Night fell, and a dim yellow light flickered inside Kame House.
The already modest circular dining table now looked like a volcano about to erupt.
Food was piled high in small mountains.
There was a steamed king crab the size of a washbasin, a whole roasted wild boar leg glistening golden with dripping fat, and white rice stacked like a pyramid.
Beside it sat a large pot of bubbling fresh fish soup.
This was the "luxurious dinner" Master Roshi had personally dived into the sea to prepare to welcome his disciples back.
"Let's eat!"
The moment those words left his mouth, the warm dinner atmosphere shattered and turned into a battlefield.
Yamcha, who had been stewing in frustration all afternoon, poured all his grief and indignation into his appetite.
He grabbed a massive crab and stuffed it directly into his mouth without even peeling the shell, chewing loudly with crunching sounds that made teeth ache.
"If I can't beat you in a fight, I sure won't lose to you in eating!"
He spoke through a mouthful of food.
His chopsticks blurred as he shoveled rice into his bowl at breakneck speed.
Krillin watched Yamcha's ravenous assault on the table but did not rush.
A faint blue light flickered in his eyes as [Genius Intellect] activated.
[Target: Roasted wild boar leg. Calories: 4500. Optimal entry point: Tendon connection at rear leg. Estimated bone removal time: 0.3 seconds. Chewing efficiency increased by 200%.]
He was no longer just a Martial Artist.
He was a precision energy conversion machine.
The side effect of the [Saitama Template] was hunger.
A terrifying hunger, as if every cell in his body were screaming for energy.
"Too slow."
Krillin moved.
His chopsticks traced a graceful arc, slipping through Yamcha's defensive net like a scalpel.
With a flick of his wrist—
Plop.
A large piece of the most tender, crisp-skinned lean meat separated cleanly from the bone and landed in Krillin's bowl.
"You!"
Yamcha stared in disbelief at the bare bone in his chopsticks.
"Eat more bones for calcium. Your bone density is a bit low," Krillin said with a smile as he placed the meat into his mouth and chewed twice before swallowing.
"Perfect doneness. Master Roshi's cooking is still the best."
"Bastard! That was mine!" Yamcha abandoned all table manners and lunged for the steamed fish.
"This is a world where the strong prey on the weak," Krillin replied calmly, blocking Yamcha's hand while his chopsticks shot out again, precisely claiming the plumpest pieces.
Their chopsticks clashed repeatedly over the plates, producing sharp metallic sounds like weapons colliding.
Rice grains flew everywhere. Even a fish bone landed on the face of the Turtle watching television, scaring it back into its shell.
Master Roshi sat at the head of the table, holding a wine glass.
Watching his two disciples fight like starving ghosts reincarnated, his eyelids twitched violently.
"Slow down… no one's fighting you for it…"
Before he finished speaking, the basin of rice, enough for ten burly adults, was already empty.
"Another bowl!"
"Me too! And more meat!"
They raised their bowls simultaneously.
Master Roshi stared at the spotless bowls, then at the empty rice cooker. A bead of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
This meal had been meant to last him two days.
In less than ten minutes, the table was reduced to fish bones, crab shells, and pig bones.
Especially Krillin. Was his stomach connected to another dimension?
Sure, he used to eat a lot, but never to this extent.
"Ahem… there's none left," Master Roshi said stiffly.
"None left?" Yamcha froze. "I'm only half full! How am I supposed to train like this?"
"Same here," Krillin said, patting his stomach.
It still felt like a bottomless pit. "Master Roshi, do you have any reserves? Even hardtack is fine."
Master Roshi said nothing.
He slowly pulled out a shriveled frog-shaped wallet from his robe.
With trembling hands, he turned it upside down.
Clink-clank.
A few lonely coins fell onto the table.
There was also a crumpled supermarket coupon with "Expired" printed on it.
The air grew silent.
Even the sound of the waves seemed mournful, as if grieving for Master Roshi's wallet.
"As Martial Artists, you must learn to endure hunger!" Master Roshi suddenly declared sternly.
"That's also part of training! How can you think about eating all day?"
"But Master Roshi, you're the one who said, 'Eat well, sleep well, train well,'" Krillin replied calmly.
"That was before!" Master Roshi roared. "Do you know how expensive rice is now? Do you know the gas bill has gone up?
Is it easy for an old man like me to save burial money?! If you keep eating like this, I'll have to sell Kame House tomorrow!"
Dust shook loose from the ceiling.
Krillin shrugged.
"Looks like we'll have to be self-sufficient. I'll go hunting tomorrow. I heard there are sea snakes nearby that look like dinosaurs. The meat might be tough, but there's plenty of it."
"I'm coming too!" Yamcha said immediately. "I'm going to catch that Tyrannosaurus Rex and roast it!"
Master Roshi did not look pleased.
A horrifying image appeared in his mind.
Goku.
The tailed brat who could eat an entire cow in one sitting.
If Goku returned too…
Three bottomless pits under one roof.
Master Roshi shuddered.
He imagined Kame House being eaten down to its foundation. He imagined himself begging on the streets.
"It's over…" He covered his face.
"I never should have taken on these gluttons as disciples. My pension… my bikini magazine fund… my retirement life…"
The night deepened.
The sea breeze grew cool.
Krillin lay on his familiar cot, listening to Yamcha's thunderous snores from the bunk above.
That guy talked tough, but he was truly exhausted.
Krillin remained awake.
Moonlight streamed through the window as he raised his hand and examined his palm.
The Gravity Wristband continuously applied double gravity, and the subtle pressure felt reassuring.
He could feel his strength increasing little by little.
Slow.
But unstoppable.
"Goku…" Krillin's lips curved slightly.
"I want you to see how strong I've become."
...
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