Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

Others echoed this sentiment.

Almost everyone involved believed that the matter would end with "the car not being found, but someone will always take the blame."

Even so, there are still a few people who insist on doing what they feel they should do.

"Damn it! These petty thugs defecting from the family aren't even worth the family sending people to handle. I'll take care of them myself, make a name for myself, and avenge myself!" — Albert during the pursuit.

"When is this lunatic going to stop chasing us?! His hand is injured, how can he be so good at steering with only one hand?" — Javi & Austa on the run.

“Even though we don’t know what that car looks like, if we keep searching, we might find it. If that happens, we might be able to regain the boss’s favor…” — Broca during the search.

as well as...

"Robbery and car theft everywhere. This place is worse than the wilderness. Let's just search the whole area first." — Thomas, who had just left the hotel.

Regardless, by the time they arrived in White City, none of the three parties had achieved their objectives; otherwise, they wouldn't have had the opportunity to realize what had happened when Tomat woke up. The hotel staff responsible for stalling for time didn't know whether Tomat's sigh after learning the truth represented disappointment or anger, nor did they know why he had gone out at that moment.

However, they all thought this was not a good thing, and they also informed the boss about Tomat's departure. Unfortunately, the current boss was also unaware of Tomat's background and details, so he was unsure how to handle the situation properly.

"If all else fails, just recall Broca now and hold him accountable so he can calm down."

"That...that gentleman 'disappeared' from our sight shortly after stepping out the door..."

The statement from the receptionist was not an exaggeration to suggest that she had failed to persuade Tomat to stay when he left in a hurry.

She simply stated what she had seen truthfully.

Thomas walked toward the street not far from the hotel, and then disappeared under the neon lights like smoke blown away by the wind.

Even the Lupo's sense of smell couldn't track the scent; it was as if he had vanished into thin air...

The White City, the tallest building in the business district and the local family meeting and office space, does not provide Tomart, who stands on its rooftop, with a panoramic view of the city.

With a light touch of his toes, without using any aerial techniques or generating any significant reverse force, he effortlessly rose into the cloudless night sky. He stared down at every corner of the city, the bustling crowds, the passing vehicles, and everything under the twin moons and neon lights came into view.

But this did not allow him to find the vehicle immediately.

Perhaps the car is still parked in some hard-to-find corner of the city, perhaps it's blended into the bustling traffic and gone unnoticed, or perhaps it has already been driven into the vast desert...

Thomas didn't have any vehicle tracking anti-theft device on him; the one he usually had was integrated with the car key. It can only be said that he was negligent because he regarded this hotel as a reliable place and entrusted his car to them for cleaning. But who knew that he would encounter such a thing just by staying here once.

"I found it using the brute force method..."

[Main Text] The Saiyans' Daily Life on Terra: Chapter Nineteen - An Unfinished Product

Having great strength is an undeniable advantage, but it can also bring some inconveniences, such as unnecessary damage caused by poor control. However, this can always be avoided by honing one's control skills.

However, there is one thing whose impact is always difficult to overcome—that is, the impact on the surroundings when moving at high speed.

Air currents, sonic booms, and high speeds, when pushed to their limits, are themselves a form of destruction. Like a whirlwind, they could easily destroy an entire city in an instant.

While this is a problem that can be solved by controlling the speed, what if you have to use ultra-high speed for certain needs, but don't want to cause damage to the surroundings?

Tomat's so-called "clumsy method" was simply to run through every corner of the city at extremely high speed.

You can't exactly make the materials of the surrounding objects stronger, or make others able to stabilize themselves instead of being thrown away by them? That would be far too troublesome.

But he didn't intend to slow down, since strolling through the city at a pace that wouldn't create a strong wind would take too much time.

Tomat leaped from the high-rise building, and at the same time, a round, light-colored light enveloped his body, like a spherical protective shield made of aura.

He doesn't intend to slow down, but that doesn't mean he'll turn the whole city upside down during the search, so he'll use what he's learned to avoid the effects of movement.

Just as "concentrating power on a single point" achieves an attack method that is "small in range but powerful," this technology is also used to reduce unnecessary impact, only in a completely opposite way.

The former is to maintain constant focus, like condensing the power of a drizzle into a water cannon, transforming an attack that would explode upon impact into penetrating damage; the latter is to actively disperse, conforming to the natural atmosphere of the surrounding environment, like water flowing smoothly through a filter, rather than colliding violently with its surroundings.

However, Tomat learned this technique not only to reduce the effects of high-speed movement, but also to use it in combat.

Actively raising one's aura and tensing one's body are the most common defensive methods, but they all require enduring attacks. In combat, taking a direct hit is never a good choice. Even if the damage is not high, it will eventually break through one's defenses sooner or later.

Dissolve what can be dissolved, avoid what can be avoided. The method Tomat is using at this time is the opposite of actively controlling the body, but rather letting the body follow the movement of the breath, and the breath further reacts according to the external environment. In other words, in this state, all external stimuli will become command signals for the body to make corresponding activities, just like water itself has no shape, but will naturally change shape when it falls into a mold.

Therefore, having actively adapted to the surrounding space, Tomat became as if it had become part of the space itself. Even while maintaining high-speed movement, it did not push away the things around it, and the obstruction caused by the air would completely disappear as if it were passing through its body repeatedly.

Of course, Tomat cannot be said to be too proficient in this technique. It requires him to maintain a certain natural state of mind, rather than deliberately concentrating or simply spacing out. It is not an easy task to master it.

At the same time, he can only use it for pure defense and evasion, producing a kind of anticipatory response to the opponent's movements, but he cannot use it for offensive purposes.

Therefore, in the past, it could only be effective when fighting opponents of the same or lower level. It was useless against stronger enemies. Due to the lack of valuable practice opportunities, it was still far from being in its true best state.

Thomas didn't name this technique, but he had at least imagined its effects upon completion—unless the opponent was superior, any attack, whether physical or energy-based, would likely become an "instruction" for perfect evasion or neutralization. Furthermore, if used offensively, opponents, unless possessing the same technique, would be nothing more than vulnerable targets, while he himself wouldn't reveal any weaknesses while attacking.

That's probably the ultimate level of attack and defense.

But these things seem too far removed from my own life.

The figure of Tomat, shrouded in aura, vanished silently after landing. At the same time, people out at night in the city seemed to feel something "floating" past them as they walked down the avenues, while also experiencing a slight shortness of breath.

As Tomat moved past them at supersonic speed, he only slightly took away a bit of the air in front of them. It felt like riding a bike against the wind, a brief feeling of suffocation that was confusing but also fleeting.

Every avenue and every alleyway bears Tommart's footprints before the second hand of the White City clock tower moves to the next number.

This is undoubtedly a thorough, comprehensive search; if the target is within this range, there is absolutely no possibility of it being missed.

Finally, Tomat stopped walking.

In an empty lot surrounded by empty houses, a scene that was somewhat "tragic" and yet left people with a lingering sense of ambiguity unfolded before Tomat.

His RV was crushed on top of a black sedan, which was now as thin as a sheet of paper.

However, there doesn't appear to be any blood flowing out, so there's probably no one inside.

Then, next to the RV, a tall, dark-haired man named Felin was choking another somewhat familiar-looking man named Rupert. The former looked furious, while the latter couldn't breathe.

Two men, one red-haired and the other silver-haired, were trying to mediate the fight, looking bewildered.

"You little car thief, you've got some nerve! Now your car's been crushed. Looks like I'll have to bring your head back with me."

Whether it was skill or luck, Broca actually found the car after several hours of searching.

He simply mistook the car for another one—or rather, he assumed the stolen car must be a luxury vehicle, specifically the black sedan.

When Broca saw the other person escape from the car at the last second, he was convinced that the other person was the car thief. As for how the bulky RV suddenly floated up when it was driving into a dead end, he didn't intend to think too much about it.

Does this technique look familiar? To be honest, in the Super setting, Ultra Instinct is a technique that is closer to the "technical level" and has strict requirements for hard power. It relies heavily on the user's own basic strength. For example, even if the father mastered Ultra Instinct, he would probably be crushed by Broly in the small boat.

[Main Text] The Saiyans' Daily Life on Terra: Chapter Twenty - Home Delivery

"There are so many car thieves around here..."

Tomat's voice broke the atmosphere, and as everyone turned to look at him, Albert broke free from Broca's grasp, coughing as he made out Tomat's figure.

"You...you are...!!!"

The other person extended a hand wrapped in bandages, and Thomas remembered who this person was.

"He called you a car thief... So the car you drove when you robbed me was also stolen from someone else."

Completely ignoring the other person's expression, which seemed to be so smug that his jaw was practically dropping to his toes, Tomat looked at Javi and Osta standing on the other side.

"But it ended up being flattened by another group of car thieves?"

Looking at the car crushed to scrap metal under the RV, Tomat smiled. He could roughly guess that the two people had accidentally pressed the flight switch, which crushed the car that couldn't dodge in time. Albert was lucky to have escaped with his life.

Who are you?

Arriving so close without anyone noticing made Broca, who was confident in his skills and vigilance as a henchman, wary. However, he also remembered to hold back Albert, who had just gotten up, to prevent this "guy who stole the luxury car of an unknown important person" from escaping.

"Don't mind me, I'm here to find my car just like you, but it looks like mine is completely undamaged, while the one you're looking for is just a pile of junk."

Thomas waved his hand, and then, without any precautions, walked towards the RV while the other person stared intently at his back.

"Hey, Austa, did you hear that? He says he owns this car!"

"...This is not a good thing."

Javi was slightly excited, but Ottos realized what it really meant that the other party had come to him at this time.

Unlike the thick-skinned Javi, the more perceptive Austa also sensed Tomat's unusual behavior, which was completely contrary to their previous assumptions.

There were no bodyguards, no guards, and no suits with family crests as standard attire for high-ranking family members. The other party simply walked over unhurriedly, seemingly without any threat—yet it made him break out in a cold sweat.

Regardless of what kind of person the other party is, the fact that they came to him in person means that they knew the car had been driven away and came to investigate.

For Javi and his group, there was indeed a reason for doing so. After all, they were being relentlessly pursued by a madman, and they couldn't stop even if they wanted to.

But what about the people involved?

The other party probably just feels that "their car has been stolen."

"It seems that someone has already taken action against that dishonest and clumsy fellow. Now, isn't it your turn to pay the price for your petty theft?"

Tomat clenched his fist, the cracking sound not exactly intimidating, but it still clearly conveyed his meaning—get ready to get beaten up.

"You...you let me go! I didn't steal the car! This car is mine!"

However, at this moment, Albert's shout interrupted Austa, who was about to explain to Tomat. While looking at Tomat with fear, Austa shouted very seriously at Broca, who was holding him down.

"Why are you bothering me if you don't care about those people who are thinking of betraying the family?! Or are you one of them?"

But when Broca looked toward Javi and the others because of Albert's words, he only saw that Tomat, who had been holding one person by the back of the collar, had let go of his hands, and Javi and Austa were now lying on the ground, both incoherent.

The two, whose explanations had been interrupted by the noisy Albert, each received a punch to the forehead before they could speak again—enough to knock them unconscious for a while but not to kill them.

Then, in front of Broca, who was somewhat confused about the situation, Tomat lifted the RV off the wreckage of the car by holding it up by the bottom with one hand.

It looked as easy as a paper car, but the vibrations when it landed made him realize that this perception was just an illusion.

"...Stop making excuses for yourself."

Stubbornness has its advantages. Broca, who was determined to do something, wouldn't cause any trouble for the bald guy, especially since the other party seemed like a tough nut to crack. Since he was already convinced that the car his boss had asked him to find was the one Albert was driving, even if the car was destroyed, he could still get away with it if the car thief was caught.

Broca and Tomat each did their own thing, as if the other didn't exist. One was constantly restraining the struggling Albert, while the other was entering the driver's seat to check for any problems.

"I already told you I'm not a car thief! Do you know who I am? How could I possibly steal a car? I'm...!!!"

"I don't care who you are! Just behave yourself!!!"

Growing increasingly impatient with Albert, Broca delivered a karate chop to the back of his head, causing him to scream before losing consciousness.

Meanwhile, after confirming that there were no problems with the car, Tomat started the engine and prepared to return to the hotel.

Broca, carrying Albert, looked at Tomat's RV, thought for a while, and then waved to it hesitantly. Tomat then leaned out of the vehicle.