Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

All he could do was, in a self-deceptive way, erect a crude memorial in the place he had been, not even daring to hope that those terrified faces would disappear from his dreams—he knew exactly what he was doing.

Money is increasing.

The same goes for the memorial tablet.

And his combat power continued to rise accordingly.

Perhaps detectors really do have unreliable aspects. In battles that seemed like a sign of giving up, the child's talent was gradually unearthed by that senior, to the point that he surpassed many of his peers and was able to compete with some of his adult kind.

And this may be the only thing that makes him happy.

Because as long as he continues to grow stronger, there is a possibility of changing the status quo—even ending the country that has burdened him with countless sins, and then seeking an "opportunity to make amends to the dead."

The child saw hope and found a reason to persevere, or rather, an excuse not to let other thoughts overwhelm him for the time being.

As the years went by, those three things accumulated gradually as he grew into adulthood.

But a fourth thing entered the child's life—though by then he could be called a teenager.

"A fourth thing?"

Froststar listened to a long part of the story again, then looked ahead once more; they were getting closer and closer to the ticket booth.

"It should be said that..."

Tomat hesitated for a moment.

"...something like 'love'."

After a long sigh, he finished the second half of the sentence;

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in love?

he?

Froststar's initial hesitation upon hearing the word was not meant to be disrespectful.

Regardless of whether it was a budding romance with no understanding of real responsibility, or a serious love where both parties were determined to entrust everything to each other, it's not surprising that boys of Tomat's age have had such experiences once or twice.

But the problem is—he is Tomat, a guy who, apart from looking more mature than his peers, is seriously out of the definition of a "normal person" in every other aspect.

And combined with the "story" he told earlier, Tomat actually did not grow up in an environment that applies to common sense from birth to adulthood.

Like herself, she suffered persecution in Ursus during her childhood and spent her youth traveling with the Patriots in harsh natural environments and arduous military careers. She almost never had normal living conditions, so she was unable to experience some of the things that normal people should experience.

However, if what Tomat said is true, his "abnormality" is far greater than his own.

But now, this man, who seems to have little desire for anything other than food, and whose other desires seem rather weak compared to others for various reasons, actually claims to have been in "love".

Although she has profound insights into "friendship" and "family," Froststar's understanding of "love" or "romance" is mostly limited to novels that Yetis collect to pass the time.

If we had to include it, it might only be the ambiguous "dependency relationship" between the leader Talulah and another member named Alina a long time ago, when the Reunion Movement was active in the Ursus snowfields.

But Froststar always felt that such feelings were missing something from "love".

Now, this man, who seems least likely to fall in love, is about to tell his love story, which also piques Frostnova's curiosity about the unknown.

"It's incredible, isn't it? In that kind of environment, you fell in love with someone—by the way, she's the 'companion' I just mentioned to you."

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Although the warriors in the youth group are capable of completing various seemingly impossible tasks on their own, a team system still exists for the sake of efficiency.

Therefore, he was no exception and was assigned to the same squad as another soldier.

It's called a team, but it's really just two people.

Moreover, the boy also disliked working with other members of his own race.

After all, he himself was a rare anomaly, and people with similar personalities could not act together because they were not warriors.

So at first he thought his partner was a "normal member of the same race".

The so-called normal members of the same race are those who take pleasure in killing and ravaging the weak.

As for the senior who had been sparring with him, although he was someone with whom he could get along better in terms of personality, he already had his own team, so it was not the young man's turn to join.

And so, without any expectations, the boy took the initiative to meet with his companion before the next mission.

Unexpectedly, the other party turned out to be a female warrior.

As expected, she also showed impatience towards the boy's arrival.

It's understandable, since most of their kind dislike teamwork. Although the reasons vary, they all boil down to blind confidence in their own strength and the urge to monopolize the killing.

It's not surprising that they don't like each other.

Tell me, do you also find these jobs very interesting?

However, before the boy could even introduce himself, the other person asked him this question.

This question not only prompted the boy to think, but also made him, for the first time, carefully observe this person he hadn't originally intended to interact with outside of his mission.

She was a girl about the same age as the boy, and her face looked like that of a "young girl".

Her long, jet-black hair was styled into a ponytail, but sharp bangs remained on her forehead. Her hair was in excellent condition, which meant that she cared about things other than eating or fighting.

The absence of scars on her body suggests that she is a capable and efficient person who doesn't give others a chance to hurt her, or that she always receives timely treatment after being injured. It can be said that she is a shrewd warrior who is not bad-minded and always leaves herself a backup plan.

The fact that she didn't refuse the boy's invitation and even arrived early to wait for him shows that she has more patience than other members of her tribe.

Using the skills he had developed over the years to read people and avoid causing himself more trouble, the boy tried to guess the nature of this girl from his own tribe.

Then, in a calm tone, he said:

"Not interesting, not interesting at all."

The boy answered decisively, and the girl responded in kind.

"...I think so too."

The boy realized that although he had no right to emphasize this matter, the other party was indeed less straightforward than most of his kind.

A fellow human being willing to think?

That's really rare.

That day, two immature teenagers talked for a very long time on the desolate mountains of their hometown.

Dissatisfaction with the past, complaints about the present, and expectations for the future.

The content varied, but they all shared the common theme of "disliking how things are now."

I no longer want to fight for an order.

I don't want to engage in battles that don't help my growth.

I don't want to find and cruelly kill those who have no will to fight and are hiding in corners one by one.

I don't want to be as weak as I am now, so weak that all I can do is complain about everything and do nothing else.

"...You really don't seem like a Saiyan,"

"Shouldn't I be the one saying that?"

They talked until very late that day, as if they wanted to tell each other everything they had kept in their hearts since birth. They talked non-stop, but neither of them took the initiative to say that it was time to stop.

They parted ways only after their mouths were dry and they could think of no other topics to discuss.

A team assignment based solely on combat strength allowed the boy to gain the first person in his clan whom he could call a "comrade".

If his predecessors were his role models in combat, then this girl was someone he interacted with on an equal footing, with whom he had excellent compatibility.

Saiyans often say, "What else is there between Saiyans besides fighting?"

The boy and girl, on the other hand, devoted all their energy, "outside of fighting," to each other.

They travel to places they've never been before and explore various things worth learning. Of course, these things, which seem out of place for Saiyans, are not for fun. In fact, they are all seeking ways to make themselves stronger. However, the two of them accompany each other throughout the process.

But until they become powerful enough, the obligations imposed upon them will continue.

However, with each other's presence and companionship, they both felt that escaping this kind of life was not a distant prospect.

The bloody scene lingered in my mind, but a glimmer of hope still burned within me.

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"It's more like a relationship between LGBTQ+ people than a romantic one."

Perhaps the content wasn't too intense, or perhaps Tomat's narrative tone was too calm.

This made Frostnova subconsciously feel that what he was talking about was not the "love" he claimed to be.

"Yes, that's what I thought at first, until she left me, leaving me with one last gift."

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"Doesn't it seem ridiculous to you? No matter what, she and I—or my people—have committed unforgivable crimes, yet I expect change, or even compensation for the victims, or to do a bunch of pretentious things. Isn't that hypocritical?"

Before the story could continue, Thomas suddenly changed the subject and asked Frostnova a question that showed a clear understanding of her own limitations.

Even though everything cannot be easily categorized as good or bad, at least after Tomat finished telling these stories, no one will define him as "good" anymore.

“I will not judge you. I cannot judge you, nor am I qualified to forgive you on behalf of those people, or even say any words of comfort.”

Froststar is not incapable of sensing other people's emotions through their words.

Although Tomat downplayed his question with a sense of helplessness, he had become somewhat "unstable."

The fluctuations in emotion were reflected in his pupils, which would occasionally tremble as the story unfolded.

"So don't worry about what I'm thinking, just keep telling the story. I'll just listen carefully."

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It was an emergency deployment. Due to a shortage of manpower, the boy and girl were separated and sent to two different locations to carry out their missions.

Before entering the spaceship, she smiled and greeted the boy, asking when they would like to visit a place with the sea.

"Maybe next time when I have time."

The boy didn't take those words to heart and casually agreed.