>>6195639“So, you are the Turtle Hermit's disciple?” you'd asked the small child, towering over him and not taking the boy seriously. “Defeating a student of the legendary Master Roshi will be proof of my right to this title.”
“Big talk.” the young man, who you later learned was named Krillin said, taking his fighting stance. Which, while he doesn't have the confidence of decades of experience, you couldn't deny even then that he was powerful. His guard left no openings, his eyes tracked your every movement without being drawn in. But you'd underestimated him, thinking you could start slowly. But as the signal was given to begin he'd immediately leapt directly into close range, his speed shocking you as he got in close. You had done your best to defend yourself, but back then you'd only been able to block about one of every three to four attacks he'd fired, quickly sending you flying out of the ring. Yet, after besting you he hadn't bragged, instead leaping down to you and offering a hand up. “You alright? I didn't go too hard on you, did I?”
“K-King Chappa?” a voice shouts, snapping you out of your memories as your eyes fly open. Turning, you see a familiar figure wearing a clearly worn black suit, still wearing his sunglasses even. “You-you're ALIVE?!”
“Announcer? You are still here in this place?” you ask, genuinely surprised that he's here, much less alive. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing. I thought you were dead!” he replies, you seeing the broom in his hands. Realizing that he's been the one keeping this place as maintained as he could. “As for what I'm doing here, well... Honestly, just reliving the good old days, before the Demon King. It breaks my heart to see this place in such disrepair, so I come by every month or so to do what I can for it.”
“I see. It is good that this place means as much to you as it does me.” you tell him, leaping down off the stage and landing in front of him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “And now that the Demon King is well and gone, I was coming by to see what shape this place was in. How much work it would take to restore the grounds to their former glory, and bring this tournament back.”
“Wait, y-you mean it? You're going to restate the tournament?” he asks, eyes sparkling bright through his sunglasses. “Oh happy day!”
“One day, I seek to restore the tournament. But, first, we need to see what shape the old place is in.” you tell him. “Tell me, is the main stage still serviceable?”
“Oh, well, about that...” he replies, immediately sounding downcast. “I think you'd better see for yourself.”
“Very well.” you reply, turning towards the front, leading the way back to the entrance. Walking out of the building, only to be shocked with what you find.
