53 Chapter 53

"IDIOT!!! YOU IDIOT!!! YOU TRULY DO HAVE ROTTEN BANANA FOR BRAINS!!!"

"W-wait, monkey sage-"

"IDIOT!!!"

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Sun Wukong and Igor finally reached the barracks. The duo entered without fuss and soon, the old monkey led the blonde to what seemed to be a large cafeteria. Numerous people of different races were walking around the large hall. Although they appeared different, the majority wore brown battle armour and each of them carried a spear and shield.

A few looks were given at them but that was all it was. Igor raised an eyebrow, fully expecting there to clamour around the old sage's arrival. But when he remembered how Sun Wukong could hide in plain sight, he didn't think much further about it.

Igor gave the room a once-over and glanced at a few people, but that was all he gave them. Although seeing so many different races in one room was fascinating, that was all it was. None of their power was high enough to garner the blonde's interest. The strongest person Igor could feel was barely at the cusp of high-class, something he couldn't truly bother with.

They walked towards where people were standing in line with empty trays before Sun Wukong tapped Igor on the shoulder.

"I will leave you here, kid. Things will get hectic in a few days so enjoy this momentary peace while it lasts. Order some food and pick a table. I'll send someone later to guide you to your temporary quarters. Again, try not to cause any trouble, kid."

"No promises, monkey sage."

"..."

Knowing that was the best he would get at the moment, Sun Wukong could only sigh before vanishing on the spot. Igor looked around but no one seemed to notice the old monkey vanish.

Shrugging his shoulders, the blonde grinned.

[I have to learn how he does that. But now, it's time for me to leave.]

Placing two fingers on his forehead, Igor began to focus on the energy orb he left back in Italy.

[Come on come on. It shouldn't be taking me this long.]

Igor expanded his senses far and wide. Yet as the seconds strolled by, his face turned darker.

[We…we're not on Earth, are we?]

No matter how far his senses stretched, he couldn't encounter anything that even remotely resembled Earth. Every lifeforce his senses passed through was immensely higher than the average human's. Even the animals possessed much more vibrant lifeforce.

Igor removed his fingers from his forehead with a sigh.

[I've already covered over 20,000 kilometres in every direction and I am now absolutely sure that we are not on earth.]

Lowering his fingers with a sigh, the blonde was about to go and get some food to pass the time when suddenly, another human-like male approached Igor. He had brown hair and very noticeable golden-brown eyes. Although it didn't appear like it, Igor could see the muscles hidden beneath his robes. The male appeared to be slightly older than him, yet the bright smile on his face made him appear much younger.

Igor was immensely curious, especially when he noticed his oddity.

[Another one. He looks human but I can tell he isn't. I can already sense a whole bunch of similar people to him all over this realm, yet he's the only one here in this part of the barracks.]

When the boy walked over, he pointed at the blonde.

"Hi. My name is Atid. Were you trying to do the Instant Transmission like Goku?"

Immediately, something like a switch had been flipped in the blonde. His eyes widened as he looked at the boy.

"Y-you know of Dragon Ball?"

There was something along the lines of hope within the blonde. Although he never cared before, he did want someone to share the love of Dragon Ball with. He couldn't be sure whether Baraquiel counted and it would be quite a while since he saw the old man. So he placed his little hope on Atid, and he did not disappoint.

Atid's eyes were wide with wonder as he excitedly spoke.

"Know of? I BREATHE Dragon Ball!"

Tears started forming in Igor's eyes. He was like a man who had found an oasis after days of drinking 'homemade' water.

"Brother!"

Both boys shook each other's hands with manly tears in their eyes. Upon feeling the grip strength of the blonde, Atid cried out again.

"Such a strong grip? A true brother! You are a true brother!"

Igor was equally excited.

"You as well! I can feel just how much training you've put in to have such a strong grip!"

Atid laughed loudly. The current situation made him very happy. None of his fellow devas cared about anime so he came to the lower barracks to find a fellow brother or sister amongst the different races. Never did he expect to strike gold on the first day.

Laughing excitedly, he grabbed Igor's shoulder.

"Brother! To commemorate this day, I will show you my most prized collection."

He then leaned down towards the blonde's ear.

"I had to sneak all the way over to the human world to get. I had to sneak past a few dozen guards. I'm telling you, it was very hard."

Then discreetly, he pulled out a book from the inside of his robe.

"Look, brother. The book written by the heavens themselves."

Igor looked down and his eyes widened.

"The…the book of the gods?! You have the book of the gods?!"

Immediately, a white flash appeared in the blonde's hand before it revealed the manga of Dragonball.

"I also have the holy book!"

Both boys traded sparkles of delight at each other. The stars in their eyes were so bright that even the lights in the hall appeared dull in comparison.

Igor placed a fist to his chest, his face comically serious.

"Brother Atid. You have the respect of I, Igor von Dimori! Never have I thought that I would meet another enlightened one in this realm."

"Haha! You flatter me, Brother Dimori."

"No no no. Call me Igor, Brother Atid. It is only fair between us brothers."

"Then I'll listen to Brother Igor."

The conversation between the two boys went unnoticed. With the hall being so large and there being so many people, everyone was too engrossed in their own matters.

It was during that tme that Igor's gaze suddenly turned solemn. The blonde grabbed Atid by the shoulder and looked at his fellow compatriot with a deadly serious expression.

"Brother Atid. This is the moment of truth."

Igor closed his eyes before taking a deep breath.

"Goku or Vegeta."

The atmosphere immediately grew tense. Atid couldn't help but freeze up at the question. With Igor asking such a question, his answer could make or break their new brotherhood. He felt it was too soon for such a question to be answered, yet he also understood that some things were better tested early.

Knowing it was inevitable, Atid felt obligated to answer.

"Brother Igor. I truly apologise, but I am Goku."

"..."

Atid was truly ready to fight at the moment. If Igor also wanted to be Goku, he was ready to fight the blonde to death to maintain his right. Just like how there could never be two Gokus, there could never be two friends who could call themselves him in the same area. One would have to lose the right, and Atid was determined not to lose the right.

But on the contrary, the blonde laughed.

"Hehehe…"

Then, a surging white aura emanated from the blonde that made his hair shoot up. His ponytail came undone by the fiery force of his ki.

He looked at Atid with a crazed smile, his head tilted to the side.

"Kakarot! FIGHT ME!!!"

Atid looked on with a surprised expression. The power emanating from Igor, while not powerful, was certainly enough to raise a few questioning eyebrows.

As for Atid, he finally regained his wits and smiled. He recognised the plot Igor was trying to emulate. So copying the blonde, he manifested a golden aura around him which similarly made his hair rise up.

Yet his expression was calm, his gaze serious.

"Vegeta, I will fight you. But not as enemies. Let's push each other to become stronger."

"..."

Igor could no longer restrain himself. Atid's expression was so on point that he truly seemed like Goku when he was about to fight Majin Vegeta.

The blonde couldn't keep the plot anymore. Atid had passed with flying colours and truly proved that he was a follower of the holy book.

"Brother Atid! Let us embrace the saiyan ways and converse further with our fists!"

"Hahahaha! You read my mind as well, Brother Igor! Let us not talk any longer! Our fists will convey our feelings!"

"Yes!"

Swoosh Swoosh…Clash

Right there in the cafeteria, stupid decisions were made.

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