Dragon Ball Human

Killing the Rabbit Gang leaders was because of their crimes that enraged both man and god. Not killing them would have been a betrayal of humanity.

But killing this Red Ribbon Army soldier, it was only because of his identity and stance...

"However, even though the Red Ribbon Army members may not be as cannibalistic or manipulative as those Rabbit Gang members, the lives they've taken are probably far greater than the Rabbit Gang's. Since you acknowledge your identity as part of the Red Ribbon Army, the sins they committed and the retribution they've earned have now fallen upon you, and you can't blame me," Yamiru muttered. He then opened his eyes and saw that the head, once enveloped in muddy sludge from his sword, had finally fallen silent.

It was strange. When he struck down the Rabbit Gang leader, his blood was boiling with rage, leaving no room for fear. But when killing this person, he was calm and composed, the eerie and oppressive surroundings further setting the scene. Any normal person would have felt fear in such an atmosphere, in such a situation, taking the life of another.

Yet, after the deed was done, he felt none.

"Has my heart grown cold, or have I become stronger..." Yamiru thought.

He turned the sword in his hand, cutting horizontally from the right ear of the man's head. Immediately, blood splattered out from the crack in the skull.

In the vast swamp, there was probably only him left alive.

Yamiru slowly stood, the blood-dripping sword in hand, and looked up at the pale crescent moon above.

"So, from now on, I can never use 'I am just an ordinary person' as an excuse for weakness," he murmured.

His fiery golden eyes locked on the crescent moon, silently contemplating.

The warmth in his eyes didn't diminish in the slightest.

In this desolate and empty place, the ever-burning Golden Veil gave Yamiru an intangible comfort, making him realize that, at least, he wasn't on the wrong path.

Yamiru admitted that he was someone with a lot of emotions, but he didn't see that as a flaw. Being emotional meant he had a rich heart, and that was always better than being cold and indifferent. However, if one were overly emotional, it could be problematic, leading to distractions and potential risks. Yamiru had considered this. This was also one of the benefits of being emotional—he often self-reflected and felt that he was imperfect, riddled with flaws. It made him more aware of potential pitfalls in his mind, allowing him to self-correct.

Perhaps, in a way, his Fire Eyes were the manifestation of this personality, a higher self that could constantly observe him.

Even though Yamiru had named them Golden Veil because of their ability to see through deception(A fake Veil) and their color, perhaps a more fitting name would be "Divine Whip".

A whip of both divine power and discipline.

With a firm grip, Yamiru pulled his sword back, transforming it back into the Ball, which he then tucked away into his bag.

He snapped back to reality and, using a rope as a tool, worked hard to pull the Red Ribbon soldier out of the swamp. As he tugged, there was a "pop" sound, as if... well, never mind, that comparison was a bit too gross to make.

"Ah! I should have asked earlier…" Yamiru suddenly realized, feeling a bit regretful. "Why were these Red Ribbon Army guys following me? And just following, not attacking. It's so strange. I haven't provoked any terrorists, have I? Even though I ruined their Rabbit Gang business before, captured a few of their men… but they were all taken away by Delat. What does it have to do with me? And now they're following me. So weird!"

After thinking for a moment, Yamiru began to search through the man's belongings.

However, the guy had just been dragged out of the swamp, covered head to toe in mud that would make you want to blur it out. Yamiru hesitated but decided to endure the disgust and rummaged through his things.

Unbuckling his clothes...

He found a pair of night-vision binoculars. After rinsing them off with water, he put them away.

"Right!" Yamiru suddenly thought. "My Fire Eyes are all bright and flashy, nice to look at, but a bit attention-grabbing. Maybe I should get a pair of sunglasses? Haha, wearing sunglasses at night... but with my current vision, as long as there's some moonlight or starlight, it's not a problem."

Next, he found a box of compressed rations. Ugh. Thinking about how this person had just been soaking in a swamp pit that was as bad as a latrine… disgusting, so he threw it away.

Yamiru stripped the defeated man clean.

He couldn't help but pause and think, "...Am I a pervert? Why do I always end up stripping people?"

But his inspection of the spoils didn't stop.

He guessed that a solo agent from the Red Ribbon Army would probably have some capsules on him.

Yamiru didn't need guns, planes, or any of that, but perhaps there would be some Red Ribbon Army-specific gadgets, like the black tech stuff from 007 or Ethan Hunt... With this hope, he indeed found a rectangular box in the man's belongings, black in color, with the Red Ribbon Army logo on it, clearly trying to flaunt their status as notorious terrorists.

"I wonder what these capsules are?" Yamiru felt the kind of nervous excitement you get when gambling for rare skins in a game.

As he reached to open the capsule box, he noticed that his finger on the surface of the box caused a glow to appear in response to his fingerprint. Then, two rapid beeps sounded from inside the box. Yamiru frowned, and in that instant, he felt the box's temperature rising sharply in his palm. He instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and quickly tossed the box.

Just a few meters into the air, the box exploded into a huge flash of light.

"Boom!"

The capsule box exploded from the inside, and the explosion was quite loud.

Thick black smoke rose and spread everywhere, filling Yamiru's face and making him cough uncontrollably. His eyes burned and watered, causing discomfort as he tried to clear his vision.

"Cough, cough. So the Red Ribbon Army guys are this sneaky?" Yamiru took out some clean water and rinsed his eyes. The cool sensation relieved his irritated eyeballs. Annoyed, he muttered, "Just a few capsules, so petty! But I've never seen any fingerprint tech in the originals work... Looks like I need to stop relying on those stereotypical anime/manga impressions. If that explosion had been stronger, I probably wouldn't even have had time to grab the Senzu Beans... in the middle of nowhere, that'd be a miserable way to die."

He cursed his bad luck a few more times before getting his things together and continuing on his journey.

Without the annoying tailing, Yamiru felt much more at ease, walking with a renewed energy. Soon, he left the swampy area behind and proceeded along the designated route.

Meanwhile, back with the Red Ribbon Army, Blue was fuming as he listened to the dial tone on the landline. Beep, beep, beep, beep... no one was picking up.

"Bang!"

He slammed the receiver down, furious, "Useless! What a disgrace!"

In the following days, Yamiru's journey seemed uneventful.

In fact, this was the kind of routine that should have characterized his long travels. As time passed, Yamiru's survival skills in the wilderness improved, and he found himself needing less help from others. He could continue toward his destination on his own. The journey was long, and the only company Yamiru had was the dullness of solitude. Oddly enough, he found himself enjoying this loneliness.

Sometimes, he would walk along a desolate highway, sometimes for two whole days. When he was hungry or thirsty, he'd sit by the side of the road, drinking water and eating dry rations, idly watching the surroundings and slowly appreciating the barren beauty of the landscape. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he often thought of a scene from Shaolin Soccer, where the character with the powerful "Golden Leg" sat cross-legged on a deserted rooftop.

He felt that sitting alone in the vast wilderness, beside a never-ending winding road, must look incredibly cool. And if there was a camera, pulling back for a wide shot, it would definitely have an artistic feel to it, something straight out of a painting. The thought made eating dry rations feel a lot more enjoyable.