Chapter 268 Time Correction?
"Master!"
When Son Goku found Naruto, Naruto had just finished eating the bento in his hand.
Seeing Son Goku, Naruto smiled and said, "How was your training at Lookout this time?"
"It was alright, I learned a lot of things, but I feel like many of the techniques are a bit similar to the legendary Demon Clan."
Demon Clan?
The smile on Naruto's face grew even brighter.
Aren't those King Piccolo's techniques? They can be considered demonic.
However, Kami himself will explain these things later; he doesn't need to get involved.
"Master, do you know about the World Martial Arts Tournament?"
Son Goku scratched his head, not caring about the so-called Demon Clan, but looking at Naruto with shining eyes.
He had become the number one in the world years ago and won a lot of prize money.
However, most of that prize money ended up in his stomach.
The best food Son Goku had eaten in recent years were the vegetables, fruits, and meats provided by Master Naruto.
He didn't need to eat much of those to feel full.
But most of the time, when he was traveling, he would eat a lot of other things.
So, money was never enough.
"You should earn money yourself."
Naruto pointed at Son Goku: "With your fame back then, you could have earned a lot of money just by helping out."
"I'm not asking you to be extremely rich, but isn't it simple to earn enough for one person to eat well and the whole family not to go hungry?"
Son Goku scratched his head and gave a simple, honest smile.
He wasn't interested in such things.
Compared to that, he preferred to travel and spar with friends.
"You!"
Naruto sighed, knowing Son Goku wouldn't listen.
If it weren't for such a pure heart and dedication to martial arts, Son Goku wouldn't achieve what he would in the future.
"Your current strength is decent, but future enemies will only be stronger."
Naruto gazed at the sky and said lightly, "Master Roshi and I can't teach you much more. How you proceed in the future is up to you."
"So, keep striving, young man."
Son Goku was speechless.
Grandpa Master Roshi could say that, but for this teacher in front of him to say it was definitely humility.
Over the years, his progress was evident to all, and even Kami frankly admitted that he was no longer his opponent.
But facing Naruto, he still had no thought of making a move.
There was an inexplicable feeling that he was far from being Master Naruto's opponent.
"So, Master, are you going to this World Martial Arts Tournament?"
"Yes, of course."
"Might as well join the fun."
Naruto smiled meaningfully and waved his hand: "Go spend some time with your grandpa; he doesn't have many years left to live."
Son Goku fell silent.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death, it has always been so. But even with Son Goku's carefree nature, watching Son Gohan grow older day by day left a bitter taste in his mouth...
"World Martial Arts Tournament, Demon Youth."
"Hey!"
Looking at the bustling scene before him, Narutofrowned.
Hinata, standing beside him, also leaned closer to Naruto, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
At this moment, both of them had changed their appearance and were walking very discreetly behind Son Goku.
Ahead, Son Goku was full of excitement.
A light drizzle fell, bringing a refreshing coolness.
"I wonder if I'll run into any of my friends."
Son Goku walked along, looking around.
"Oh!"
Suddenly, Son Goku's eyes lit up. He quietly walked up to a group of people, patted a girl on the shoulder, and greeted her with a beaming smile: "Hey, Bulma, why did you get shorter?"
"You are...?"
Bulma trembled, turned her head to look, and stared at Son Goku with a strange expression, vaguely finding him familiar.
Soon, Master Roshi's expression cracked, and he looked at Son Goku, who was much taller than him, in shock, his voice trembling slightly: "You are... Goku?"
'It's me, Grandpa Master Roshi.'
"You've grown so tall?"
After a few years, this kid had actually grown into an adult, and so tall at that.
Bulma stood by, also looking shocked.
They were often in contact, but for the past year or two, this guy had disappeared, and there was no signal from him.
Now, looking at him, he had grown so much.
"What a loss, what a loss!"
Bulma muttered to herself, on the verge of tears.
So tall and handsome, so familiar, and so strong—he was leagues ahead of Yamcha.
I'm such an idiot.
Bulma sighed to the heavens: "Why didn't I wait a few more years?"
Son Goku looked puzzled, "Bulma, what are you talking about?"
Master Roshi stood by, cackling strangely.
He perfectly understood Bulma's feelings at this moment.
"What's wrong with you all?"
Son Goku looked utterly bewildered.
"She has regrets."
Naruto, holding Hinata's hand, walked over together.
"You've changed your appearance again."
"Are you so afraid of being recognized? Sometimes I really think you're a bit inexplicable."
Master Roshi stared at Naruto and Hinata, secretly finding it strange.
It had been several years. Every time there was a gathering with many people, Naruto and Hinatawould change their appearance.
So he found it very odd.
Because Naruto had become king so openly, and now he was even the planetary leader.
The entire planet was under his control, yet he wasn't ostentatious; instead, he was very low-key.
It was truly strange.
"You don't understand."
"I don't."
Master Roshi retracted his gaze, smiled, and leaned on his staff, narrowing his eyes: "Uh, I'm almost out of those vegetables and fruits. I'm guarding a region for you, aren't I? Give me some more."
Master Roshi rubbed his hands, looking expectant.
For those delicious things, he had sacrificed his freedom, guarding a sea area for Naruto, and Kame House had even moved.
"I'll give you a pile when we go back."
Naruto waved his hand grandly.
Now, everything else in the space was valuable, but these vegetables and fruits were not.
He had come to understand the principle of 'cheap grain harms the farmers'.
These things grew in endless cycles and didn't spoil unless their energy completely drained away.
"That would be great."
Master Roshi chuckled and cleared his throat, about to speak, when Naruto turned his head to look.
The wind was stirring!
A gentle breeze swept by, ruffling their hair.
Bulma and the others instinctively closed their eyes, and when they opened them again, they saw several new people in front of them.
"Krillin!"
Son Goku's eyes lit up.
"Ah ha, Goku!"
Krillin's eyes also lit up.
"They eventually became good friends. Was it the correction of time or the reversal of the plot?"
Naruto didn't know.
He only knew that not long after Son Goku was pulled down the mountain by Bulma to travel, he went to Kame House and met Krillin.
The two quickly became good friends.
Beside Krillin was Yamcha, who was currently fawning over Bulma.
There were also Chiaotzu and Tien Shinhan.
"Everything that was supposed to happen has happened, but the process was a bit convoluted."
For example, Tao Pai Pai, who appeared so arrogant, ended up almost being killed by a single punch from Son Goku.
Seeing that things were going badly, he immediately fled in disgrace...