Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

It's not just about pressing the advantage, but also about achieving the goal of "restraining Rhodes Island".

"Don't let them get away!!!"

Such shouts were incessant, but Tomat, who was overlooking the battlefield from the air, was waiting for the right opportunity and did not intervene in the battle.

—The battlefield, a mix of the Reunion Movement and Rhodes Island, was finally divided into two areas.

On one side is Rhodes Island, constantly defending against ranged attacks from the rear and retreating continuously; on the other side is the Reunion Movement, relentlessly pursuing them with overwhelming force.

"Is this distance sufficient? Have you confirmed everyone has retreated?"

The aerial technique was dispelled, allowing him to fall freely. But before hitting the ground completely, Tomat raised his right hand, extended his index and middle fingers together, gathered his energy on them, raised them to his left shoulder, and then very lightly flicked them out towards the shrinking, empty distance.

Unlike jet-type air blasts or spherical air bullets, this energy is like a sharp blade, easily forming a trajectory a hundred meters long in the air, plunging into the earth like a knife cutting through tofu, leaving a bottomless, narrow crack, as if it has disappeared forever.

The retreating operators didn't notice what was happening, but at that moment, the Reunion Movement members began to slow their pace. They were advancing like a tide, but suddenly they stopped, disrupting their already disorganized formation—it turned out that they were retreating all at once to attack us with an unknown area-of-effect spell.

Unfortunately, the shot missed!

"boom!!!"

When such thoughts come to their minds.

A wall of flames erupted from the previously small cracks with a deafening explosion. The original cracks were unable to withstand such a massive surge of energy, and began to crack and expand with a piercing noise comparable to the friction between steel components when a mobile city docks, eventually forming a huge crack more than ten meters wide.

The steep fracture surface glowed with the dark red light of molten steel, but even more striking than this light was a man with jet-black hair standing at the edge of the crack.

They wore equipment never before seen by anyone, and the tail of their race, unknown to all, swayed.

Tomat stood in the way of the main force of the Reunion Movement's Lungmen.

I will only say this once.

Tomat clenched his fists, slightly separated his legs, leaned forward a little, tensed all the muscles in his body, and let his breath flow freely through his body.

The endless cryosleep had long since caused Tomat's body to begin to rust.

After arriving in Terra, even though they received native-level physical training on Rhodes Island, it was barely considered rehabilitation, yet they claimed that Instructor Dobermann's training was inhumanly difficult.

Let alone fighting with all his might, he hasn't even "unleashed his power" yet.

Although it's unnecessary, he still hopes to return to the "original state".

If we use fists and feet, probably no one can withstand it. So let's unleash our energy and use an energy attack.

This doesn't refer to a full-force attack, but rather to "being able to control one's power even at full strength and exert the necessary control," otherwise the result would certainly be a visible crater on this planet. *1

The Reunion Movement members before us are just like the other organizations we've seen before. Even if we defeat them, it won't improve our strength. But in the present moment, at least they have the value of "getting back into the swing of things".

"Drink it!!!!"

The energy sealed within was released, radiating light that masked the dark red glow emanating from the molten steel around them. The impact of this energy created invisible waves that crashed against the surrounding earth.

The ground beneath his feet began to crack even without exerting any force, forming a dense web of fissures. Then, the fragments defied gravity and floated around Tomat.

"This isn't even my full power yet, you know what that means, right?"

"It's just making the rocks float! He's just bluffing! The explosion just now was just pre-planted explosives! Go around the crack and don't let them get away!"

Within the Reunion Movement, there are also elite soldiers similar to squad leaders. They are considered strong by Terra's standards and may have been renowned elites before joining the Reunion Movement.

However, unable to sense any aura and only able to feel some pressure instinctively, they subconsciously ignored even that slight sense of pressure due to their current fervent emotions, and began to make Satanic pronouncements about the gap left by the explosion.

"Is this your answer?"

The number displayed on the detector is around 2800.

This is not combat strength data, but rather a statistic of the number of people.

The main force before them was not the random ragtag troops they had gathered back in Chernobog. Even the vanguard at the very front were equipped with full military light armor, and their weaponry was of a standard quality, far superior to those thugs dressed in rags and wielding water pipes. Some of them were even equipped with Originium weapons.

The magic troops were surrounded in the center, ready to unleash attack and healing spells at any time, while the ranged strike teams in the rear were also equipped with a considerable number of replica guns or mortars.

With such an overwhelming number of attacks and the ability to launch phased and complex attacks at any time, it's no wonder that the doctor felt immense pressure in the face of such an offensive.

The Reunion Movement members didn't focus on Tomat. They paused for less than ten seconds before resuming their advance. These people simply launched scattered ranged attacks on Tomat's position—without cover, even a normal Terran would be overwhelmed by these attacks several times over.

"Let's pray my touch is still there."

Tomat changed his gesture; although he still used two fingers together, this time he raised them in front of him, with the fingertips pointing directly upwards...

—To provoke.

Image: "Saiyan Workflow", Location: "Images/1599398667-100197741-105955157.jpg"

Image: "Saiyan Workflow", Location: "Images/1599398684-100197741-105955157.jpg"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

For details, please refer to chapter 213 of the Dragon Ball manga.

*1: Z Warriors generally believe that being unable to control their power and resulting in the destruction of a planet is a sign of inferior skill.

[Main Text] Saiyans, reporting for duty!: Chapter Twenty-Four: The Battle

"Giant storm."

Thomas uttered the three words softly, accompanied by the raising of his finger.

Leaving aside the thoughts of those who have a special attachment to always shouting out the names of their techniques when they use them, at least a race like the Saiyans would try to give their techniques all sorts of names, even though they rarely shout them out unless necessary, such as when exchanging energy blasts, so as to make themselves look more imposing.

The "Giant Storm" technique originated from a mid-level Saiyan warrior in a certain legion, who liked to use it as a greeting to the local residents after landing on a planet.

Thomas simply flattered him and casually complimented his receding hair, and he understood the principle behind this trick.

Gather the energy, then spread it outwards, and then use your fingers to control the energy to surge upwards and explode.

A massive burst wave centered on the user will be generated, which can easily destroy everything on the surface and even expose underground bunkers. It is not only aimed at races that like to live on the surface of the planet, but also at the native inhabitants of the target planet, even if they prefer to live underground.

This move doesn't require much skill. As long as you have enough energy and basic control, you can use it. The only thing to be careful about is controlling your output to avoid damaging yourself or the planet.

If it were the original user, a few more hits would have been enough to turn over the surface of a medium-sized asteroid. Thomas, however, was clearly limited by his energy reserves and could not achieve the same result.

However, he can use his skills to confine the explosion to the area he desires, while allowing most of the energy to rise into the air or penetrate underground, achieving a better level of depth, much like a volcanic eruption.

In other words, if not properly controlled, the destructive effects will be no different from the original version; both will result in indiscriminate large-scale destruction.

"Um!?"

The ground beneath my feet was trembling—no, the entire city-state was shaking.

Longmen Square, a place that had long been a stronghold for the rioters, was now deserted.

Furthermore, this place, which has become a concentrated area for severely infected individuals, must undergo a thorough cleaning and renovation even after the Reunion Movement leaves, otherwise it cannot be put back into use.

Before launching a large-scale attack, Thomas had confirmed these things, after all, it wouldn't be a good thing to blow up the entire Lungmen while using his Rhodes Island operator identity.

He needs to do his job—elimination and integration.

It wasn't about persuading or subduing them, but about annihilating them on the premise of accepting the Lungmen-Rhodes Island cooperation agreement.

He had done similar things many times before.

The shaking was intensifying. The Reunion Movement members in the square hadn't even taken a few steps or gotten close to the huge crack that Tomat had cut out, yet they already felt a massive heat surging up from the soles of their feet.

The rising air currents began to lift them into the air, while the ground beneath them turned a dark red, magma-like color, and then bulged up, as if something scorching hot was burning below.

—The rice cake on the grill was baked until a bubble slowly rose and then burst.

This is the scene that appeared before Tomat's eyes.

However, what burst out of the ruptured "bubble" was not a fragrance, but a scorching and deadly blast wave.

However, all of this ended the moment they struggled as they floated up due to the surge of energy.

The towering flames engulfed them completely.

Although, in Tomat's eyes, this was a slow process.

The impact of the explosion shattered their bones, making them look like puppets with broken strings for a moment, their limbs twisted in unbelievable directions.

The equipment was melted and evaporated in an instant, and the exposed skin turned charred black in a flash.

Then their entire bodies carbonized, crumbled, and vanished completely, and their Oripathy was eradicated along with their lives.

—It fully complies with the protocols for handling the bodies of infected individuals in any country or region of Terra.

If we're asking why these people didn't have the same luck as others who encountered Tomat's integration and survived, it's simply because resolving a one-on-one fight is much easier than resolving a "war."

A fight can be settled by victory or defeat, but a war can only end by life or death.

Moreover, even the former, Tomat, wouldn't mind ending the other party's life with death, let alone the group of people who came.

"Tomat, Rhodes Island's newly recruited reserve special operations operator, specializing in demolition, and no other information."

"But this demolition specialty seems to be a little different from other operators of the same type."

The entire battle probably lasted less than thirty seconds.

As the retreating operators paused because of the wall of fire tearing the earth apart, another explosion shot into the sky before their eyes.

The square, which could originally accommodate tens of thousands of visitors, is now just a giant pit filled with molten iron.

And the communication that had been hampered by interference signals was now restored.

The person she was communicating with was Dobermann, who had just left the bunker ruins with her squad, but she was still standing there staring at the lingering firelight.

"Reporting to Instructor Dubin," Tomat's voice came, "The 2800 Reunion Movement members at Longmen Square have been completely annihilated."

[Demolition Specialization]

After all, Dubin was Tomat's instructor for the past three days, so of course he knew his area of ​​expertise.

However, he had never seen him in person, only heard rumors that he had blown up the testing room—and there were many others on Rhodes Island with the ability to blow up testing rooms.

However, Dobermann now seems to have a clear understanding of the differences between specializations.

"...prisoners?"

Doberman asked with mixed emotions and little expectation.

"Zero, I'll give a battlefield briefing later; I'm good at that."

The tide of war began to turn.

The first to be affected was the battle in front of the Royal Guard headquarters.