Dragon Ball - King of Super Membranes

What surprised me was that I didn't seem to be surprised or angry at all, but walked away very calmly, ignoring the unpleasant words the girl said later.

I followed behind me with a puzzled look on my face and walked forward. For about a day after that, this kind of thing happened repeatedly, but I didn't seem to be annoyed at all. I just left without hesitation every time I was helped.

If I hadn't been unable to say a word, I would have eagerly asked my childhood self why I did this. It's so baffling. Others don't seem to want me to help them, but when I was a child, I insisted on sticking to it, and I didn't know what the situation was.

During this day, I saw that "I" also encountered that kind of strange creature alone. I was very unlucky. When I was a child, I encountered 5 of them.

But what surprised me was that as a child, my fighting ability was so strong that I easily won a challenge against five. I scratched my head, feeling a little embarrassed. I feel like the fighting ability of me now is no different from my childhood. It took me some effort to defeat these five creatures, but as a child, I could defeat them so easily. If I hadn't been able to enter Super Saiyan now, I wouldn't know where to put my face. But I became confused again. Let’s not talk about the reason why I completely lost this memory but got it again at this moment. Let’s talk about this fighting power. With a Saiyan physique, even if I sleep for ten years, I will still make considerable progress. After such a long time, my fighting ability is still the same as before. So what is inhibiting my progress?

The sky gradually darkened, and the surrounding forest became eerie. From time to time, bright lights would burst out in the distance. Someone must be fighting, but at this moment, "I" seemed to no longer help, and I even clearly felt that " I” seemed to be hiding from those battles.

I'm really confused as a monk. You said that I just insisted on being a good person before, but now I won't help you. What the hell is this? Seeing that I seemed to have my own goals as a child, I felt anxious and didn’t know the answer, which was really uncomfortable.

"Almost."

I suddenly heard "I" whispering, and was startled. After all, I hadn't heard a word from "I" since I looked at it.

Images of the new reality hit my soul again. "I" actually danced!

"D... disco?" I widened my eyes and looked at "my" movements carefully, but I couldn't see any reason for it. There was neither a halo nor sparks around it, and it didn't look like it was about to burst out with any powerful combat power.

My motionlessness was in stark contrast to "my" wild dancing. It was a pity that no one would see this ridiculous scene.

I saw "I" actually danced. I couldn't seem to stop for a while, so I sat on the ground and watched quietly, hoping to observe any changes.

The night is getting late, and the sounds of fighting around us have become less. After all, no matter what kind of creature, it must take a break within a day. It cannot work like a perpetual motion machine. Whether it is a monster or the young men and women who set out with us, everyone needs to rest. Yes, the success rate of sneak attacks at night is very high, but the price is that they are easily defeated the next day. As a result, fighting at night was significantly reduced. The tranquility around me further highlighted my abnormality. Although there was no sound when dancing, it was very strange to neither carry out sneak attacks nor rest at this time.

Fortunately, I wasn't tired from watching the memory, so I sat aside and watched quietly, thinking that maybe observing what happened afterward would help me understand what "I" was doing.

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