That overwhelming pressure only lasted for an instant, yet it was enough to leave Yamcha frozen in place, completely stunned and unable to react for quite some time.
It wasn't until Kaito spoke that Yamcha finally snapped back to reality.
"Yamcha-san, shall we begin?"
Startled, Yamcha came to his senses—only then realizing that his entire body was drenched in sweat.
Bulma frowned, not understanding what kind of act Yamcha was pulling this time. His reaction just now looked completely fake, like he was deliberately playing dumb.
Yamcha, however, didn't associate that terrifying pressure with the Kaito standing before him. In his understanding, someone capable of releasing such powerful ki couldn't possibly suppress it back down to near nothingness in an instant.
He shook his head, pushing the thought aside for the moment.
Then, with a casual grin, Yamcha got into a stance.
"Kaito-kun, you attack first!"
Kaito smiled faintly. "Alright."
The next moment, his figure vanished.
Yamcha thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. Before he could even blink, Kaito had already appeared right in front of him—throwing a punch straight toward his chest.
Of course, Kaito had already suppressed his power to a very low level. Yamcha's current Power Level was around 177; Kaito was afraid that if he used too much strength, he'd end up blasting Yamcha into that classic knocked-out pose.
Even so, Yamcha was sent flying backward by the impact. He only stopped when his back slammed into a tree, barely managing to stay on his feet.
Bulma gasped, covering her mouth in shock, while 18 clenched her fist, silently cheering Kaito on.
This time, Yamcha was truly rattled. He hadn't expected Kaito to actually have such power—just one punch was enough to show that this guy was definitely not an ordinary human being.
Given Yamcha's current physical abilities, even being hit by a speeding car wouldn't have left him looking this pathetic.
Dusting himself off, Yamcha looked at Kaito with a far more serious expression.
Kaito still wore that calm smile, yet even without his glasses, there was something deeply oppressive about him—an invisible pressure that Yamcha could feel stronger than anyone else.
He swallowed nervously, grumbling inwardly,
"Since when are high schoolers this strong?"
Steeling himself, Yamcha bent his knees slightly, then charged forward.
As he ran, his fists blurred into afterimages, faintly surrounded by the spiritual silhouette of a wolf.
It was his signature move—Wolf Fang Fist.
Kaito didn't move. He simply extended one hand. Every punch Yamcha threw was effortlessly caught in his palm.
The more Yamcha attacked, the more shocked he became. After several fruitless attempts, he pushed off the ground with both feet, flipping backward into the air to put some distance between them.
Kaito lowered his hand. His long, snow-white hair flowed in the gentle breeze, giving him an almost masterly presence that left Yamcha momentarily dazed.
18's eyes were practically sparkling. She had never seen this side of Kaito before. Even if she ignored his face, his sheer aura alone was enough to captivate her.
Even Bulma was staring blankly, her perception of Kaito becoming increasingly clouded, wrapped in a growing sense of mystery.
Yamcha couldn't help but ask,
"Who... exactly are you?"
Kaito shrugged and replied casually,
"I'm really just a high school student."
He wasn't lying—because in the Dragon Ball world, that was indeed his identity. No deception at all.
Of course, Yamcha didn't believe him. He shook his head.
"No way. You must have a master, right? It's definitely not Master Roshi... could it be Crane Hermit?"
"Hmm... if you mean a teacher, then I only have one—Zephyr."
"Zephyr?"
Yamcha blinked. Zephyr? Who on earth was that? He'd never even heard the name before.
Kaito didn't bother explaining further. This spar had another purpose—he wanted to personally experience the unique essence of this world: Ki.
Especially the energy spheres formed from externalized ki. The last time he killed Raditz, things had happened so fast that he hadn't had the chance to study it properly.
He looked at Yamcha and said,
"Yamcha-san, I remember seeing you use a flying light orb during the World Martial Arts Tournament. I'm quite interested in that. Would you mind showing it to me?"
"A flying light orb? Oh, you mean the Spirit Ball?"
"So that's what it's called? Spirit Ball—what a badass name."
"Haha, right? I thought it sounded cool too!"
Being praised immediately inflated Yamcha's ego. The Spirit Ball was, after all, his proudest original technique.
After that brief exchange, he already knew that ordinary moves wouldn't work against Kaito. Instead of wasting effort, he might as well use his ultimate technique to settle it in one go.
And if you're going to use an ultimate move, the setup's got to be dramatic.
He widened his stance and opened his palm.
Taking a deep breath, he began to focus his ki, channeling it into his hand. Gradually, a bright blue orb of energy formed above his palm.
18's eyes widened in amazement. This kind of "magic trick" was beyond her understanding—this was the first time she had ever seen ki in action.
Kaito narrowed his eyes slightly. He could feel the energy emanating from that orb. To put it bluntly, whether in the One Piece world or the Naruto world, there were very few who could take that hit head-on.
Yamcha smirked proudly, holding up the glowing orb.
"This is my self-created ultimate technique—the Spirit Ball! Well? Want to test its power? I'll warn you, its explosion's far stronger than any bomb!"
On the surface, Kaito smiled, but internally, he was thinking,
"Not bad power, sure... but if I recall correctly, this move has never actually killed anyone, has it?"
Hearing Yamcha's boast, 18's expression turned worried. The orb looked terrifyingly dangerous, and if it was really as powerful as Yamcha claimed, could Kaito actually withstand it?
But when she looked at his calm, confident smile, most of her unease faded away.
Kaito replied with a grin,
"Go ahead. I'm ready."
Yamcha nodded, pressed his fingers together, and hurled the energy sphere toward Kaito. The moment it left his hand, he shifted into his controlling stance, ready to guide the orb's trajectory.
That was the true essence of the Spirit Ball—the word "Spirit" was fine, but the real key was in the "control."
However, what happened next completely shattered Yamcha's expectations.
Because Kaito didn't even try to dodge.
He simply raised his hand... and caught the flying orb with his palm.
And the Spirit Ball actually stopped—held there like a simple rubber ball.
Even more unbelievable, when Yamcha tried to trigger its explosion remotely, the energy sphere suddenly deflated and collapsed, transforming into a swirl of light that flowed directly into Kaito's hand.
"Nani!?"
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