Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 34: Tumbleweed Shoes, the Birth of the Pendulum, and the Direction to the South!

After eating and drinking, everyone started learning how to make shoes, and Broly also learned how to make them.

But his craftsmanship was a bit poor, and the vines and hair would always turn into a ball in his hands.

"Just put your feet in there, and it should be wearable."

Hei Tong commented on the shoes he made.

Broly tried them on and found that they were indeed wearable, but he was probably the only one who could wear such round shoes and move freely.

"Do you need help?"

Looking at the tumbleweed shoes on Broly's feet, even the youngest child would find it difficult to say that he needed help against his will.

"Brother Broly, I think it's better for me to make my own shoes."

"Well, if you need my help, you can call me."

Broly was a little disappointed. Maybe he shouldn't have made the shoes so early.

"Do you need help?"

Cornelia could see that he just wanted to find something to do, so she said, "If possible, Broly, can you help me scrape the vine bark?"

No one is skilled in making shoes, and if some vine barks are woven incorrectly, they basically have to use new ones to weave them again.

"no problem."

Broly picked up a knife and helped scrape the bark of the tree vines. This kind of collective handicraft work gave him the feeling of playing cat's tuck. In this kind of game, even if he just played a part, he could feel happy.

After experiencing a brief elementary school life in the Type-Moon world, Broly occasionally feels a feeling called loneliness on Planet Wampa.

Although he rarely expresses it, the feeling is there, and is now manifesting itself in a desire to feel more involved in group events.

So, he scraped a lot of vines, but in the end only a few were used, and the rest had to be burned as firewood.

. . . .

"You were knocked over by the wild kids that were purchased for selection. There shouldn't be anything wrong with my ears, right?"

"Mr. Nishimiya, there is a very powerful guy in there, with monstrous strength..."

"Stop, I'm not interested in how you were defeated. I only know that Minister Ernest gave you an order to set up an assassination department.

I have already complied with this order and sent you all the people, money and food that should be given to you, but you have brought bad news."

"My lack of strength has led to my ineffective work. I beg Your Excellency, Assistant Xigong, to forgive me, but I still hope to get some support to wash away this shame."

"Gozzi, you are also one of the four Rakshasa ghosts. If you can't even deal with this guy, then I think ordinary support is useless, right?"

"If possible, I would like to ask you to ask Minister Ernest for help on my behalf and ask him to send the other four Rakshasa ghosts for support."

Goziqi said, with gauze tied on his forehead.

"Gozzi, if you said that the rebels attacked you and hindered the establishment of the assassination department, I would mobilize the local army to support you without hesitation. But you said that it was because of a purchased child that caused your failure?"

"That's a monster. His strength is terrifying. I can guarantee this with my life."

"Okay, even if what you said is true, then what is the identity of the other party? Is he a rebel?"

"No."

"If that's not the case, then why would you ask me to help you get help? It doesn't matter if you embarrass yourself, but don't let me follow you and embarrass myself in front of Minister Ernest.

Now the empire needs people everywhere, and this time the Four Rakshasa Ghosts are responsible for the security and protection of the minister.

So, no one has time to help you regain the face you lost on a child, do you understand? "

"But that monster intercepted the assassin we had selected."

"The Empire doesn't keep useless people. I don't want to hear you complain about your difficulties. If there are any difficulties, just overcome them. To me, the result is always more important than the process. Similarly, what Minister Ernest wants is only the result of successfully forming an assassination team."

After being driven out of the palace, Goziqi's face looked a little ugly. If he had the ability to overcome difficulties alone, why would he come here with a smug look on his face to ask for help?

"That guy probably thinks we're here to make money," Bill said.

"A miser only cares about money."

Goziqi cursed.

"Forget it. This is the Empire. The more serious people are about their work, the more they will suffer."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to use death row prisoners for drug enhancement experiments and hypnosis manipulation. What about you? Are you still going to go find that monster?"

Gozzi remained silent. Even after cutting off the imperial weapon, he still couldn't hurt the other party. What could he do by looking for him again? He sighed.

"Just like you, I will train the six little brats first. The big guys above don't care, so I don't need to care too much."

"If you fail to complete the mission in the future, you will die."

Bill reminded.

"It's just a rotten life after all."

As an assassin, Goziqi knew very well the fate of assassins. It was almost impossible to die of old age in a turbulent era. Dying in a mission was a reality.

Fortunately, it takes time to train an assassin. Even if he performs badly, he can still have a few years of leisure. We will see then.

As for the little monster that made his face swollen, the empire is not worried about it, so what is he worried about?
As soon as I think about it, I suddenly feel that the world is vast.

A generation of demon sword assassin, because he encountered a monster, he reported it to his superiors, but his superiors didn't care, so he became a waste.

[My strength is not top-notch, but it is also first-rate. Even my full strength cannot harm this monster in the slightest. What will happen if it grows up? If such a monster is won over by the rebels, what will happen to the empire? Haha...]

Goziqi thought about it and invited the bald man next to him: "Would you like to go drink together?"

"No time, you're injured, drink less."

The bald man Bill said something and turned and left.

. . . .

After the vine shoes were made, the road became much easier to walk on, but perhaps the direction they wanted to go out was different from the place they came in from.

A group of people stayed in the Jifunola Sea Tree Forest, walking along a road created by energy cannons for three days before they reached the edge of the forest.

This is the western border of the empire, close to the Western Kingdom, separated by a dangerous swamp and mangrove area.

The brown-skinned girl showed a surprised expression after seeing the mangroves: "This is the hometown of Rivarina. I used to live in a place like this."

She was caught by a slave-catching team. Unexpectedly, she followed the team through the forest and returned to a familiar place.

Of course, this place is not her home yet, but with a reference, she knows the direction of her home.

"My father said that the red forest borders a giant tree forest to the north. There are many terrifying and dangerous species in that forest that we should not get close to. If this is the giant tree forest, then Rivarina's home should be a little further south."

Seeing the girl's excitement, Broly said, "Then let's go south again."

"Oh!"

The children agreed with him. The journey in the past few days had allowed their makeshift team to get used to each other, and everyone had faith in him as their big brother.

"Idiot, you're going the wrong direction. That's east."

Following Tsukushi's reminder, a group of children who had been led astray came back.

"One more time, we'll head south."

Somewhat awkwardly, Broly returned to the starting point and shouted again.

This time, the direction is right.

(End of this chapter)