Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 546 The Shadow Queen Incident (Part 1)

"True".

"What's wrong, Broly?"

"Does Dad need that spellbook now?"

Broly, who was going downstairs, asked the big guy Tru.

"I don't think so. Master didn't bring the complete book of spells into the room."

"Can I take a look at it?"

"Those are all in classical Chinese; you definitely wouldn't understand them without a translation."

"It's okay, I just wanted to see the picture on the cover."

"Alright then, it's on the bookshelf in the study."

Tru pointed out the location of the spellbook to Broly and then continued sweeping.

Broly went to the study, took out the spellbook, and used a colored pen to draw a demon mark on his palm that looked just like the one on Jade's ankle.

"The Shadow Legion, come before me."

After doing all this, Broly returned to his rented room and tried to give orders.

The shadows in the room twisted, and a group of Shadow Legion ninjas quickly appeared in front of him.

Similarly, he knelt on one knee before him.

“Unlike water element, my aura is merely used as a starting point, while the continued existence of these ninja soldiers is maintained by another force—dark and cold, just like the color on their bodies. Is it a dark attribute power? Go back, come out…”

Broly ordered the ninja soldiers to move in and out of the shadows, and soon discovered that the hidden dark power was trying to merge into his body by following the mark on his palm.

To describe it specifically, this force is somewhat like a parasite of an energy body, but because its power is so weak relative to its own energy, it feels somewhat like it has nowhere to settle down and cannot take root.

"But what if I accept it willingly?"

Broly thought about it for a moment, then tried it out by opening a gap to let the power in.

After this power merged with his own energy, Broly felt like he was about to eat something.

Other than that, I didn't feel anything else.

Oh no, that's not right. Upon closer inspection, Broly realized that his aura had been taken away.

Although the amount is very small, it is indeed being lost.

The ones who seem to have been lost are the group of ninjas that he summoned.

It seemed that his own energy had strengthened the group of ninjas, though it wasn't something he did intentionally.

"Let more ninjas come out."

Broly gave the order again and soon found himself seemingly able to sense the trajectory of a deeper level of shadow power.

There seem to be some traces of a rather complex copying spell here.

"No wonder you ninjas all look the same, you're all just copies of the same template, energy summoning units created by copying each other!"

Just as Broly finished speaking, some ninja soldiers jumped in through the window and knelt in front of him, offering him food such as cola, chicken wings, fries, and hamburgers with both hands.

"Hey, can you even sense my thoughts and act accordingly? By the way, did you give money to someone else for the things you took?"

Broly asked the question, and a ninja soldier took some money from under his pillow and silently jumped out of the window.

"You didn't give me anything at all!"

"No, I gave them to them; they're clearly right here."

At a burger joint, employees and customers are arguing over a mysteriously missing meal.

"Then tell me, besides a stack of US dollars, what else is on this plate?!"

The customer pointed at the plate and angrily shouted, but he quickly realized, "A stack of US dollars?!"

"Uh, I think I must have remembered it wrong."

"No, no, no, you must be right. I'm the one who's mistaken. I've already eaten. Here, this is the bill and your tip. The rest is mine."

The ninja silently retreated from the rooftop, while Broly, inside the room, watched the ninja return after going out to pay the bill, his feelings somewhat complicated.

"This thing doesn't seem to be very intelligent."

He ordered a Western fast food meal, but the other person took all the loose change from under his pillow and paid nearly two hundred US dollars.

"No, no, no, I don't need you to get it back."

In addition, their sensitivity to their own thoughts seems to be a bit too high; the moment a thought flashes through their mind, the ninja soldiers are already preparing to act.

But Xiaoyu's ninja soldiers clearly need Xiaoyu to give them instructions before they can be commanded. Is it because my aura is connected to them?
Broly thought for a moment and then severed the connection between his ki and the ninja soldiers. After losing contact, he tried to get them to leave, but the ninjas in the room just stared at him silently, as if waiting for their new master's command.

While eating his hamburger, Broly began to study the ninja soldier summoning and control system, as well as the possible effects of this control and summoning on him.

This research took place all night, and at dawn, he would wash up and go out to find Xiaoyu.

"Broly, please keep a close eye on Jade at school. Make sure she doesn't cause any trouble, especially things like summoning the Shadow Legion to show off."

In front of the antique shop, Jackie Chan was a little worried about Jade's condition, so he gave Broly some instructions.

Compared to his niece's occasional unreliability, the Saiyan boy is much more reliable; at least Jackie Chan is more willing to believe Broly.

"Uncle Long, I would never do such a thing!"

Xiaoyu was a little angry. She felt that her uncle was treating her like a child, even though she was indeed a child at the middle school level.

However, what children of this age hate most is being treated like children, especially since Xiaoyu's physical development is slower than most children her age.

"No problem, I'll keep an eye on Xiaoyu."

Broly nodded in agreement.

"Broly, why are you like this too?"

Xiaoyu looked over with great dissatisfaction, and her temper seemed to be a bit more fiery than usual.

"Alright, come with me, I have something good to show you."

Broly knew this was the effect of the mark, amplifying some of the owner's desires and emotions, especially the negative ones.

What are you going to show me?

Xiaoyu's curiosity was piqued, and after they were out of Jackie Chan's sight at the antique shop entrance, Broly opened his right hand to Xiaoyu, revealing the same mark on his palm.

"Oh, Broly, you've also tattooed a demon mark on yourself?"

"Mine is also a painting."

"So you can command the Shadow Legion now?"

Xiaoyu was very excited. Broly's act of also drawing the devil mark made her feel like her friend was doing the same thing as her, sharing the same boat.

"Yes, I can command them, and I have discovered some drawbacks of this mark."

"What's the disadvantage?"

"The more we use it, the more the power of the shadow will affect our inner world, amplifying our inner emotions."

"This doesn't sound like a big problem."

"It's really not a big problem, as long as you learn to control your emotions."

Broly nodded, agreeing with Tama's assessment that it wasn't a big problem, because the impact of this thing was indeed less significant than the Saiyan superhuman instincts that had affected him as a child. "Then can we summon ninjas at school?"

Xiaoyu asked the question, and Jackie Chan was right about his niece; Xiaoyu did indeed want to show off in front of her classmates.

"I'm afraid that won't work, because I promised Jackie Chan I'd keep an eye on you at school."

Broly's words left Xiaoyu feeling down.

"However, after school, we might have a ninja battle in the park."

But his next words made the girl happy again.

"I'm already looking forward to the end of school even before I start school."

. . . .

Time flies, and soon it was noon.

Several uninvited guests entered the ventilation ducts of Zone 13, the world's safest district.

These uninvited guests were none other than the Black Hand Gang trio and Black Tiger Afu, who had been shrunk by the Holy Lord's magic spell.

"I feel like we're the rats."

"It's still a rat carrying a fake talisman."

“I don’t understand why the Holy Lord made us bring fake talismans. All we needed to do was take the real talismans.”

“I think I know the reason. The Holy Lord is probably afraid that if he takes the talisman, the people of District 13 will find out and District 13 might send Broly to deal with us.”

That's why He wanted us to bring in these fake talismans to replace the real ones, so that the theft of the talismans wouldn't be discovered.

"Lasu, when did your brain become so sharp?"

"Thank you for the compliment. Wait, are you saying I'm not very bright usually?"

"Stop talking nonsense, you guys, hold the rope tight, I'm going down!"

In the room in District 13 where the talismans were stored, Black Tiger Afu emerged from the ventilation duct.

"The osprey swoops down!"

He muttered some lewd remarks under his breath, then jumped down from the narrow ventilation duct opening. The rope stopped in front of the bulletproof glass. Afu took out a diamond from his pocket, drew a circle on the glass, and then swung around, kicking the circled area repeatedly.

In the room filled with numerous laser devices, there was conspicuously no sensor device installed inside the bulletproof glass enclosure. It's unclear whether this was due to carelessness or a deliberate loophole, allowing a girl who could use the stairs and password to easily obtain the talisman.

In short, it has now become a loophole that allowed the Black Hand Gang and others to obtain the talisman. Ah Fu climbed onto the chicken talisman and then flew up by stepping on it.

"First, there's the Ox Talisman, which gives me immense strength."

With a creaking sound, the narrow ventilation duct was torn open, and the incredibly strong Afu quickly moved all the fake talismans down through the opening and then moved all the real talismans up.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to use the horse talisman to repair the broken glass cover and the torn ventilation duct opening.

“Broly, I don’t think you eat too much, I just think you eat too much at every meal, which is not good for your health.”

Broly, who had come to District 13 for lunch again, was accompanied by Sheriff Black as they left District 13.

"But I'm only 80% full."

"The nutritionist's advice is that people should only eat until they are 70% full."

The Black Hand gang members held their breath and hid at the exit of the ventilation duct, not daring to make a sound.

Broly glanced at the pipe and sensed some gas, but assuming it was a rat, he didn't pay much attention.

"I'm going back to school."

Only after Broly, who had come to District 13 for a free meal, left did the Mafia members dare to go out with the talisman.

They rushed back to their car by the roadside, used a potion to restore their body size, and then hurriedly drove back to their new secret base.

The Holy Lord was pleased to see that they had successfully returned with the talisman, so he gave Rasu and the others a new task, which turned out to be to secretly take a full-body photo of Broly.

"Damn it, we're going to get caught taking pictures! We're definitely going to be discovered!"

Lasu and the others, who were holding cameras, were quite confused. They felt that taking pictures of Broly was more dangerous than stealing the talisman.

"Perhaps we can hire someone to take his picture for us."

. . . .

In the afternoon, after school, Xiaoyu took Broly to the park, but they were stopped by a young man she didn't know on the way.

"What are you going to do?"

Xiaoyu looked at the guy in front of her with some hostility, the one who was blocking her from playing the Ninja Wars game.

"Please don't misunderstand, I mean no harm. My name is Green Wright, and I'm a street photographer. I noticed that you two have a great sense of the camera, so I was wondering if you'd like to take a picture with me."

Is there a fee?

Xiaoyu asked warily.

"That's free, of course, but I need the right to use the photos for free."

“You have good taste, Broly. Let’s take a picture.”

Broly did not refuse.

"Then, for those of you who run from one end of the street to the other, and walk home together after school, I'll quickly snap a picture of you."

A street photographer named Green Wright directed the camera as Xiaoyu pulled Broly over, frantically pressing the shutter button.

He was indeed a street photographer, and finding that his photos were quite good, he took the best one, printed it out, and handed it to Xiaoyu.

After saying goodbye to the two children, the photographer turned into a nearby alley to meet with the gang members: "As you requested, I took a picture of that child. You're not kidnappers, are you?"

"What? We kidnapped Broly? Are you kidding me?"

"Actually, we are that child's uncles. His birthday is coming up soon, and we plan to prepare a special birthday gift for him."

"OK then."

He glanced at the Black Hand Gang members with some suspicion, but after receiving a generous reward from Ah Fen, the street photographer accepted the explanation.

Broly was unaware that he had brushed past the Black Hand gang twice. One reason was that he didn't remember the Black Hand gang's aura, and another reason was that he didn't spread his aura perception too much.

He and Xiaoyu arrived at the park, but there weren't many people there in the afternoon. They even found a secluded corner and summoned their ninja squads to begin a battle between the two sides.

The fights were spectacular because each ninja soldier possessed considerable taijutsu skills, and the method of recording combat techniques should be similar to the water element mimicry recording.

"Why are your ninjas stronger than mine when the numbers are the same?"

After playing for about half an hour, Xiaoyu's ninja team was defeated, which puzzled her.

"Because these ninjas can be amplified by our own ki, and my ki is stronger than yours, so my ninjas are stronger than yours."

"Well, it seems I need to work on my internal energy more."

Xiaoyu didn't feel dejected at all because the ninja she controlled was defeated. On the contrary, she had a direction to improve the strength of the ninja soldiers, which motivated her even more.

"Xiaoyu, the cleansing potion is ready. Come over here and wash off the demon mark on your leg."

It wasn't until they returned to her father's antique shop and saw him take out medicine to wash off the mark on her leg that Xiaoyu reacted somewhat excessively: "No, Dad, I don't want to wash it off."

　There will be another chapter at midnight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)