Dragon Ball Human

That night, the entire marshland appeared dark and eerie.

Yamiru had prepared two large wooden planks, each with a small hole carved on the edge. He had tied them together using long nylon steel wires, with the other ends securely fastened around his waist.

After taking a few steps through the muddy land, Yamiru's foot suddenly lightened, and half of his leg sank into the marsh.

He quickly pulled his foot back, scanning the surroundings to find a path around the area, and continued moving forward.

Only when there was no way around it would he throw one of the large wooden planks onto the marsh surface, step on it, and then throw another plank forward. Yamiru had always felt that after his journey to this world, his body had become smaller, making everything a bit inconvenient. However, he now realized that having a smaller body did have its advantages.

His light build allowed him to step on the large wooden planks as if walking on solid ground.

As he traveled, Yamiru occasionally glanced over his shoulder with the corner of his eye.

At this hour, the darkness of night made it hard to see clearly, and his subtle glances were well-hidden. Even if a Namekian were to arrive, they would not have noticed his movements. Soon enough, Yamiru caught a glimpse of someone following him at a distance. It was likely because of the darkness and the marshy terrain that the person, fearing they would lose sight of him, had shortened the gap between them.

Yamiru's eyes flickered with golden light, and he quickly spotted a large rock ahead that seemed to match his size.

He leapt off the wooden planks, untied the rope around his waist, and then, walking on tiptoes, made his way to the rock. He tied the rope to it, bent down, and lifted the large stone with ease. After positioning himself carefully, he threw the stone in a flat arc, ensuring it landed close to the surface of the marsh, bringing the wooden plank down into the muck.

Yamiru kicked off one of his cloth shoes, which sank into the marsh with a soft splash.

He then crouched, hiding himself quietly.

With his sharp eyes, he could clearly see, under the faint starlight, the large wooden plank sinking into the marsh like a toppled Titanic, tethered to the stone by the rope.

Yamiru lay in a pile of weeds, breathing softly as if he were a stone.

Then, he even closed his eyes, listening to the thumping sound of his heartbeat in his chest. He now felt that the area within a hundred meters was eerily silent, as if it were a graveyard.

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Suddenly, a faint sound echoed through the graveyard. It was the sound of footsteps on the soft ground.

The figure was large, and with their heavy weight, moving through the marshy terrain would be even more troublesome than for the lighter Yamiru.

Soon, the footsteps grew so close it felt like they were right next to him.

Then, they stopped.

At the same time, a man's dull voice uttered a "huh?"

Yamiru, hiding behind the pile of grass, slowly opened a slit in his eyes. His sharp eyes observed ahead, and sure enough, he saw the tall figure crouching beside the marsh, reaching out to pull the large wooden plank, which had sunk halfway.

Gululu, gululu.

As the tall figure pulled on the rope, the large stone in the marsh mud created a muffled, dirty sound.

Unknowingly, Yamiru had already stepped silently across the muddy ground, following the sound until he was behind the tall figure.

Throughout the entire process, his face remained expressionless, his breath suppressed, and his golden eyes glinted like those of a ghost, moving without a sound. At this moment, he crouched low and crept up behind the person he had been tracking. As he did so, the tall figure continued to tug at the rope, and finally, the other end was pulled from the marsh surface. To the figure's surprise, it seemed to be a stone!

The tracker's expression changed. He realized something was wrong—he'd been tricked!

Yamiru raised his foot and delivered a swift kick!

The force of his kick was enough to send even a bear rolling away. Kicking this man, of course, sent him flying, and he landed with a loud splash, headfirst into the marsh muck.

The tall figure struggled and thrashed in the muddy swamp, becoming a huge, muddy mess.

Yamiru didn't bother with him for now. He first collected the two large wooden planks from the mud.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh…" The struggling figure grabbed the nylon steel rope attached to the wooden planks with his muddy hands. Despite the muck, he opened his eyes with effort, snorted through his nose, took a deep breath, and shouted, "No!" But as soon as he saw Yamiru standing above him, his words caught in his throat. He instinctively swallowed hard and fell silent, the rest of his sentence vanishing into nothingness.

Yamiru, barefoot on one foot, crouched down. One hand held the wooden plank while the other took out the sword Ball. With a flick, the sword extended, its blade pressing against the long rope the sinking man was desperately holding onto in the marsh.

He asked, "What do you mean by 'don't'?"

The man tried to speak. "Don't... Kil me?"

"I've noticed that all the bad guys in this world love to run their mouths," Yamiru remarked with a sigh, swinging his sword to cut the rope.

With the long blade, he flicked the two large wooden planks into the air, landing them on solid ground behind him.

Without any help, the man began sinking faster into the marsh. He looked even more desperate, trying to crawl toward Yamiru, stretching his hand forward to grab something. But before he could get far, the tip of Yamiru's sword suddenly pointed right in front of his nose, only a millimeter away.

"If you don't want to sink, hold onto this," Yamiru said, holding out the back of his sword.

The man, fearing for his life, carefully grabbed the back of the sword.

Yamiru continued, "You saw how easily I cut the rope earlier, how tough it was, and how simple it was for me to slice it. If I just turn the blade a little, your hands will be gone."

The man, nearly half-submerged in the swamp, nodded in agreement.

Yamiru asked, "So here's the deal. I'm going to ask you some questions, and you better answer truthfully. If you lie or get it wrong..."

The man, desperate, realized there was no good outcome no matter what he said. Still, survival instinct made him nod.

"Who are you? Why are you following me? Where are you from?" Yamiru asked in rapid succession. Then he added, "This is a multiple-choice question. Pick the one that's most straightforward and effective. Of course, if you must..." He rambled, trying to calm his pounding heart. It was his first time doing something like this, and he was nervous, but at least he hadn't messed up yet.

"I...," the man holding the sword sighed in resignation. "I'm from the Red Ribbon Army..."

He thought to himself, this answer would provoke the least hostility. If he only gave this response, there would still be room for explanation later. This kid was strong and had strange eyes that seemed to contain some kind of superpower, but in the end, he was still just a child. Once he caught his breath, he'd find a way to trick the brat.

Yamiru muttered, "The Red Ribbon Army..."

He remembered what Delat had said to him earlier. Then, he closed his eyes, thrust the sword forward, and with a swift motion, drove the blade through the man's head, piercing it cleanly from the nose to the back of the skull, ending his life.

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