's Talent.' Your body's composition completely rejects the external 'Qi' energy found in this world. The spirit pills that build the bodies of cultivators are, to pure Saiyan blood, a toxic chemical and a conflicting cosmic reaction. If you consume even one cultivation pill, a catastrophe will occur within your vitals, and your cells will explode instantly. You will benefit from nothing pertaining to the world of cultivators; your power stems solely from your sweat and physical exertion."
Mira's Pity and the Absolute Rejection
Mira entered the room carrying a bowl of simple soup. In her other hand was a small piece of the rare "Spirit Herb" she had risked her life to steal from the palace stores for her "Little Master."
She placed the bowl before him and stroked his icy blue hair sadly. "Little Master... the walls here are silent, and fate is cruel. Your father ordered that no one see you... they think you are useless because you cannot sense energy. I brought you this herb; they say it makes the body as hard as steel. Take it, perhaps it will open your blocked meridians."
As the herb approached Nyuro's mouth, he felt an instinctive revulsion in his cells. He pushed Mira's hand away with a force that shook her wrist, sending the herb tumbling into the dirt. Mira looked at him in shock and grief, her eyes welling with tears. "Why, my child? I am trying to save you from weakness..."
Nyuro looked at her with serious golden eyes and spoke in broken but calm, steady tones:
"No... Mira... this... poison. It kills me. Power... from... here." He pointed his small hand toward the lean muscles of his arm.
The Solitary Struggle in the Dark
As soon as Mira left and closed the heavy wooden door, Nyuro began the only training available to him. He wasn't crawling to play; he was pressing his entire body against the floor to create physical resistance that exhausted his muscles.
He began performing push-ups with all his might, his face hitting the floor time and time again, his sweat soaking the coarse mat. He felt the pain tearing through his muscle fibers, but he knew this pain was the only way to activate his latent talent in the absence of elixirs and herbs.
"Just me and this System," Nyuro thought, panting as his small chest heaved violently. "The cultivators have their toxic resources, and I have my effort and my talent that rejects their world. I will build a strength that surpasses their steel bodies through pure physical toil."
He watched the power display move agonizingly slow in the darkness:
[Physical Power Update: 0.71... 0.72... 0.75]
Nyuro continued to push his body to the absolute limit, realizing that his isolation was not a prison, but the secret laboratory that would forge him into an invincible warrior—in a second year that had only just begun with a covenant of silence and bitter toil.