Another six months of absolute isolation passed within the servants' annex. Nyuro was now one year and seven months old. During this period, his small body had transformed into a mass of dense muscle, hidden beneath soft skin. He was no longer content with merely walking; he spent the late hours of the night attempting to shatter the physical constraints of his infant form.
He sat in the center of the dark room, watching the System screen float coldly before him, as if mocking his cosmic ambitions.
[System Interface - Status Audit]
Age: 1 year and 7 months (Mid-Year Two).
Current Power Level: 2.2.
Average Human Level: From 5 (weakest man) to 1,000 (professional fighter).
100 Million Ki Status: "Completely Locked"; not a single atom can be drawn until the second year is complete to the very second and minute.
Nyuro looked at his small fist, trembling from exhaustion. "2.2... six months of physical hell and I haven't even reached half the strength of the weakest human in this palace! What a joke. I possess Gohan's talent, yet any simple servant walking past this wall has a power level of at least 5."
Conflict with Gravity and Flesh
Instead of repeating Mira's failed attempts, Nyuro decided to test his limits differently. He began attempting a "one-handed handstand," balancing his legs in the air. His blood pressure rose, his face turned a deep shade of crimson, and his bones emitted a faint creaking sound.
"Ugh..." Nyuro exhaled sharply as he collapsed onto the coarse mat for the hundredth time.
"This infant body is a true prison," he thought bitterly. "Gohan's talent is trying to explode with power from within, but my muscle fibers are still too thin. If I tried to draw the 100 million Ki now at this level (2.2), my body would crumble into dust before I could utter a word."
Mira's Sorrowful Gaze
Mira would enter the room to find him drenched in sweat and gasping for air as if he had fought a Great War. She would sit beside him and wipe his forehead with a damp cloth, believing he was suffering from a "fever" or some strange illness caused by being barred from cultivation.
"Little Master... why do you exhaust yourself so?" she whispered sadly, watching him stare into the void with sharp golden eyes. "If only I could help you... if only there were another path besides these blocked meridians..."
Nyuro did not respond. He knew her pity stemmed from her ignorance of his true nature. To her, he was a helpless child wasting away in the dark; to him, he was a dormant volcano awaiting the moment of eruption.
The Countdown
Nyuro returned to his exercises the moment Mira left. He began attempting to climb the wooden walls using only his finger strength, trying to raise that 2.2 by even a fraction of a decimal.
[System Notification]
High tension detected on tendons... Gohan's talent is initiating immediate tissue repair.
Physical Power Update: 2.2 -> 2.3.
Nyuro looked at the number with a weary sigh. "2.3... the road to 5 is still long. Only five months remain until the completion of the second year. I will make every single day a furnace for my muscles. I will reach that 100 million Ki standing on my own two feet, not crawling beneath the feet of cultivators."
Nyuro fell asleep that night feeling a delicious ache in his muscles, realizing that every drop of sweat falling now was a brick in the throne he would one day occupy, shattering the power scales of this unjust world.
Shall we move now to the moment the second year is complete? The moment everything changes and he receives the 100 million Ki?