DBZ: Ascending

3 - Learn From The Witch

"As in your other half, right?"

The Namekian nodded his head in affirmative, "The old crook has a technique which makes it easy to converse telepathic through long distance."

"Meaning he could get the other warrior's to surround you before you could get the chance." Another nod. "But what if you simply sneaked your way through?"

"That also wouldn't work, Kami has his eyes on everything going on Earth, even as we speak right now, he will know everything." Satori shifted slightly as he looked at a certain area by following where Piccolo was looking at. He couldn't see anything but the sky, perhaps he was missing something but it gave a clear conclusion that he was being watched without being noticed. "Before you even ask, he's the creator of the dragon balls, and if he dies..."

"They die with him." He looked back at the Namekian. "And since you're basically another half of him."

"Same thing the other way round. That's probably the only reason why the other fighter's were wary of my death. The dragon ball is a last chance tool to fix everything and they can't have us dying."

"That's kinda sad..."

"Hmph, don't sweat about such stuff, we're training to prevent anything from disrupting us after all." Pulling the clack away from his body as well as the turban which all landed on the ground with a large dent due to the weight, he narrowed his sights at the boy. "No time wasting, time for another set of training!"

Satori stepped back slightly due to the growing devilish grin that appeared on the Namekian's face. "I don't think I—"

"Dodge!"

"Gwakuh!!" And with that, Satori was punched on the side of his face and collided with a familiar mountain of rocks. "I feel like I'll just become dumber from these hits..."

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Satori's training with both Ki and magic continued until he felt a sort of bridge he could leap but was forced to be pushed back from doing so. While it was no exaggeration to say that such meaning would suggest the boy's magical power could not be increased further, it was in fact another reason entirely that had caused Piccolo to feel perplexed to an idea he felt would be beneficial even if he didn't desire to so in the first place.

The truth was that Satori's way of handling magic and Ki was based around how the Namekian performed and therefore also followed similar habits as stated before that he didn't know himself until he noticed the boy imitating him. The two's own nature of energy had a different feel whereas Piccolo's was darker while the boy's was lighter and left with hardly any malicious thoughts.

Such nature of his energy would allow the boy to traverse without being targeted from the capable fighters of being wary of his every move. Even then, if worse comes to worse, he had high hopes Satori could defeat them if he wasn't grouped up against more that he could handle at this current time. Having the ability to heal damages doesn't make you invincible enough to lose a limb and regrow them like he could.

Nevertheless, such thoughts didn't matter and the Namekian returned his focus back to the issue at hand of the boy's limit of how to utilise magic more proficiently. "There is someone that would be more suitable to learn from in order to further improve your magical abilities..."

Satori furrowed his brow and flared his attention in order to know the mysterious person who was more capable in using magic that the man himself. "Who?"

"An old crone, Fortuneteller Baba. She's what you would call a witch." Gesturing for the boy to come over, he placed his hand onto of the messy bundle of hair and allowed the telepathy to take place, proving the information of the whereabouts. "It'll take longer to reaching our goal if you go now but there's nothing I can do to stop you in giving us a higher chance in victory."