c13: Iron Saiyan Broly
Broly directly tagged the "Rasengan Master" in the group chat: "No need to continue, Naruto-nii, let's go to the next area. All the parasites here have already retreated."
The "Rasengan Master": "Huh?"
Naruto was puzzled, but after spending time with Broly, he had already realized that this quiet six-year-old possessed an almost instinctive combat awareness similar to how elite shinobi could sense killing intent.
So he subconsciously trusted his judgment and nodded: "Then where should we go next?"
The "Strongest Six-Year-Old": "Tokyo. It's the most populated and complex city in this country.
According to the behavioral patterns of parasites in the Parasyte world, they tend to gather in areas where they can maximize control over society politics, medicine, and economy.
That means their core leadership is very likely concentrated there.
Some of them must have already evacuated to Tokyo after what happened last night, so we'll head there next.
Send me your location, and I'll bring you over."
The "Rasengan Master": "Ah? Okay."
Although Naruto didn't quite understand what Broly meant by "bringing him over," he still sent his location without hesitation.
At the same time, he began dispersing his shadow clones one by one, their memories flowing back to him, allowing him to quickly gather all the information they had collected.
Meanwhile, Broly walked toward Su Xiaoyou's room.
Unlike Naruto, she wasn't in a condition to move freely.
From Broly's perception, her kithough much weaker than his.was fluctuating irregularly, showing clear signs of physical strain. For someone who had just broken through her limits in battle, this kind of instability could be dangerous.
Leaving her alone in such a state was not an option.
Inside the room, Su Xiaoyou lay on the bed, her complexion slightly pale.
She had entered a physically weakened state.
Despite being a martial artist who had endured over a dozen near-fatal injuries from parasitic creatures without crying, this internal condition made her far more uncomfortable than external wounds.
Her breathing was uneven, and the dull pain in her abdomen came in waves, making it difficult for her to even gather strength.
Her eyes, usually bright and energetic, were now slightly moist, giving her a fragile and vulnerable appearance completely different from her usual self.
Broly, as someone who retained memories from his previous life, understood the situation immediately.
More importantly, as a Saiyan, he was extremely sensitive to fluctuations in life force, what humans would call stamina or vitality, but in the Dragon Ball world was closely tied to ki stability.
Right now, Su Xiaoyou's condition was similar to someone whose energy flow had become temporarily disordered.
Although it wasn't dangerous, it required rest.
Broly paused for a moment, recalling what he had learned in his previous life.
Then he walked in, carrying a large cup of warm water.
He knocked lightly before entering, his tone unusually gentle compared to his usual calm demeanor:
"Xiaoyou, how are you feeling?"
"I checked earlier… you should replenish fluids and rest more."
For some reason, hearing such a straightforward and almost textbook-like line made Su Xiaoyou feel a strange surge of irritation.
She didn't know why.but the phrase itself just felt… annoying.
It was as if all the discomfort in her body suddenly had somewhere to go.
But when she looked at Broly, a small serious-looking child with a Saiyan tail, standing there earnestly holding a cup, the irritation in her chest softened instantly.
She couldn't direct that frustration at him.
Not only because he wasn't the source of it, but also because… he was genuinely trying to help.
In fact, recalling his performance from the previous night
That overwhelming strength, the way he eliminated parasites with effortless punches, and the calm control he displayed while restraining his power
He was nothing like an ordinary child.
More like a restrained version of Broly before losing control of his power.
"Thank you, Broly…"
Su Xiaoyou spoke softly, her voice slightly hoarse.
"You can put it there… I'll drink it later."
Her tone was much gentler than expected, though a hint of fatigue could not be concealed.
Broly nodded, placing the cup carefully beside her bed.
At the same time, he subconsciously restrained his own aura.
Even without transforming, the natural leakage of a Saiyan's ki—especially someone like him could unintentionally put pressure on others.
Right now, what she needed wasn't strength.
It was stability.
And for the first time since arriving in this world, Broly consciously chose to suppress his power not for battle…
but for someone else.
Broly nodded, then, to Su Xiaoyou's bewildered gaze, took out a bottle of hemostatic medicine and a band-aid from his pocket: "Sister Xiaoyou, remember to use these after you rest, don't forget."
Hearing Broly's words, Su Xiaoyou's eyes widened, her breathing became rapid, and her chest rose and fell noticeably. Pointing at the hemostatic medicine and bandage Broly had taken out, her lips trembled: "I...I..."
At this point, Su Xiaoyou could no longer suppress her irritation. Combined with her current physical discomfort, her emotions instantly surged to the brink.
Use it where?
Did he mean… there?!
...
Just as she was about to explode, she saw Broly's serious yet innocent expression, along with the Saiyan tail behind him swaying slightly—a natural reaction to his calm emotional state.
She immediately realized that he truly didn't understand and wasn't teasing her. Most likely, he had misunderstood some fragmented advice from his previous life.
Her anger dissipated halfway, leaving only helplessness.
She reached out and gently patted his head, her tone soft but tired: "Broly, thank you. I just need to rest for a while."
Broly nodded, but did not forget the main reason he came in: "Then, Sister Xiaoyou, rest well. We'll be leaving in about half an hour."
Su Xiaoyou held her abdomen and slowly sat up: "What happened?"
After Broly explained the situation about the parasites retreating, their exposure, and the high probability of an imminent large-scale responseSu Xiaoyou's expression gradually became serious.
Enduring the discomfort, she forced herself to get out of bed, picked up the cup, and drank some warm water, but ignored the hemostatic medicine completely.
A small question mark seemed to appear over Broly's head.
From his understanding, injuries required treatment, this was basic logic.
"Sister Xiaoyou, you didn't take the medicine, and… that bandage won't be useful?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.
Su Xiaoyou decisively ignored that part of the conversation. She crouched down slightly to meet his eyes and said, "Broly, go wait outside. I'll be ready soon."
Broly tilted his head slightly, but didn't press further. He could sense her ki stabilizing slightly, so he simply nodded and walked out.
After he left, Su Xiaoyou quickly applied two heat packs to her lower abdomen, then added an extra layer of clothing to keep the warmth in and suppress the physical strain affecting her movements.
A martial artist's body could endure injuries, but internal imbalance still required proper management.
After finishing her preparations, she grabbed her alloy staff and walked out.
Her expression had already returned to its usual decisiveness.
Even Broly, who was used to battle-hardened Saiyan instincts, couldn't help but feel a slight pause.
"This woman is ruthless…"
he thought silently.
"Let's leave immediately. The longer we stay here, the more dangerous it becomes," Su Xiaoyou said, her voice still slightly weak but firm.
Broly shook his head calmly: "No need. I'll take you there."
Before she could react, Broly stepped forward, lifted her effortlessly, and leaped out of the window.
In the next instant they were already airborne.
A series of startled screams echoed faintly from below as pedestrians caught glimpses of figures suddenly rising into the sky.
As early as the previous night, Broly had already regained partial control over his ki.
Although still far from perfect, he could now regulate his energy output to extremely fine levels down to a fraction as small as one ten-thousandth preventing uncontrolled destruction.
This level of control allowed him to utilize fundamental techniques from the Dragon Ball world:
Flight, achieved by manipulating ki to counter gravity, and
Energy Barrier, a defensive layer formed by condensing ki around the body.
A faint green aura enveloped both of them.
The barrier neutralized air resistance and pressure, ensuring that Su Xiaoyou whose body was far weaker than his would not be harmed during high-speed movement.
To Broly, such environmental factors were negligible.
To her, they could be fatal.
...
At this point, concealment was meaningless.
Their existence had already been exposed.
Whether parasites or humans, once faced with an unknown and uncontrollable threat, their instinctive response would be escalation.
Missiles, heavy weapons even more extreme measures could be deployed.
Broly knew that conventional weapons posed no real threat to him.
In the Dragon Ball power system, once a warrior surpassed a certain threshold, physical durability naturally scaled alongside attack power.
However…
Nuclear weapons were different.
Even though he had never faced one, their destructive scale was widely acknowledged as humanity's ultimate weapon.
He could not yet guarantee complete immunity.
And more importantly
If such weapons were used, the consequences would extend far beyond just him.
Entire cities would be destroyed.
Countless innocent lives would be lost.
That was not something he wanted.
Therefore, the only viable approach was speed.
Eliminate the core decision-makers the parasite leadership embedded within human society before they could escalate the situation further.
Even if that meant some unavoidable collateral damage.
Because at this stage, hesitation would only lead to greater destruction.
Broly accelerated.
In just a few seconds, he located Naruto based on the ki signature he had already memorized.
Without slowing down, he grabbed Naruto as well and continued flying forward.
Naruto froze for a moment.
Then his eyes widened.
"You weren't kidding?! We're actually flying?!"
Protected within the energy barrier, he felt no wind pressure at all—only the sensation of weightlessness and speed.
The fear lasted less than a second.
It was immediately replaced by overwhelming excitement.
"Hahaha! This is amazing! I can fly before even becoming Hokage!"
Naruto shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the air as he flailed slightly in midair.
Compared to him, Su Xiaoyou was much quieter but the shock in her eyes was no less intense.
Ki control.
Flight.
Barrier techniques.
These were abilities that only high-level martial artists in the Dragon Ball world could master.
And yet, this six-year-old Saiyan child had already begun to grasp them.
As expected of Broly.
A monster born with power far beyond normal limits.
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