Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

As Hong, unaware of the truth, hurriedly approached Lyudmila, the latter, as if grasping at a lifeline, suddenly grabbed Hong's arm and refused to let go.

"Mira-chan!?"

Hong, who knew very little about the world, didn't know whether she should be happy or confused about the current situation.

All she could see was that Lyudmila was now afraid because of something she didn't know.

How did Kal'tsit and her grandmother cope with their fears in the past?

Oh, and pat its head, pat its back, and pat its tail too, that should do the trick.

Hong, who would normally be left behind by Lyudmila if she tried to do these things, was doing her best to soothe Lyudmila's emotions.

Lyudmila herself, however, still instinctively looked in the direction where the thing that terrified her existed.

—Siesta Tourist Beach, 3:00 PM, a section of road with no tourists—

What should I have been like?

In short, he wouldn't be a bloodthirsty, belligerent cosmic nomad who enjoys bullying the weak—well, at least he wouldn't be "bloodthirsty" or engage in "bullying," though belligerence is possible.

After all, I never dislike fighting.

Real battles always make me stronger. Rather than making enemies, I prefer to fight against beings that can be called "opponents".

I only hate senseless slaughter and extermination.

Those people will die only because of business, not because they are my enemies.

I will not show mercy to enemies, even if they will not contribute to my strength.

But I still hate it.

So what if I hate it?

Can I take down the person who gave me the orders?

...I am too weak.

Frostnova wanted to see what I, this "weak Saiyan," should have looked like.

He's probably the kind of guy who's ruthless in dealing with enemies, holds nothing back in normal times, and strives to make progress whenever he gets the chance.

A guy who expects his life to improve in the future, that his mistakes will be made up for, and that he will be able to have a more fulfilling and happy life.

Not everyone, after being brutally beaten by life, still has the energy to give the middle finger to the rest of the journey, refusing to admit defeat.

"Let me show you what I should have looked like."

Unrestrained, free-spirited, yearning for power, and pursuing struggle—Tomat is a Tomat who will never be satisfied with himself as he is now.

The aura that "belonged" to Tomat flowed out of his body.

It is neither about actively releasing one's aura nor deliberately suppressing it, but about allowing it to remain in its most natural state without any restrictions.

Therefore, it will not, like a burst of energy, trigger a powerful impact strong enough to be called an "attack".

But it still works for those with keen intuition or those who have experienced something similar before.

People who are not far enough away are also included.

His immense presence goes without saying. Years of being bathed in blood, coupled with his inner turmoil and struggles, have long filled Tomat's aura with a bloody stench that terrifies even the most instinctive creatures.

This is the unique scent of him and her.

Those of the same race who do not feel guilty for killing will never release such an aura.

The howling sea breeze, influenced by the air, seemed to transform into a strange scream and wail.

The sand beneath our feet was restless, like the resentful spirits of the wronged dead forming a swamp of grudges, threatening to drag all who passed by into an abyss.

This is not the kind of bloodshed seen in battle.

It wasn't the kind of loneliness one feels when cleaning up the battlefield after a war.

This is a walking hell.

Tomat sensed it—the instant he released his aura, Frostnova's hands tried to break free from their grip on his own.

But she endured it.

He looked at Frostnova's face.

She was biting her bloodless lips, trying to meet Tomat's gaze, but even so, her resolute eyes kept shifting away from Tomat's eyes.

What kind of fear could make a seasoned warrior turn pale at this moment?

Even though her unsteady legs were trembling, she still managed to keep herself from falling. Suddenly, as if losing her balance, she leaned forward and fell onto Tomat, bumping into his arms.

It could have been an accident, or it could have been a way of avoiding a disgraceful fall to the ground.

"I..."

Froststar tried to say something, but her choked throat prevented her from uttering a complete sentence.

"Isn't it terrifying? A monster in human skin, a human who can turn into a monster."

Froststar clung to Tomat, but the latter did not choose to support her or hug her.

He simply recounted the reality that the other person, even though they were mentally prepared, could not bear.

It's not that Frostnova's will is weaker than Amiya's—on the contrary, enduring Tomat's original form for so long at this distance is already quite impressive.

"This is what I am, what I am meant to be, and I will become even more terrifying. Once I reveal my true colors and do not hide them, I will hurt more people I do not want to hurt."

But as soon as Tomat finished speaking, Frostnova released his hands from Tomat's and instead embraced him.

She couldn't speak, but she was still conveying something through her actions.

Something cold and soft suddenly pressed against his body, and the momentary shock left Tomat speechless for a few seconds.

"...Keeping our distance is good for us all. I won't do anything to hurt you, and you won't get hurt because of me, so Frostnova...please don't..."

"I am not injured."

While Tomat's speech became somewhat incoherent, Frostnova uttered her first complete sentence since releasing her aura.

"I just... need time to get used to it, and so do you, so don't mind showing your true self to your real companions."

Her hands, which were tightly wrapped around her back, gradually slipped down, and Froststar seemed to fall asleep, unconscious due to the excessive exhaustion of her willpower.

Her legs, no longer supporting her body, slowly lay down, but the next moment, she was held in front of her by another pair of hands and led to another part of the beach.

Thomas remembers that at first, Frostnova protested against being carried in this manner.

"She's really... both willful and overly hardworking..."

Saiyans do not have the technology to control ki. They use energy and fly entirely through simple learning and instinct, so they naturally do not have the technology to suppress ki. This is why when the Saiyans arrived on Earth, they immediately sensed two "great and terrifying ki".

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[Main Text] Siesta's Hottest Holiday: Chapter Thirty-Two Are all orcas talkative?

"..."

"..."

A Saiyan walked on the beach, holding the cold body of Kakus.

An Agor sat in front of the tide, holding a chilled watermelon with his hands still frozen, and a little bit of bright red juice still on the corner of his mouth.

The two stared at each other in silence for a while.

However, Tomat noticed more the mountain of watermelon rinds—she really did come to the beach to eat watermelon as promised, but she avoided the crowds and chose a secluded spot to expose her eating habits.

"Click".

Skadi silently took a bite of the watermelon, which looked as if she had broken it open with her bare hands and had a rough cross-section, and then, as if she hadn't seen anything, turned her head back to face the waves under the moonlight.

The fact that he didn't need to say hello or explain anything made Tomat breathe a sigh of relief. However, just as he was about to leave, Skadi's voice rang out again, accompanied by the sound of the tide.

"So, you use your power to do this kind of thing?"

"What 'such a thing'?"

"Scare a girl from Carter's into fainting, and then do dirty, lewd things to her?"

"...But I think it's even more vulgar of you to have such thoughts."

The brief conversation made her stop. Skadi turned around and looked at the man who denied her suspicions. But thinking about it carefully, even if he really had this purpose, he would not admit it verbally in front of others.

However, more concerned with the lingering aura emanating from Tomat than with whether the man she had met during the day who had "touched" her body was a beast in human clothing.

—Just now, something with a strong presence appeared, carrying a strong smell of blood, but it was not something I was familiar with.

Despite the bloodshed, it didn't feel evil.

Even the strange, sweet, ape-like smell, and the sensation of a surging tide of blood-soaked fluid, felt somewhat familiar to her, as an Agorian.

Since that's the case, let's just ignore it.

Enjoy your melon with peace of mind, it's very sweet.

But as the aura drew closer, Skadi realized that it actually came from the man she had seen during the day.

She was somewhat curious, but not enough to make her abandon what she was currently focused on.

Until he saw the other woman from Carter's whom he had met during the day, whom he was holding in his arms.

"When you use that ability during the day, aren't you just picking and choosing your victims?"

It wasn't driven by a strong sense of justice like an act of heroism; Skadi simply loathed herself for turning a blind eye to such things.

Skadi recounted how she sensed Tomat using his aura to examine her during the day, and how Tomat made a malicious assumption about her.

This also revealed that she had just sensed Tomat's true presence.

"That was her own request...and there really was no other meaning behind it."

Looking at the unconscious Froststar, he understood how much resolve she had made before making this request.

Unfortunately, the level of awareness and the actual results are not always related.

But her insistence on accepting everything she showed had already left a deep impression on Tomat.

Now, all he wanted was to find a place for Froststar to rest.