On the way back, Roshi warned,
"Your goal isn't to win the tournament.
The world isn't as simple as you think.
But having the resolve to compete helps you devote yourself to training."
Krillin pumped a fist. "Great! I'll work hard!"
Chi-Chi nodded firmly. "Me too! Goku, let's do it together!"
"Yeah!"
Roshi said, "Alright—next batch of milk!"
"Charge!"
They kept working and training.
They crossed narrow log bridges, crawled through swamps, waded fast rivers.
They even sprinted through the jungle delivering milk while being chased by a tyrannosaurus.
Thrills pushed fatigue aside.
When that round ended, they finally understood what they'd gone through.
All three bent over panting, hands on knees.
Even Goku, who'd trained for ten years, felt how brutal Roshi's training really was.
It wasn't just hard.
It forced them to protect the milk while moving fast—adding pressure and urgency Grandpa Gohan's training didn't have.
Roshi clapped.
"Morning training ends here.
Next: help the farmers plow fields."
He pointed at a huge plot of land.
"Start. Finish fast enough and you get breakfast.
No hoes. Use your hands."
Krillin gaped. "Deliver milk, plow fields… this is insane."
Chi-Chi looked at her soft hands and turned to Goku.
"Goku, you won't dislike me if my hands get rough when I grow up, right?"
Goku: "…"
They rolled up sleeves and dug like dogs.
"Faster!"
"Faster!"
"Krillin, you're way slower than Goku!"
"Chi-Chi, keep up!"
Though it was crude labor, all three had martial arts basics, so they still dug quickly.
When they finished, breakfast time had passed.
Roshi looked at the clock.
"Took too long. Lunch and rest will shrink if you keep this up.
Starting tomorrow, the field will get bigger.
Speed up."
All three collapsed on the spot.
After breakfast, Roshi led them to the shade.
"Study time now.
A good martial artist doesn't only train the body—you train the brain."
Chi-Chi cheered. "I love studying!"
Krillin nodded. "Schoolwork's easy."
Goku muttered, "Only elementary stuff, right?"
…
At 12:30, Roshi brought them to nap under tree-hung hammocks.
"From now to 1:30 is nap time.
Train well, study well, play well,
eat well, sleep well—this is Turtle School training."
Roshi lay down first.
Chi-Chi and Krillin followed.
Goku asked, "If I cut sleep and keep training, won't I get stronger?"
Roshi chuckled.
"If you become a machine that only trains or works,
with no time for yourself…
what's the point of living?"
Goku blinked. "That… makes sense."
Roshi continued, "Gohan told me you work very hard."
Goku nodded. "Yeah."
Roshi smiled.
"Don't trap yourself in a narrow path.
Without solid basics you'll go nowhere.
A tower rises from the ground.
Overtraining ruins the body—
and even if it doesn't, you burn through future potential.
You won't go far."
Goku didn't fully grasp it, but it sank in.
"Master… I understand."
He lay down.
After the brutal morning, he fell asleep fast.
When he woke, he felt light, refreshed, and bursting with energy.
Roshi immediately cranked up the training.
That afternoon he made them push construction carts by hand—faster than excavators.
Even the workers were amazed at how capable these kids were.
Then he dragged them to a river.
"You're drenched in sweat. Next: swimming."
Krillin stared blankly.
"Not again…?"
Roshi grinned. "We're just getting started.
Change into swimsuits behind the rocks."
The main reason he allowed changing was because Chi-Chi was a girl—if it were only the boys, he'd have made them strip on the spot.
They changed and came out.
"Swim to the far bank and back—ten round trips."
Krillin smirked. "Ten round trips? Easy."
He jumped in—
and a huge shark burst from the water, lunging at him.
Krillin shrieked and swam for his life.
Chi-Chi screamed, "There's a shark! So scary!"
Roshi promptly kicked Goku and Chi-Chi into the river too.
"You two, get moving!"