“… it’s a long story, but I think something else takes better president. Things are looking… Bad, I can’t divulge everything at the moment, but let’s see that Shenron isn’t particularly happy with some of the more… materialistic wishes it’s been given recently”

*the older man just smiles* “… if anything, it’s essentially a hand me down, but it will be very useful to you in your future. Because I know where I got it from” *he chuckled as he waits for his younger counterpart to open up the present*

*Inside the long box, was a sword firmly tucked into a slightly modified sheaf, bearing the logo of the time patrol stitched on to the leather... The shape of the sword itself is familiar...* "They were selling replicas, so I got the original out and modified it, try it!"

"Yeah, the design is just as it was, but it's been reforged with Damascus steel with a layer of insulation on the interior of the blade to allow for Ki projection, allowing it to cut through Ki Shields and the like. Wouldn't be much use in the modern day if I didn't do that"

(🐺 yeah, I truly am the goat!)

*The smell of sage emanated from somewhere out of sight, as The veteran Wolfman sits down cross-legged in front of a gravestone, putting his hands together in a praying motion* “… Miss you every day Fu…” *he says quietly to himself, not really paying attention Around him*

❝ ya’ i bet 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐧 could totally fix that so don't you worry. but how has yer’ training been coming along? ❞

"... Training? I haven't done that in a couple of years, but that's mostly down to the fact that I haven't needed to, when you already the strongest human on record. I've been spending most of my time tending to graves" *the wolf spoke, oblivious to the gravitas of what he said*

“… I don’t know why, but something feels wrong… like a part of me just died, woke up in the middle of the night too, probably another one of those timeline jitters, but what’s that got to do with me?” *the wolf says, obviously groggy as he tries to get his bearings*

"... I've been drinking too much"

“… I have a sudden urge to beat the absolute living shit out of someone”

“… world-class indeed… with a while since anyone’s recognised me for my fighting ability though. I’m assuming you know about the Strongest Under the Heavens tournament?” * the old Wolfman chuckles… Definitely been awhile since people have recognised him in general*

“Heh, you wouldn’t have been able to win, especially these days with Majin Buu as the eternal gatekeeper… you definitely would’ve had a shot in the past though. So, I haven’t seen you around Conton, are you one of the new Orange Star recruits?”

“… passing through the ultimate nexus of several different timelines? You must be somebody real special them… Have a met a guy who could do that since…” *he pauses, his facial expression changes for a moment to sadness before snapping back to reality* “So who are you then?”

“…? Yeah, that name is unfamiliar. It’s nice to meet you though. I’m Yamcha, time patroller and statistically the strongest human in all of time and space” *He said with a casual charm that was a little difficult to see… But it definitely seems like he wasn’t lying…*

“… yes, I’m not entirely sure how to say otherwise, I’m the strongest human in the history of the time patrol, and considering I jump through both time and space, it makes me the strongest in all of history. Though I don’t get out much these days” *he chuckles dryly*

“… I’ve literally taking turns fighting every single strong being in my dimension, not even my own timeline, i’ve beaten most of them more than 10 times over. No one is really a challenge, so I spend my time tending to the graves of those who have passed, better use of my time.”

“… it’s the only thing the supreme Kai of time allows me to do these days. If I so much is think about going back on the Hope, she flips her lid…” *From inside of his martial artist Ki, he pulls out a packet of cigarettes, lighting one app with the tip of his finger*

“🎶You know that these, will be the good old days, 20 years from now…” *The Man of Fangs had been taken to singing as he worked… He found it rather therapeutic, considering there the gruesome matter of tending to graves*