Dragon Ball Human

"If this is your first time using it, don't throw it. Once activated, a suction switch device will appear in your hand, and all you need to do is…"

The store clerk patiently explained how to operate the blank capsule to Yamiru.

It was Yamiru's first time holding a blank capsule, and he was fascinated. Following the clerk's instructions, he pressed the capsule without throwing it, unlike the standard method for most capsules. A few seconds later, the capsule in his hand puffed out a small wisp of smoke and vanished, replaced by something else in his palm.

It was a square device with a button on it.

Yamiru found it oddly familiar and suddenly remembered that it looked just like the "switch" used to convert objects back into capsules.

"This blank capsule has a 10-kilogram capacity. You just need to attach the switch to an object weighing no more than 10 kilograms to store it as a capsule," the clerk explained patiently. Another employee behind him promptly handed over a small white metal box with practiced efficiency. "Here, give it a try."

Following instructions, Yamiru pressed the switch onto the surface of the white metal box.

Click.

The switch detached from his fingers and adhered firmly to the surface of the box.

Yamiru noticed a small light blinking briefly on the device, resembling a human eye blinking. At the same time, a faint glow surrounded the entire metal box. As the light pulsed outward from the switch, a translucent film formed around the box, tightly wrapping it. The glow traced the box's outline, creating a perfect silhouette before retracting back to the switch.

The entire process—placing the switch, the glowing sequence, and encapsulating the object—took only a second or two. It was so fast that Yamiru barely kept up, even with his heightened observational skills.

"Hmm…" Yamiru muttered, his mind failing to comprehend the mechanics. He wasn't a genius or a scholar, so all he could do was marvel at the novelty.

He poked the switch now stuck to the box. With a click, the entire box turned into a puff of harmless smoke. Yamiru imagined that if this were a comic, there would definitely be a bold "BOOM" sound effect drawn in the smoke. When it dissipated, all that remained was a tiny, ordinary capsule.

The clerk picked up the capsule and smiled professionally. "And that's how it works. If you want to unlink it and revert it to a blank capsule…" He pressed the capsule, causing the box to reappear. Pointing to a specific spot on the switch, he explained, "Just press this, and it will detach." The clerk demonstrated, and the switch detached from the box with a high-tech click.

He pressed the button on the detached switch, which reverted it into its original blank capsule form.

"How much is it?" Yamiru couldn't help but ask.

He felt an itch in his heart, desperately wanting to buy one. With this, he could carry a bit more supplies. At the very least, he could bring a few more pounds of compressed biscuits. Salt, cooking oil, and other condiments, which he had previously considered too cumbersome to carry, could now be stored easily.

The clerk maintained a professional smile as he quoted a number.

Yamiru smiled back. "Goodbye."

He turned and left, fearing he might do something impulsive, like robbing the store clean. On the street, he looked up at the moon, but the faint light revealed little.

After leaving the city center, he continued heading north along the main road.

It was nearing 11 PM. Outside the bustling city center, the streets were noticeably quieter. But Yamiru didn't mind walking alone at night. In fact, he enjoyed the solitude. Back in Nandu, he would often run day after day through deserted suburbs, covering pointless routes from one end to the other.

Feeling an itch in his legs, Yamiru broke into a brisk jog, humming as he went, "I'm goin' to hell, who's comin' with me?"

The jingling of his backpack and belt accompanied his steps. Suddenly, he pivoted mid-stride, spinning in place. As he faced back in the direction he came from, a glint of gold flashed in his eyes, and a hint of suspicion crossed his face.

"Am I being followed?"

His expression changed, but he quickly turned back to face forward. Bowing slightly, he lowered his voice and imitated a high-pitched tone, like a young girl's: "Somebody～～PLEASE help him～～I think my dad's gone crazy～～"

(He's singing a eminem song. The author likes eminem).

Laughing, he picked up speed, spreading his arms wide as he ran. Singing loudly, he continued:

"There's no mountain I can't climb～～

There's no tower too high～～

No plane that I can't learn how to fly～～

What do I gotta do to get through to you, to show you～～

There ain't nothing I can't take this chainsaw to～～"

"Boss, he's running really fast…"

"Damn it! Did he notice us?"

About a hundred meters behind, the modified car with the DEVIL KIDS logo followed steadily. Inside, the short man in the trench coat gritted his teeth.

"Speed up! I refuse to believe he can outrun a car!" The trench coat-wearing man slammed the gas pedal.

The boy's figure grew closer.

The hulking brute in the school uniform rumbled, "Boss, I think he's… singing."

"Let him show off. Hmph, get ready to get out." The trench coat-wearing man floored the accelerator, overtaking Yamiru. With a sharp drift, the car screeched to a halt ahead of him.

Thud, thud. Both car doors swung open.

The trench coat-wearing man and the giant in the school uniform stepped out. Adjusting his outfit with a smirk, the shorter man strolled toward Yamiru, who had already stopped running.

The short man in the trench coat arrogantly tilted his chin. "Stop running. Where do you think you're going?"

The hulking figure in the school uniform stood silently beside him, exuding the aura of a musclebound bodyguard.

"Who are you? Why are you following me?" Yamiru frowned.

"Heh… Don't tell me you don't recognize us?" The trench coat-wearing man sneered. "We're the Devil Duo, the most infamous elementary school students in this area. You seriously don't know us? How ignorant!"

"Elementary school duo?!"

Yamiru was stunned. He activated his Golden Veil, inspecting the uniformed brute standing beside the shorter man. The sheer size, the aged face beneath that slicked-back hairstyle—this guy was supposed to be an elementary school student? He asked incredulously, "How old is this guy? Don't tell me he's been held back for decades!"

"Who are you calling held back? I'm eight," the brute rumbled in a deep, resonant voice.

"Eight?! What the hell?!" Yamiru exclaimed, utterly baffled.

"Do you really think any teacher would dare hold us back?" The trench coat man chuckled darkly, opening his coat to reveal a shirt emblazoned with DEVIL KIDS. To Yamiru's shock, he pulled out a handgun and pointed it directly at him.

Yamiru's expression immediately sharpened.

"Hey, hey, aren't you moving a bit too fast here? Pulling a gun right off the bat—are you sure you're really elementary school students?!" His mind raced, tension gripping his body. He opened his mouth to speak. "Wait—"

"Who's waiting for you?!"

The short man smirked coldly, wasting no words. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshot echoed through the empty streets under dim streetlights.

After firing, the short man holstered the gun and readjusted his coat, dismissively muttering, "Someone my age, daring to spend money so freely. How arrogant!"

Across from him, Yamiru leaned back, his upper body tilted sharply, head thrown backward.

Stumbling a few steps before regaining his footing, Yamiru straightened up, turned his head, and revealed a smoking graze mark on his right cheek. There was no blood—only the faint smell of scorched flesh lingering in the air.

"B-boss…" The uniformed brute's eyes widened as he grabbed the short man, who was about to return to the car.

Yamiru touched the wound on his face, his heart still pounding. :Damn it. If I hadn't trained for two days with Jiora, that shot would've been the end of me!"

At the moment the shot was fired, Yamiru's nerves had stretched to their limit. His Golden Veil had flared to its fullest, allowing him to catch sight of the bullet as it left the barrel. He'd dodged with all his might, but the bullet still grazed his cheek. The thought of what could've happened without Jiora's hellish training—without the combat skills he'd barely started to develop—made him shudder.

The more he thought about it, the angrier and more frightened he became. His fury boiling over, Yamiru charged forward.

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