Chapter 2: Silver Fang, Bang is Shocked
"Sigh..."
Bang looked at the empty formula tin, then at the energetic little guy in his arms, and sighed with a look of exhaustion. "If this keeps up, I'm afraid I'll have to turn this dojo into a dairy farm... or find a way to earn extra money for milk powder!"
The martial arts grandmaster was facing the biggest financial crisis of his career.
Kouki had finally figured out his current situation completely. The one who adopted him was none other than the S-Class Rank 3 Hero of the One Punch Man world—"Silver Fang" Bang!
That meant he had actually arrived in this world full of Monsters.
"Forget it, since I'm here, I'll make the best of it..."
Kouki had a good mindset and quickly accepted reality.
"My main mission right now is to eat, sleep, and grow up!"
Of course, there was another, even more critical mission—to suppress the power in his bloodline that could go berserk at any moment.
As the Legendary Super Saiyan, terrifying power was naturally dormant within his bloodline.
This power was like a sleeping volcano, constantly restless within his tiny body.
In the original story, Broly often lost control and went on rampages as a child, displaying astonishing destructive power.
Fortunately, as a transmigrator, his mental strength far exceeded that of an ordinary infant, acting like a sturdy dam.
Barring any accidents, he should be able to suppress this boiling torrent of energy.
Time flew by.
In just two months—
Under Bang's meticulous care, Kouki displayed a shocking growth rate.
Thump, thump, thump!
The tiny figure could already run steadily around the dojo, moving like a two-year-old toddler.
This growth speed was truly astounding.
"Speaking of which... it's time to give this child a proper name."
Bang stroked his beard as he watched the baby playing by himself, revealing a kindly smile.
He pondered for a moment, and inspiration struck: "Hmm... how about 'Bang-guk'? It sounds grand and has deep meaning!"
The more the old man said it, the more satisfied he felt.
"Kouki!!!"
A clear, tender, but absolutely articulate child's voice smashed over like a small cannonball!
Bang: "...?!"
He jerked his head down, only to see the little guy, who was barely two months old, looking at him with large, dark eyes and repeating: "Kouki!"
Bang turned to stone.
Tearing apart Monsters with his bare hands was a daily routine for him, but a two-month-old baby speaking... this was completely beyond his comprehension of martial arts!
"Is... is that you speaking?!" The old man's voice wavered slightly.
Kouki nodded vigorously, then hugged Bang's leg, looking up with a face that was the definition of obedient and innocent.
"..." Bang took a deep breath, trying to convince himself: "This child... isn't ordinary to begin with... speaking... well, that's also... reasonable?"
He crouched down to eye level with the baby. "Kouki... is that your name?"
Kouki nodded vigorously again.
Let the name from his past life go with the wind!
In this life, he is Kouki!
He liked this name!
"...Alright then, Kouki."
Bang finally accepted this setting and patted the little guy's head.
Kouki's eyes lit up. He immediately seized the opportunity and sweetly called out: "Grandpa~~~!"
The destructive power of that baby voice was MAX.
Boom!
These words were like an ultimate move, instantly piercing through Bang's steel-hard martial arts grandmaster exterior.
"Gr... Grandpa?!"
Bang froze at first, but then, a warmth he had never felt before flooded his heart.
As an old man who had never married or had children, pouring all his effort into martial arts and his disciples, he felt his heart melting at this moment.
He laughed heartily and lifted Kouki high into the air: "Hahaha! Good! Good boy! Call me Grandpa again!"
"Grandpa~~~!" Kouki was not stingy at all.
"Hahaha! From today on, you are my, Bang's, grandson!"
The old man's hearty laughter resonated through the dojo.
Warmth also welled up in Kouki's heart.
Kinship was thin in his past life. In this life, having a "Grandpa" who truly loved him seemed... not bad?
However, for the Legendary Super Saiyan, even in infancy, that terrifying power could not be completely hidden beneath the daily "warmth."
Bang!
—Another milk bottle was innocently sacrificed in Kouki's hands, shards and milk splashing everywhere.
Crash!
Kouki just wanted to "walk a little faster" to get a toy, but ended up smashing through the sturdy wall of the dojo like a cannonball, leaving a doll-shaped hole.
"Hiss... Kouki! Gently, gently!"
The most miserable victim was Grandpa Bang himself.
Once, while holding his dear grandson and teasing him, Kouki threw an excited little fist that landed precisely on his grandfather's nose bridge...
Thud!
Bang clutched his nose, which instantly turned purple, and nearly fainted from dizziness.
"Uwu... Grandpa, I'm sorry..." Kouki looked at his "masterpiece" and cried sincerely.
Clutching his nose and looking at his teary-eyed little grandson, Bang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How could he bear to scold him?
While applying ice to his swollen nose, he fell into deep thought.
"This power... is too astonishing, and..."
He could clearly feel that with every bit of Kouki's physical growth...
That energy dormant within his tiny body, like a prehistoric beast, was growing in sync at an alarming rate.
This completely defied common sense!
The speed at which his power grew far exceeded the infant's ability to control his body.
"Unable to control the exploding power... is that the root of the problem?"
Bang's expression became incredibly grave.
This grandson who fell from the sky not only had a mysterious origin but also possessed terrifying talent far beyond imagination...
A month passed quietly.
"Bang! I've come to see you!"
The dojo doors were pushed open, and a travel-worn Bomb strode in, his loud voice breaking the tranquility of the dojo.
However, the cheerful smile on his face froze instantly upon seeing what was in his younger brother Bang's arms, turning into disbelief.
"Ba... Bang?" Bomb's voice changed pitch. He rushed to his brother in a single step, eyes wide as saucers. "Wh... whose child is this?!"
"Brother?!"
Seeing his long-lost older brother, a look of genuine joy flashed in Bang's eyes.
He carefully lifted the baby in his arms a bit higher, his face brimming with a wonderful, almost boasting, fatherly smile. "Let me introduce you, this is my grandson!"
"Grand... Grandson?!"
The expression on Bomb's face could no longer be described as just strange; it looked like he had swallowed a live frog.
He leaned in sharply, lowering his voice with a mix of teasing and disbelief. "Hey, hey, you brat! When did you secretly sow your wild oats? And now a grandson has popped out?!"
Countless images from their youth flashed through his mind—his brother's wild and uninhibited martial artist life. Could it be he had some "romantic debts"?
"Cough!"
Bang nearly choked on his own saliva and couldn't help but roll his eyes dramatically.
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