Inside the silent servants' annex, there were no golden lights or blue lightning bolts this time. At the age of seven, Nyuro decided to train in his Base Form to hone his muscles and bones to the absolute limits of endurance. Android 18 stood before him with her usual coldness, prepared to begin their suicidal training session.
[Dragon Ball System - Physical Training Status]
Nyuro (Base Form): 750,000,000 (750 Million Ki).
Android 18 (Base Form): 520,000,000 (520 Million Ki).
Objective: To increase raw muscle density and instinctive reaction speed without relying on transformations.
The Silent Collision: Sweat and Steel
18 lunged toward Nyuro like an arrow. There was no thunder of energy explosions; instead, the sound of flesh striking bone reigned supreme. They exchanged punches and kicks at a frantic speed. Nyuro's sweat sprayed into the air with every movement, drenching the shattered wooden floor, while 18 attacked with flawless, mechanical precision.
A punch to the gut... a roundhouse kick... a swift parry...
Nyuro was gasping, his chest heaving violently, his muscles screaming from exhaustion. Despite his numerical superiority, 18's infinite stamina made him feel a growing sense of helplessness as time wore on.
Revealing the Truth: We Are Merely Ants
Nyuro paused for a moment, wiping the heavy sweat covering his face. He looked at 18, who showed no sign of fatigue, then closed his eyes and activated Super Saiyan 2 for just a few seconds to show her the magnitude of the energy before immediately deactivating it to return to his exhausted base state.
"Did you see that, 18?" Nyuro said, his voice laced with bitterness. "These transformations that we consider the pinnacle of power in our world... here, in this universe, they might mean nothing against the true titans."
18 stopped and looked at him questioningly. Nyuro continued, his fist trembling:
"We are very weak, 18. Cultivators at the 'Emperor Realm' could crush us with ease. They don't need to trade punches with us; they can destroy us with a single word, or even a glance that freezes our souls. Even my trump cards, which I train frantically to master, might evaporate before someone who controls the 'Laws of the Universe' and alters matter with their mind."
Despair as Fuel for Growth
Nyuro fell to his knees, sweat dripping onto his hands. "My father thinks himself a master at the 'Nascent Soul' level, yet he doesn't realize there are Emperors who swallow planets like grains of sand. We are ants training in a dark basement, while the giants outside could crush the basement and everyone in it without even noticing."
18 approached him, placing her cold hand on his burning shoulder. "Then let us be ants with skins of steel. If an Emperor kills with a word, we must build a body that even words cannot touch. Keep training... the pain you feel now is the only shield we have against those laws."
The Bloody Covenant
Nyuro stood up once more, his eyes shining with terrifying determination despite the fatigue. "Exactly. I won't stop until sweat turns to blood from my pores. If this world is ruled by Emperors, I will be the 'Glitch' that shatters their crowns with raw physical strength that refuses to submit to their laws."
Nyuro threw himself back into the attack against 18 with even greater force, leaving behind a pool of sweat, determined to turn his seven-year-old body into a weapon capable of withstanding those lethal "words" he feared.