"Who told you to go all out when attacking? Leaving no room for maneuver in battle—you're just asking to be taken down."
A sharp reprimand rang out as Sephilia's graceful figure suddenly appeared beside Raiga. Her fair-skinned palm thrust forward, carrying an immense force as it struck Raiga. The fierce wind howled on both sides, sending his body staggering backward before he was violently flung into the air.
"Get up! Do you think an enemy in a real fight will give you time to rest?"
There was no time for protest—another fierce attack came crashing in.
Raiga spat out a mouthful of blood, struggling to lift his head, only to meet Sephilia's merciless, battle-hardened gaze.
It was an ordinary morning—the sun shone brightly, the clouds drifted lazily across the sky, and the weather was pleasantly mild. But for Raiga, these past days could only be described as a nightmare.
For more than ten days, Sephilia had been training him relentlessly. Unlike before, she now provided detailed guidance, teaching him essential combat principles and strategies, allowing him to learn at an incredible pace. However, the one thing he simply couldn't accept was that this woman never held back—every strike was ruthless, and she wouldn't stop until he was half-dead.
As Sephilia put it: "A real enemy won't give you the chance to stand back up."
A brutal yet undeniable truth.
Raiga pulled himself up from the ground, determination blazing in his eyes as he locked onto Sephilia. With a swift motion, his body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, closing the distance between them in an instant.
Sephilia nodded slightly, a faint smile forming at the corners of her lips. Just as Raiga thought he had her, she tilted her body to the side, gracefully evading his attack. Her slender arm swept through the air in a beautiful arc.
A dazzling light flared up like twinkling starlight—Raiga was struck again.
The battle continued.
Gradually, Raiga's movements became more fluid. He began to think during combat, analyzing his mistakes and refining his responses. Under Sephilia's careful yet brutal instruction, his body rapidly absorbed the essence of battle.
"Keep up with my speed. I've lowered my power level to match yours. If you can endure my attacks, then you'll be a qualified warrior."
Amidst the roaring wind, Sephilia's form flickered, her flowing black hair dancing in the turbulence. Her piercing gaze locked onto Raiga from a distance before her figure blurred—within an instant, she had reappeared right beside him.
A straight punch was thrown.
Afterimage!
Raiga narrowed his eyes, his pupils darting back and forth as he searched for Sephilia's true position.
A subtle ripple in the air caught his attention. Reacting instantly, he twisted his body, vanishing in a flicker of movement. Mere moments after he disappeared, a slender palm struck the spot where he had just been.
"You're finally improving." Sephilia nodded, launching another attack.
"Tch!" A sudden sharp pain spread across Raiga's chest, followed by a powerful impact.
He gritted his teeth, breathing heavily as he quickly leaped into the air. Mid-flight, he twisted his body, altering his trajectory. Just as he neared Sephilia at a mere arm's length, his form blurred once more. A flickering afterimage was left in mid-air, while his real body had already maneuvered behind her, hands reaching out for her tail.
"Your combat techniques have reached an acceptable level, but your experience is still lacking."
Sephilia's cold voice whispered in his ear. The sudden warmth against his skin sent a shiver of dread down Raiga's spine. Breaking into a cold sweat, he swiftly spun his body and dashed away at full speed.
Chuckling softly, Sephilia extended her fingers, pressing them together in the shape of a sword.
"Void Strike!"
With a chilling command, the air around them churned violently, as if it had been stirred into a vortex.
Whoosh!
A brilliant energy wave, shining with dazzling radiance, erupted forth. Faced with the overwhelming force, Raiga's eyes glowed with a sharp light. Clenching his fist tightly, his youthful face steeled with determination.
"Starburst Cannon!" he roared, throwing a punch that ignited countless shimmering lights.
A torrent of power erupted like a flood bursting through a dam, unleashing its full might without restraint.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two forces clashed in mid-air, resulting in a cataclysmic explosion. A massive mushroom cloud rose into the sky, the earth beneath them splitting apart. The sheer impact of the shockwave stripped away layers of soil, leaving behind a deep, circular crater.
"Cough…" Raiga staggered, blood trickling from the corner of his lips. His clothes were tattered, and the strain of overloading his energy had left him dizzy. Within seconds, he collapsed into unconsciousness.
As Raiga lay motionless, Sephilia appeared beside him, scooping him up and carrying him to a nearby lake. Without hesitation, she submerged him in the water.
Whoosh!
A flash of light flickered as Hertz emerged from the gravity chamber, having finished his training. He approached Sephilia and observed Raiga with a hint of admiration. "I can't believe Raiga mastered all these techniques in just over ten days. He's already become a true warrior. His learning ability is astonishing. I didn't reach his level until I was about ten years old."
To reach a power level of 1000 at the age of ten was an outstanding feat, even among elite warriors.
Hertz himself, a high-ranking warrior who had survived countless battles, had only reached 1000 power level at ten years old and attained 4000 by the time he was twenty-six.
Sephilia stared at Raiga, submerged in the water, and nodded. Others might not realize it, but she was fully aware—Raiga wasn't some elite warrior. He was just an ordinary mid-tier fighter.
And yet, this so-called mid-tier warrior was advancing at a pace surpassing even elite warriors—an absolutely mind-boggling phenomenon.
While the gravity chamber explained his rapid energy growth, battle techniques and experience could only be honed through actual combat. Sephilia had witnessed firsthand how Raiga absorbed everything like a sponge, his understanding of combat evolving at an unprecedented rate.
Her little brother, Raiga, might just have an extraordinary talent for learning.
...
Before long, Raiga regained consciousness in the lake. When he learned that Sephilia had simply dumped him in the water and left to train in the gravity chamber, a wry smile appeared on his face.
Her obsession with training rivaled even Vegeta's. If she wasn't around, she was undoubtedly in the gravity chamber. But proper rest was just as crucial for optimizing one's body—recovery was just as important as training. Unfortunately, Sephilia refused to listen.
"Raiga, I have something for you."
After finishing their meal, Sephilia pulled out a device resembling a USB drive.
"What's this?"
Between bites, Sephilia casually explained, "I copied this from the command center of the Yugarian forces before destroying them. It contains all of Frieza Force's mission records on the Saiyans."
"What?!" Raiga's eyes widened in shock. Wiping his greasy hands, he quickly grabbed the device, examining it carefully.
Hertz, hearing that it held Saiyan-related data, grew serious. "Does that mean we might be able to find our surviving people?"
Sephilia nodded. "Possibly. If the Frieza Force hasn't already captured them, there should still be some survivors. But most of our people who were organized into squads perished with Planet Vegeta. The ones left behind are likely low-class warriors or non-combatants who were never considered important."
Some might still be alive on distant, isolated planets...