Dragon Ball Human

Yamiru removed the wolf-skin shoes from his feet, immediately feeling the biting cold that made his toes curl instinctively. With swift, nimble movements, he climbed up a nearby tree and concealed himself among its dense branches.

Before long, a small squad of Red Ribbon Army soldiers approached, their formation spread out in a line as they carefully swept the area with their weapons at the ready.

Perched silently above, Yamiru's Fire-Eye Vision glinted even brighter in the soft morning light. He observed the soldiers with a cold, calculating gaze. Suddenly, his eyes met those of one of the Red Ribbon soldiers, who was about ten meters away.

Yamiru's pupils contracted, and the blade of his Sword Ball extended in an instant, ready to be thrown and pierce through the soldier's heart.

But he stopped.

The soldier who had spotted him was the very same person who had unlocked the door and let him escape earlier.

The Red Ribbon soldier, noticing Yamiru's intense gaze, quickly raised a single finger to his lips, signaling for silence. Then, he shook his head frantically as if to urge Yamiru not to make a move. Acting as though nothing had happened, the soldier adjusted his weapon and continued forward.

Yamiru hesitated for a moment. Could this guy actually be a good person? His musings were interrupted as another Red Ribbon soldier passed directly beneath the tree.

"Huh?"

The soldier below had spotted something—Yamiru's bloodied wolf-skin shoes lying discarded on the ground.

It didn't matter. The ones who needed to die would still die.

Yamiru gripped his blade tightly and leaped silently from the tree. With one swift slash, he brought the weapon down on the soldier who had just picked up the wolf-skin. A faint red line appeared, running from the top of the soldier's head down to his legs.

"Who's there?!"

Startled by the sound of Yamiru landing behind him, the Red Ribbon soldier dropped the wolf-skin and tried to turn around with his gun at the ready.

But something was wrong.

The soldier's movement felt sluggish, as though invisible hands were holding him back, pulling at his body from either side. In a moment of sheer terror, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection—his left eye saw his right, and his right eye saw his left.

"What's happening... Why... why are there two of me falling...?"

Thud. Thud.

Two halves of the soldier's body collapsed onto the ground, spilling blood that soaked into the discarded wolf-skin below.

Yamiru had already vanished.

The other soldiers quickly discovered their comrade's gruesome demise.

Panic spread through their ranks as they regrouped defensively. Among them, the soldier who had seen Yamiru earlier wore a bitter expression, despair written all over his face.

"Why couldn't he just stay hidden?" he thought, his mind racing with fear. "Mom! I want to go home! That lunatic… what if he thinks I gave him away? What if he kills me too? Oh no, oh no… I don't want to die… I'm still a virgin…"

"Why are you moving so slowly?!" the squad leader yelled, turning back to scold the trembling soldier. "Do you want to die? The target is nearby! Get rea—"

The squad leader paused, inspecting the bisected corpse. It was clear that the clean vertical cut was made by an exceptionally sharp blade. Based on the intelligence reports, the escaped target had taken an incredibly sharp weapon from the lab. The squad leader was just about to radio the base when he felt an odd sensation—a sudden emptiness below his chest.

His upper body slid off.

"Gah… gah…" Blood gurgled from the squad leader's mouth as he collapsed, his upper half sprawled on the ground, spilling his entrails. His wide eyes stared lifelessly into the void as blood pooled beneath him. Moments later, his still-standing lower half toppled over.

"AHHH!!"

"Where?!"

"WHO?!"

The Red Ribbon soldiers were terrified, their nerves frayed to the breaking point. They fired wildly in all directions, the cacophony of gunfire echoing through the forest. Their focus was entirely on the dismembered corpses, none of them noticing how or when their squad leader had been cleaved in half.

One soldier immediately dropped to the ground, tossing his gun aside. Trembling, he covered his head and muttered desperately, "Don't kill me... please don't kill me..." Tears streamed down his face as he pleaded.

The chaotic scene was filled with screams, the wet sounds of flesh being cut, and the sickening crunch of bones breaking. The trembling soldier dared to peek, his heart pounding in terror. He saw the last of his comrades shouting in desperation, trying to aim at a figure—a boy wrapped in bloodied wolfskin, golden eyes glinting with ferocity.

The boy's sharp gaze locked onto the final Red Ribbon soldier. Frozen in fear, the soldier failed to fire his weapon.

With a swift motion, Yamiru threw his blade. The hilt struck the soldier squarely in the forehead, the blade piercing clean through, emerging from the back of his skull.

The soldier's lifeless body fell backward, the blade's tip embedding itself in the ground. The corpse slid slowly down the blade, leaving a vivid crimson streak. Blood poured over its pale face, but the icy blade remained spotless, standing upright like a grim monument.

Yamiru exhaled deeply, his expression calm and unshaken. Walking over to the corpse, he grasped the blade's hilt and turned his attention to the quivering soldier who lay on the ground, clutching his head.

The Red Ribbon soldier whimpered, his face buried in his hands, eyes tightly shut, unwilling to meet Yamiru's gaze.

Yamiru stood silently for a moment before gripping his blade tightly and retracting it into its sheath.

He stripped the warm underclothes off one of the corpses, hastily wrapping himself in them. After searching through the scattered belongings, Yamiru's attention turned to the trembling soldier lying face down nearby. Slowly, he approached, his footsteps echoing on the cold ground.

The closer he got, the more violently the soldier shook. When Yamiru crouched next to him and touched his uniform, he noticed a warm puddle spreading beneath the man.

"..."

Without a word, Yamiru removed the soldier's equipment pouch, fastening it around his waist to store his blade. Then, without looking back, he walked away.

It was only ten minutes later that the soldier dared to lift his head.

"I..." He choked on his words, glancing at the mutilated corpses around him with a pale face. He sat there in a daze, eventually tearing the Red Ribbon insignia off his uniform and stomping on it. Finally, mumbling incoherently, he staggered off in the direction opposite the base, leaving his discarded rifle behind.

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Yamiru continued his trek through the freezing mountains.

Thanks to the warm clothing he'd scavenged from the Red Ribbon soldiers, he was no longer in danger of freezing to death. Combined with the strength provided by the senzu bean, he didn't have to worry about food for the time being. All that mattered now was evading the Red Ribbon soldiers and escaping this mountainous region as quickly as possible.

"This is strange… I feel like I've been here before…" he muttered, coughing violently.

Suddenly, his foot slipped, and he tumbled down a steep slope, rolling a considerable distance before coming to a stop. He groaned, feeling an unsettling weakness.

"I'm so cold… but also so hot… Why are my arms and legs… so heavy…" he muttered, his words slurring as his head swam. "My head feels… unclear…"

Touching his forehead with trembling fingers, Yamiru found it scalding to the touch.

A fever? The realization struck him as absurd, incomprehensible, and utterly unbelievable.

"Cough, cough, cough!" He was wracked by violent coughing fits, rolling on the ground in agony. Through the haze of his faltering mind, he suddenly realized where he was—dangerously close to the Red Ribbon base he had escaped from.

And just as this horrifying truth dawned on him, his heightened senses detected movement. His golden eyes pierced the fog of his consciousness, spotting several humanoid energies approaching his position.

Leading them was an energy signature that burned into his memory like a brand.

It was Blue's energy.

A chilling wave of despair surged through Yamiru's heart.

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