Yamiru remained silent, staring at the two people.
Sensing his strange gaze, the black-haired human who had praised Yamiru's combat skills sighed softly. "We've already told you, we're from other planets, we're not the so-called 'mutants' you think we are..."
"Nonsense!"
Before Yamiru could speak, the heavily armored muscular man who had just scolded the wild boar-headed person couldn't help but interject, "If you're not a mutant, how could you have a tail like a monkey? And the guy next to you, he as such a bad fave, how does he look like an ordinary person? Stop arguing!"
The black-haired person was helpless. "Do people on this planet not even have concepts like extraterrestrials or beings from other planets anymore? Sigh... I should've known, if I had known this planet had turned into such a mess, I would have gone somewhere else..."
Yamiru glanced at the muscular man. His tone was filled with disgust, or perhaps disdain, towards "mutants"—the animal-like and monster-like humans Yamiru had encountered. This kind of sentiment felt strangely familiar to Yamiru, and after a moment, he realized. This was just like the discrimination chain on Earth in the later generations! Ordinary humans look down on animal-like and monster-like beings, and the animal-like and monster-like beings look down on each other... It seems that the source of this discrimination really originates from this era.
"Mutants," from the name, it was clear that ordinary people of this era also understood that these pig-headed, wolf-brained, monster-faced creatures were humans, just mutated by the magic energy in the world... Now Yamiru understood why they had tied him up and brought him along with the other two people who looked so familiar. They clearly thought that Yamiru, with the residual characteristics of a magic dragon, the black-haired person with a monkey tail, and the young man with a green face and snail-like antennae, were all "mutants" of the animal or monster type.
However, when the muscular man expressed his disdain for mutants, why did the wild boar-headed person nod in agreement? Was he really that foolish? Could it be that he actually had a pig brain? Yamiru couldn't help but feel speechless.
"What monkey tail?!" The black-haired person suddenly shouted. "We, the Sadalas, are born with this kind of tail. How dare you compare our tails to the lowly animals of your planet? That's really rude!"
Sadalas? Yamiru's pupils contracted.
"My face is bad?" The young man next to the black-haired person, with a green face and two snail-like antennae, murmured. "Is my face really that bad?"
"Hmph... Hmph!" The armored muscular man finally said, "No matter what you are, whether you're mutants or from some other planet, when you encounter the demon race, they will treat you as enemies. When that happens, the chains will be undone, and if you don't fight the demon race... then we'll be enemies." His tone was resolute, his expression full of determination.
Not just him, but the other armored and armed humans who were "escorting" the mutants also became solemn.
Even the mutants, who were tied together with iron chains, had little objection. Though they were despised, looked down on, and rejected by ordinary humans, they hated the demon race even more! Besides, the demon race looked down on mutants even more than ordinary humans did...
Yamiru could feel the determination in the energy of these humans, from those with the strength of a King Chappa to a Master Roshi.
Energy reflects the heart.
Differences in the heart were clearly displayed through their energy.
By observing the energy, one could discern good and evil, read memories, even have telepathy... and even grasp a unique trait of that person.
For example, Yamiru could never confuse or mistake the energy of Goku, Bardock, Turtle Hermit, or Tights, because to him, their energies were unique.
And vice versa.
But the energy traits of these people were unlike anything Yamiru had ever encountered.
The entire world was shrouded by the terror of the demon race. Generations of people had fought to eradicate the demons, willing to sacrifice everything, devoting their lives to the cause... In such an era, it could be said that no one had seen the likes of it before, nor would anyone come after.
Yamiru suddenly understood. This unique energy trait could only be found in martial artists from this era.
In the era Yamiru came from, how many years had passed for a Turtle Hermit to appear? How many King Chappa or Turtle Hermits were there in the world?
Yet in this team, those comparable to King Chappa and Master Roshi were not even true experts of this era! According to the memories Yamiru read when he was on the verge of death, the real powerful experts had mostly followed the female hero, Annin, to fight the Demon Lord Samuel. It was clear that those who followed Annin were at least stronger than Master Roshi. Yamiru even thought that some of them might have the strength of martial arts legends like Tien Shinhan or even Master Mutaito!
The world had become unbearably brutal. The martial artists of Earth had cultivated their energy to its extreme.
The widely praised hero, who was highly likely to become the future Supreme Elderly Lord, Annin... probably was a martial artist from Earth in this era who had transcended the ordinary and achieved extraordinary transformation!
"..." Yamiru once again sensed the strong aura of righteousness ahead of him, and thought to himself, "Is this the reason Supreme Elderly Lord sent me to this era? To find a way to surpass myself and break the limits of Earthlings?"
Yamiru's mind was filled with doubts, such as: If the answer was within Supreme Elderly Lord herself, why go through the trouble of sending him back to the past? Wouldn't it have been simpler for Supreme Elderly Lord to just talk to him while enjoying hotpot? Or perhaps... "Could it be that the Supreme Elderly Lord who invited me and my master to eat hotpot is no longer able to provide the answers?" Yamiru couldn't help but wonder.
As doubts and speculations arose in his mind, the biggest mystery for Yamiru now stood right before him.
A Saiyan?
A Namekian?
Yamiru once again focused on the two people in the cart, the black-haired person and the green-faced youth.
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The group was advancing toward the Demon King Samuel's stronghold.
Yamiru, watching the two people in the same cart, was filled with suspicion. Could things really be this coincidental?
"Your combat skills are impressive," the black-haired person said calmly, simply stating the truth. "If you were on our Sadala planet, you would probably be very popular."
"He doesn't think so." Yamiru spoke up, glancing at the green-faced youth next to the black-haired person.
Sure enough, when the black-haired person praised Yamiru, the green-faced youth showed no expression.
And in Yamiru's perception, the energy of this green-faced person... was unfathomable.
It was so unfathomable that Yamiru instinctively felt that this person was extraordinarily powerful. More importantly, this likely Namekian could, just like Yamiru, effortlessly suppress his energy!
"Because Namek is quite powerful too," the black-haired person said frankly.
Namek... Yamiru paused for a moment and asked, "Is 'Namek' his name?!"
"Yes, what's wrong?" The black-haired person was a bit confused by the Earthling's reaction.
"Nothing." Yamiru stared intently at the black-haired person. "And you? What's your name?" He thought to himself, it wouldn't happen to be 'Saiya', would it?
The Namekian coldly replied, "It's more appropriate to introduce yourself before asking others for their name."
"It's fine, it's just a name," the black-haired person was not too concerned. "I'm Yamoshi, from the Sadala planet. What about you? Earthling."
Yamoshi... Interesting. Yamiru thought to himself, You'd be better off just being called Saiya.