After bowing down to thank master Zarid, Darc slowly started walking back home.

He looked at one of his hands. It was still shaking a little bit and he clenched it into a fist. So now this sort of training will continue for quite some for the next years.

Even after one day he already felt something well up inside him. It was a little bit of pride to have finished this torture. In his past life he never really put much effort into exercising.

Even yesterday he screwed up with his training and thought he did something good.

´But damn it really itches all over my body now.´ , he thought.

He stretched from right to left with his upper body while placing both his hands onto his waist.

Soon after he reached his home again.

After opening the door and entering he went straight to the living room. His father was still lingering around watching TV.

"Hey, dad" Darc said while looking around. "Is mom still not home?"

Its been already a while since morning and he wondered where she went.

"No, she is already back." He pointed to a room "She is in her gallery. How was your training?"

"Pretty good!" Darc said while grinning

Afterward, Darc looked to the gallery and entered it.

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It was a pretty plain room in white. There were some canvases in different sizes leaning at the wall here and there. There also was a big window where the sun was shining through and illuminating the room.

Darc slowly smiled after seeing his mother on a chair in the middle. She was painting right now and looked really concentrated. It had such a tranquil feeling that he got absorbed in it to watch her.

It took some while until Kibini stopped her strokes and put her tools on a small chair beside her.

She sighed and when she stood up she noticed Darc looking at her.

"Hey there my little sweetie", she said with a smile.

Then she moved closer to him and kneeled down to him and inspected him.

"Look at you being all dirty like this. Seems like the training was really rough? Come, let mommy hug you"

As she hugged him, she wrinkled her brows a little for some reason. Then she let go and looked at him a with a slight grin.

"Well, you should go take a bath. You do reek of hard work, sweetie"

While saying that she pinched his nose lightly.

"Hehe", chuckled Darc. He didn't notice that he smelled so bad but i guess its gotta be true when his mother noticed it.

He diverted his gaze from her and looked at the painting and started to question "What are you painting?"

"Nothing special. It is a Painting for someone that collects art. I was asked to make one with the theme of nature for them."

"I see. It looks good. I can already recognize some things in it. But was amazed how mom can concentrate like that. You looked like someone else"

Those were his honest thoughts about the way she drew that painting. She looked like she was in another world.

"Thanks, sweetie. It really is exhausting to be focused on something for a long time. But the effort will be rewarded. Come to think of it it also could be applied to your martial arts. So you should give your all on the things you start, alright?", said Kibini with a supporting look and a fist in front of her to indicate willpower.

Darc scratched his head at first. "I am not sure if I can stay so focused at something" then smiled brightly "But I will do my best!" After all, it was necessary.

"What is it you wanted to ask me? You wouldn't come into this room otherwise, would you?", Kibini asked him.

"Ah" Darc almost forgot "I wanted to ask if we can eat soon. I am pretty hungry. And I should say from teacher Zarid that he will come back later."

Kibini nodded in understanding. "Alright, I will go and make something ready for you. And its alright if mister Zarid stays longer outside. He already knows where the guestroom is. After all, he still stays here in our house for the time of your training"

She sighed after that taking another look at Darc and how he got at closer inspection some bruises. "I am still not sure if I like you doing those sports so soon."

"I am fine, mom" He shook his head to denie her thought. Then he started to turn around and walk away "I will be waiting with dad than."

Kibini looked at his small back frame walking away and smiled. Then she breathed deeply in and out and went into the kitchen to prepare something for her little son and husband to eat. She was hungry herself as well.

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Back in the living room, he took a place on the couch near his father and looked at the Television.

"Mom said dinner will be ready soon.", informed Darc his father.

"Thanks for telling me, son" did he reply with a smile and also still looked at the Television.

"What is that?", asked Darc his father after watching what was on the screen. It was some kind of commercial.

Truff grinned broadly because he knew his son probably noticed what was shown on the screen.

"That? That is actually a commercial for the 19th WMA in two years. It's a sports channel advertisement. To get more people interested in the WMA it seems they show some footage of sparing and fights"

Then Truff tugged his shoulder with his elbow all friendly and such. "Maybe you can go onto the next one in 7 years and show us how your training held up. What do you say?"

Darc looked at his father and grinned as well. "I am not only gonna show how, but also win it for sure!"

Truff was surprised but he smiled nonetheless. It seems he got a confident son. He would be really proud if he really gets this title. After all who has a son that can win the WMA with 11 years of age? Not many, that is for sure.

´The WMA, huh. That's actually not such a bad idea to win it. Also I just now found a really crucial information about my timeline. The 19th tournament is in 2 years. Since father knows the 20th is in 7 years then its still somewhere before Goku his first appearance. I know it was the 21st when he fought...Let's calculate...´

After doing some math he widened his eyes.

´Wait, does that mean I only got 12 years until the canon starts? Goku should also be sent to earth at about this time as well?

´No that can't be right. It should be around a year sooner... then11 years it is. Since I am probably gonna train for 4 -5 years I am only gonna have 5 - 6 years left. Minus the preparation lets say at most 5 years.´

He started thinking about his plans for the future and got a little bit of a headache from all the thinking.

Not only that but going through his thought cost him also a lot of time so that his mother already called them to eat.

He left the couch and walked to take his meal. pushing everything aside he was really hungry. Time to dig in. A genuine bright grin appeared on his face. He really loved the food here. Got to be careful not to end up fat.