Goku Resting Novels & Stories

I growled, my voice low but carrying the sharp edge of barely contained fury. Fukui, sprawled on the sofa opposite me, didn’t bother to hide his own frustration. Dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, his bare chest rose and fell with the rhythm of someone far too accustomed to handling chaos but never quite at peace with it. Exhaustion seeped from his posture, his forearms resting heavily on his thighs as he stared me down with a scowl that mirrored my own.

“Aren’t you going to increase the strength behind your punches?” Gwen gives her the look of surprise after he tell her what he wants and then burst into laughter. “PUHAHAH! What a funny kid- what do you think of me? Do I look like I have infinite power? I hate to break it to you Zed but there is no such things as infinite power here. And that is the last level of strength that my body can do.” She said with a relieved tone as she sits down on the training floor.

He had no demeanor of a senior or a master at all, compared with the God of War of Mysterious Frost in the Northern Region who was calm and majestic, and Lord Buddha of the Great Leiyin Monastery who was taciturn. "Ah-... Ahchoo... I'm so sleepy. I'm tired from catching the fish just now. I have to take a rest. You three can leave now. Don't stay here and disturb the sleep of an old man. Just go as far as you can. Let's see who is the lucky one." Li Da, the Central Region Supreme God of War, lazily patted his mouth, yawned, and asked them to leave. The three of them didn't dare say anything else. They bowed and continued to go up the slope.

At this time, the Rank 7 Ultimate God Ranked Realm Gene Fighters was still screaming on the ground. Lucas heard the screams of a Rank 7 Ultimate God Ranked Realm Gene Fighters and raised his palm. A gentle aura appeared on his palm. The gentle aura went toward the wound of the Rank 7 Ultimate God Ranked Realm Gene Fighters. Suddenly, a miracle occurred. The bloody hole on Gene Fighters' right leg was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eyes. "How is that possible?"

James was bluffing them. It was impossible for him to show mercy in such an intense battle. He was fighting with everything he had. Throughout the match, he had struck five times and completely drained his three forms of all energy. He had unleashed his strongest moves and could no longer take on another opponent. Although he maintained a calm composure, he was already powerless. After the five souls left the arena in embarrassment, James slumped to the ground. He propped himself up with difficulty and sat in a lotus position. Then, he began to restore his strength.

I stepped inside—and froze. The door closed softly behind me. King Raiden was sitting on my bed. Not standing. Not pacing. Sitting. Elbows resting on his knees, hands loosely clasped, posture relaxed in a way I had never once seen in public. My mouth opened. Nothing came out. I knew he’d left the training ground earlier. I just hadn’t—expected this. He lifted his head slowly, eyes dark and steady as they met mine. For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Pavan's expression shifted as the implications of that look arranged themselves into something resembling clarity. "That's not going to be normal lifting, is it," he said. Abby smiled. It was a very calm smile. The kind of smile that, under certain circumstances, might be described as serene. Pavan swallowed. At the edge of the hall, separated from the others by both distance and preference, Kuro worked in silence. He had claimed a strip of open floor near the wall and was currently on his hands in the kind of push-up set that looked, from across the room, like penance. His breathing had gone ragged somewhere around the hundredth repetition, but he hadn't stopped — had pushed through into a

Right now, what he needed was to recover as quickly as possible so that he would be ready for the next stage of his training. “Time’s up.” The cold voice of the 5th forced Mane to end his meditation and rise. Just like before, his breathing had been normalised during his short break and his energy, although not completely restored, wasn’t empty either. “Ready yourself.” the 4th demanded. “I’m ready.” Upon making this announcement, Mane lightly spread his legs apart and bent his knees. He stretched his arms before him and breathed in deeply.

The tension in the brightly lit auditorium was palpable. Akin lay sprawled on the ground, bruised and bloodied, his once-dominant presence now a shadow of itself. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, his eyes closed as if finally subdued. Luke stood over him, his fists still clenched and his breathing heavy from the intense battle. His enhanced senses hummed with alertness, ready for anything. Beside him, Bayo stood tall, his expression grim, his broad shoulders rising and falling as he recovered from the fight.

I quickly returned the picture frame to its place. "I don't want to, I'm still full. I need to reduce the food first." I sat on the wooden sofa on the side. I was staring at him. He was wearing a white shirt and a gray jogging pants. His hair is still wet. He looked so damn sexy. "Thirtyminutes then you take a rest," he said and spread the towel on the hanger on the side. "I don't even want to. I'm not tired yet." "Yes, you are," he said. "You look tired."