Civilian Naruto: Becoming invincible from the Eight Gates

"Are you stupid? It should be Gohan and the others who are coming. It's not like only Goku can use the Flying Nimbus."

Krillin was a little stunned when he heard this, and almost nodded in agreement, but then he suddenly realized that the Flying Nimbus wasn't just something that Goku could use.

He has already given the right to use it to Son Gohan, after all, he is his son, so he will definitely spoil him.

Not long after, the Flying Nimbus landed, and Son Gohan jumped down happily.

"Grandpa Wu Tian, ​​I've come to find my father!"

"Oh, my good child, Wukong is over there on the back mountain, you should go quickly."

Master Roshi also had a special fondness for the sweet-talking Son Gohan, and he was usually very tolerant of these juniors.

If they didn't have nothing else to offer, they would at least take out a few items to give to the other person.

However, it's also possible that he has a bad memory and has forgotten the functions of some of the good things he kept in the warehouse.

On the back mountain, Vegeta's expression changed slightly. How come Goku's strength is improving more and more?

He had intended to be taught by the other party, but it seemed that he had become the other party's sparring partner instead, which gave him the illusion that he had been tricked.

"You bastard, you're clearly just a low-ranking warrior, yet you've managed to get to where you are today. Could it be that I was wrong?"

Vegeta began to have some doubts about whether the bloodline system was somewhat unreasonable. Among the Saiyans, they were divided into so-called high-level warriors and low-level warriors based on their birth strength.

But now it seems that this is not absolute, but these things no longer mean anything to them.

Since Planet Vegeta has long been destroyed, there are probably more Saiyans still alive on this world than on Earth today.

As for the other Saiyans, they had long since vanished in that massive explosion.

"No, as long as we eat and drink well, isn't that enough? You're overthinking it."

When Vegeta asked him a question, Goku just grinned and showed his big white teeth. Perhaps it was because he didn't think too much about things that he was able to make steady progress every day.

"is it?"

Vegeta remained noncommittal, turned and disappeared from the spot, leaving behind the words, "Someone is looking for you."

Sun Wukong shook his head in surprise, wondering what this guy was up to now. Finally, he turned his head and saw that, sure enough, Sun Gohan was charging towards his position.

He immediately forgot about that guy's matter.

Sun Wukong still loved his eldest son very much.

"Gohan, what brings you here? Did Chi-Chi send you?"

He picked up Son Gohan and asked him a question.

"Yes, Mom said if Dad doesn't come back soon, she's going to come over herself."

Sun Wukong nodded. He had come with a mission: to bring Sun Wukong back, otherwise he wouldn't be able to go home either.

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"Carrick, you should be behaving yourself now, right? I've released you, so you'd better not try anything funny."

Suzumiya Musashi then shook the bottle in her hand and finally decided to release the guy, since keeping him locked up like this didn't seem to make any sense.

Let's see if we can tame him. If not, there's no point in keeping him; he's just taking up space in my bottle.

If all else fails, just kill them; he has plenty of men to his name anyway.

"Finally free, sir. Please don't lay a hand on me. I promise I'll obey."

Carrick greedily inhaled the long-lost fresh air. This was the first time he had ever felt sealed in a bottle, and it was incredibly uncomfortable.

This reminded him of how he used to imprison people in bottles, and those people must have felt the same way. Anyway, he didn't want to experience it again.

What god? Carrick no longer wants to be one, faced with this inhuman fighting power.

My own thoughts were almost laughable. No matter what, this guy was a mountain blocking my way. Even if I wanted to be a god, I would still have to get over him.

But Carrick was self-aware enough to know he couldn't get past it, so he might as well just give up and do as he was told.

Anyway, I'm already in this state, so I might as well stay alive rather than die.

Seeing that the guy had completely behaved himself, Suzumiya Musashi nodded in satisfaction, which saved him the trouble of doing it again.

"Here's what we'll do: you go to Dr. Gro first. He'll take care of everything. You'll have to follow his instructions carefully."

After careful consideration, Suzumiya Musashi thought that keeping this guy around seemed to be of no use, so he might as well send him to Dr. Gro and see if he needed anything.

Anyway, that guy is a scientist, so he should be able to make use of any resources he comes across, not to mention that he is a rare demon creature.

That ability to corrupt others will definitely keep Dr. Gru busy researching for a long time. As for whether Dr. Gru can subdue this guy...

Suzumiya Musashi wasn't too worried, after all, the androids that old man created were quite powerful.

Although Carrick's ability to corrupt others is very unexpected, it is useless in the face of absolute power.

Carrick naturally dared not have any objection to this arrangement and quickly nodded in agreement, but what he was thinking in his heart was unknown to others.

In the laboratory, Dr. Groh carefully examined Carrick from head to toe, his eyes practically burning with fervor for this precious experimental subject.

"What kind of look is that? I'm just here to help you, I'm not going to do anything else."

Carrick was getting a little fed up with the guy's stare, so he quickly said that he was a performer who didn't sell his body, and that even if he became a prisoner, it didn't mean he was willing to sell his self-respect and dignity.

"Ahem, don't worry, I don't have any strange fetishes. From now on, you'll be my assistant. However, I might need to collect some of your cells during the experiment."

Dr. Gro coughed awkwardly twice, then quickly composed himself so as not to scare the guy away.

If they were scared away, where else could we find such excellent experimental material?

It seems that following under Suzumiya Musashi was really the right decision; at least it saved me time searching for those materials.

At this moment, Dr. Gro completely forgot that he had only agreed to it for a few years, but unknowingly he had silently accepted the fact that he was going to be Musashi Suzumiya's subordinate.