Dragon Ball Human

Carrots, again...

Yamiru hid behind a withered tree, observing the inn's sign in the distance, his mind filled with doubts.

He vaguely remembered... recently encountering the element of carrots a few times.

Outside Slope City, while riding in a police car driven by Jiora, he had seen carrot vendors on the roadside.

When passing by a breakfast stand, he'd eaten carrots.

The bandits he had encountered earlier had sneaked into what seemed like a carrot shop's backyard.

"Missing persons... carrots... it's quite close to the South City... could it be?"

A natural suspicion arose in Yamiru's mind.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically. His stomach churned. After taking a deep breath to calm himself, he reached into his bag and pulled out the two carrots he had bought at the breakfast stand.

His fiery eyes pierced through the illusion.

Back at the Southern City's Superpower Academy, he had been able to see through Elizabeth's transformation abilities, the magic of Tonpo, the pig-headed, and even the residual shadow of King Chappa eight-arm Fist. Yamiru's eyes could see through it all.

He focused, staring at the carrots in his hands—they were still just carrots.

Yamiru's fingers dug into his throat, gagging a few times. He retched and vomited out everything he had eaten earlier.

The steamed bun skins, broken meat fillings, some porridge-like goo, and bits of orange-yellow carrots mixed in the mess of mosaic...

"Good, good..."

Yamiru muttered to himself, feeling a sense of relief. Maybe he was just overthinking things?

He wiped his mouth, spat on the ground, tightened his belt, and walked towards the inn with a serious expression.

Creak—

The wooden door of the inn was pushed open, and the lively atmosphere in the dining hall abruptly paused.

At the tables, the guests turned to look at the entrance.

Seeing just a boy with a travel bag and golden eyes, they ignored him and continued eating and chatting.

Yamiru paid no attention to their stares.

As he stepped inside, a wave of blood and gore assaulted him, making him almost gag.

His legs wobbled, and he stopped for a moment, only to realize there was no smell of blood—rather, it was the rich aroma of food wafting from each table in the hall.

"Ah, welcome, dear customer! Welcome to our little shop!"

A cheerful waiter rushed up, dressed in modern clothes but speaking with an old-fashioned tone, like a traditional innkeeper greeting a guest.

As he approached, the waiter tried to take Yamiru's bag to carry it for him.

"No need. I can carry it myself."

Yamiru declined.

The waiter smiled politely, but as he opened his mouth, Yamiru's golden eyes shrank in shock. Between the waiter's teeth, there was flesh and blood.

Yamiru sat down at an empty table on the long bench without putting down his bag, his fiery eyes scanning the surroundings.

At the neighboring table, there were several plates of stir-fried meat, dripping with blood, being devoured by a farmer-looking customer.

Yamiru slowly turned his gaze to other tables.

Meat soup.

A well-dressed urban woman scooped a spoonful, praising it enthusiastically.

Meat broth.

A shirtless fat man gulped down several mouthfuls from a soup bowl.

Roasted meat

A couple, the man cutting a piece of meat with a steak knife and feeding it to his loving partner.

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The surface of Yamiru's table started to tremble as his hand clenched into a fist, struggling to contain the rage bubbling in his chest, his whole body slightly shaking.

"Hello, may I take your order? Our shop may be in a remote location, but it's quite famous! Many people come here just for our specialty carrot dishes. They even have to take time off from their bosses to come and try it..."

The waiter approached with a menu, enthusiastically promoting the shop's offerings.

Yamiru stared blankly at the pages of the menu.

Stir-fried carrots.

Carrot soup.

Carrot broth.

Roasted carrots...

Yamiru interrupted the waiter's endless recommendations, asking, "Is your boss a rabbit?"

"Huh?" The waiter was caught off guard by the question. "How did you know?"

Yamiru tried to force a smile, but it failed miserably.

His face stiffened, and he asked in a hard voice, "He owes me something. I want to know when he's going to pay me back. Where is he?"

"Our boss could never owe you anything."

The waiter didn't believe him, thinking Yamiru was causing trouble. He tossed the menu on the table, his tone turning unpleasant. "Don't cause trouble. Our carrots are specially crafted by our boss. They're one-of-a-kind! He's made so much money with these skills. How could he owe you anything?"

"With these skills, he's made quite a bit of money..."

Yamiru muttered to himself, a strange emotion rising within him.

This emotion was unfamiliar, but Yamiru quickly recognized it.

It was killing intent.

For the first time, Yamiru felt the overwhelming desire to kill someone—even though he had never met that person before.

"Hey, you..." The waiter, noticing Yamiru was in a daze, grew impatient and urged him again.

Yamiru answer was a slap in the face.

Smack!

The waiter was sent flying across the hall, spinning through the air before crashing into the opposite wall. Half of his face was swollen, one of his teeth was shattered, and blood poured from his mouth. He was knocked unconscious.

The diners, eating their carrot dishes, paused for a moment, staring in stunned silence.

"Ah!" A woman's shriek echoed.

"Stop eating!" someone else shouted.

Yamiru stood on the table, roaring so loudly that it even drowned out the shrill scream of the woman.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but soon they grew discontented. What the hell was this little brat yelling about?

The slap that sent the waiter flying had happened so suddenly that no one had seen it. Moreover, they wouldn't have believed that such a thing was possible, especially not from a boy like Yamiru.

"Do you know what you're eating?!" Yamiru shouted as he jumped down from the table and directly overturned the neighboring table. With a powerful toss, he knocked over a whole row of tables.

"Ah! You little brat, what the hell is wrong with you? Everyone, hold him down!"

Someone angrily shouted.

Others quickly joined in, irritated by Yamiru's behavior. To them, it looked no different from a violent outburst of someone with a mental disorder.

However, Yamiru's physical abilities far exceeded those of ordinary people, and after enduring the brutal training under the alien instructor Jiora, his combat skills were already well beyond the basic level. Even against ordinary fighters or martial artists with similar physical capabilities, he wasn't afraid. Let alone these ordinary diners, who had been completely deceived by what they were eating.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yamiru was like a beast, throwing people left and right, sending each one flying. The larger and stronger they were, the harder he threw them. When he noticed some women hiding behind the crowd, watching the chaos, his anger flared. He threw a large man toward them, and the man landed, knocking over a woman, his greasy body landing all over her.

In the blink of an eye, the once neat restaurant hall was now in utter chaos.

Dozens of guests, who had likely come from far away, were sprawled on the floor, while tables, chairs, bowls, and dishes were smashed and scattered everywhere.

Yamiru grabbed a relatively intact stool and sat down by the only door of the restaurant. He ignored the groans and fearful gazes around him, focusing instead on the door.

"Should be hearing the noise by now," he thought to himself quietly.

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"You're useless..."

In the back yard, the leader of the rabbit gang, known as Rabbit Boss, was furiously reprimanding a subordinate who had come back to apologize.

It was the tall, thin man who had ambushed Yamiru with a crossbow in the dead woods earlier.

After hearing the frantic report from the subordinate who had rushed out from the front of the restaurant, Rabbit Boss asked the kneeling man for confirmation, making sure that the person causing trouble inside was indeed Yamiru, the one who had evaded his crossbow attack earlier.

"You're tough, huh? Coming into my place and causing trouble?" Rabbit Boss's eyes flashed with killing intent as he ordered his men, "Let's go, follow me. Let's see how much skill that brat really has."

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