Chapter 1: I Know, You Are the Third Hokage!!
"Tsk, this is so cliché. Getting hit by a semi-trailer and transmigrating.
Just heading home after an uneventful day at work, and I had to run into this kind of thing."
Inside a dense 'primeval' forest with luxuriant trees and spreading branches.
Jiro, looking at most eleven or twelve years old with spiky black hair, sat hugging his knees. He poked at a fire while muttering quietly to himself.
"Could it be that my 'orphan constitution' is acting up? Damn it, I didn't volunteer for this.
Come on, I just bought a membership on that site. I was ready to take off as soon as I got home and sat in front of the computer.
Do you know how important that is to a pilot who has been working all night and is thirsty for action?!"
Letting out a long sigh toward the sky, Jiro pushed off his knees and stood up from the ground.
Having read countless novels, he knew that complaining now was meaningless. The urgent priority was to understand the world he was in and then figure out a way to survive.
"No, that's what I say, but barring any accidents, this should be that world."
Turning his head to look at the tail swinging left and right behind him, a pressure as heavy as a thousand pounds suddenly weighed on Jiro's shoulders.
There's no mistake. I've become a Saiyan. Although a physical examination shows this is my childhood body, this monkey tail absolutely confirms it's a Saiyan!
"No way!! The Dragon Ball world is super dangerous, okay?! The Emperor of the Universe Frieza, the Androids, Cell... it's a complete nightmare!"
He knelt on the ground clutching his head in despair. Although he had watched Dragon Ball endlessly, if given a choice, he absolutely would not have transmigrated to this world.
"No, this world is too dangerous. If I don't want to die, I have to train hard."
After becoming a Saiyan, his body was several times stronger than before the transmigration. This allowed Jiro to flip up from the ground with ease.
"That's right, I am a Saiyan. I may not compare to Kakarot or Vegeta.
But as long as I work hard, I can become a Super Saiyan, right?"
Thinking of comforting words, Jiro slowly walked up to a large tree that would take four adults to encircle and clumsily assumed a horse stance.
Before training begins, let's test my current strength. An eleven or twelve-year-old Saiyan not on Planet Vegeta... could I be an exiled low-class warrior?
Exhaling a breath and clearing his mind of distractions, Jiro extended his arms. He brought his elbows together, curved his ten fingers into the shape of a calyx, and slowly drew them to his waist.
"Ka~ me~ ha~ me~~"
Reciting lines one would only say during their chunibyo phase, Jiro actually felt a stream of energy traveling through his lower abdomen.
I can do it! If it's the current me, maybe I can really fire a wave!
Confidence filled Jiro's chest, causing him to thrust his hands forward without hesitation the next second.
"Ha—!!"
Pffft~~
A stream of hot gas shot out from beneath the base of his tail, accompanied by an unbearable stench, causing Jiro to petrify on the spot instantly.
That energy... was just a fart....
"Fuck!!"
Unable to hold back any longer, he slammed a heavy punch into the tree trunk. The immense force shook the branches violently, instantly startling countless birds into flight.
The despairing boy threw himself onto the ground, looked up, and shouted.
"Help!! I can't stay in this world, I—want—to—go—home—!!"
...
Outside the forest, a short, bald old man was holding the latest issue of Weekly Sorcerer, reading it with a flushed face and occasionally letting out a 'hehe' giggle. Suddenly, his ears twitched. He looked up toward a spot in the forest where flocks of birds were scattering and said:
"Strange, was someone shouting for help just now?"
Uncertain, the little old man stood on his tiptoes and looked earnestly in the direction of the sound.
Although there was no follow-up sound, his sharp eyes saw wisps of blue smoke rising from a fire above the forest.
"There really is someone. Then I can't ignore it; I must go take a look."
Faced with the possibility of a traveler in mortal danger, the little old man shed his previous lecherous image and hurriedly moved his short legs, rushing into the forest.
Although he wasn't tall, in just a few breaths, the little old man crossed a distance of nearly a thousand meters, rushing toward the source of the sound.
Bang!
Just as he approached, the dull sound of an object collision reached his ears.
Curiously pushing aside the bushes blocking his front, the next second, a fair-skinned, handsome little boy appeared before him.
"Damn it! I can't even fire a single wave, and I'm a Saiyan!!"
Jiro's sorrowful and angry roar reached the old man's ears, leaving the little old man confused.
Although he didn't understand what the brat was saying, looking at the surrounding environment, it didn't seem like a life-threatening event was occurring.
Is he lost? For such a small child to be alone in this kind of danger-filled jungle, it is indeed very risky. regardless, I should get him out first.
Thinking this, the little old man immediately put on an expression he considered kindly and walked out.
Rustle~ Rustle~
"Holy crap, what is that?!"
The keen five senses brought by the Saiyan bloodline allowed Jiro to clearly capture the rustling sound of friction in the grass.
Not forgetting he was in a jungle, he immediately turned around, body tense, looking in the direction of the sound, his brain conjuring up images of various ferocious giant beasts.
But in the end, what fell into his eyes was a short, diminutive old man wearing a kindly smile.
"Don't be nervous, young man. This old man is just an ordinary elderly person who happened to hear some commotion and thought you might need help."
While saying this, the old man was praising him in his heart.
Not bad vigilance. If he understands some Magic, he'd be a qualified Mage candidate.
Having just met, the old man's passive skill for 'picking up children' began to flash red.
After seeing that the person wasn't the alien monster he imagined, but an old man who looked quite advanced in years, Jiro also breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course, he didn't underestimate the other party. In the danger-filled world of Dragon Ball, old men like Master Roshi who looked frail on the outside but were actually exploding with combat power were not uncommon.
But for some reason, he felt like he had seen the image of the person in front of him somewhere before.
Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock. He pointed a trembling finger at the old man and stammered:
"You, you...."
Jiro's expression and actions made the old man puff out his chest proudly.
"You recognize me, huh? I didn't expect this old man's image to be so deeply rooted in people's hearts that even such a small child knows it.
That's right, this old man is..."
"The Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen!!!"
"That's not it at all! Who is that?! You've got the wrong person completely!!!"