Morning sunlight streamed through the windows of Tristain Academy of Magic, casting a golden hue across the stone corridors and the neatly arranged dormitories. Within one of these rooms—rather, the smallest and most sparsely decorated among the noble students' quarters—a particular pink-haired aristocrat was engaged in what could only be described as a one-woman religious ceremony.
Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière knelt dramatically at the foot of her bed, hands clasped so tightly together that her knuckles turned white. Her face, normally fixed in a look of defiant nobility, was now contorted with sheer desperation as she tilted her head up toward the ceiling as though pleading to the heavens themselves.
"O great and powerful gods above!" she began, her voice trembling with a combination of anxiety and sheer theatricality.
"Spirits of magic, divine entities of fate, cosmic forces of the universe, and—yes—even you, ancient dragons or whatever sacred nonsense rules this world!"
She took a deep breath, exhaling sharply as she squeezed her eyes shut.
"I, Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière, humble—no, noble—student of Tristain Academy, beseech thee!" she continued, gripping the bedsheets as if they were some sort of celestial artifact. "Today is the day! Today is my moment!"
Her voice rose dramatically as she spread her arms wide, as if expecting holy light to shine down upon her.
"The Familiar Summoning Ritual! The most important day in a mage's life! My future, my honor, my entire destiny—all of it hinges upon what I summon today!"
She exhaled, clutching at her chest as if overcome with overwhelming emotion.
"I have studied, I have prepared, I have—! …Well, I haven't exactly succeeded in any spells yet," she admitted, her eyes darting left and right as though some divine being might smite her for that technicality. "But that is beside the point!"
She clenched her fists, a renewed fire burning in her eyes.
"I refuse to be mocked again! I refuse to be called 'Louise the Zero' for another year! I refuse to let that arrogant peacock Guiche, that insufferable Kirche, or those commoners think they are better than me!"
She leaned forward, practically bowing toward her mattress in fervent desperation.
"So I beg of you, O mighty forces of existence, grant me the grandest, most powerful, most awe-inspiring familiar this academy has ever seen! Let it be a beast of legend! A dragon! A divine phoenix! A celestial knight! A creature so magnificent that the Headmaster himself will weep at its brilliance!"
She clenched her eyes shut, shaking slightly.
"Please, anything but a dumb animal! No toads! No moles! No pathetic excuse of a rat!"
Her eyes flickered open as a thought crept into her mind. Her lips trembled.
"…And please, not another explosion."
She grimaced, her shoulders slumping slightly. The memory of her last magical attempts played in her mind like a terrible nightmare. Sparks, smoke, students screaming, Professor Chevreuse running for dear life as an entire classroom detonated into oblivion...
Louise bit her lip, shaking her head violently.
"No. No. Not this time. It will work! It has to work! It—"
A loud knock on her door made her yelp in surprise.
"L-Lady Vallière?" came the soft, hesitant voice of Siesta, one of the academy's maids. "Are you… um… are you alright in there?"
Louise, still half-kneeling, half-collapsed over her bed, whipped her head around in sheer mortification.
"I'M FINE!" she shouted, scrambling to her feet.
There was a pause.
"…Are you sure?"
"Yes! Why would you ask such a thing?!"
"Well…" Siesta's voice trailed off, uncertain. "It's just that… I could hear you… um… pleading for divine intervention."
Louise's entire face ignited like a cherry bomb.
"I was doing no such thing!" she snapped, stomping toward the door and throwing it open with a dramatic SWISH.
Siesta jumped slightly, holding a tray of breakfast—which was tilted at such an angle that the tea nearly spilled over.
"Oh! Apologies, Lady Vallière!" Siesta straightened herself, offering a polite smile. "I just thought you might like some food before your big day!"
Louise blinked, momentarily distracted from her hysteria.
"…Oh. Right." She coughed into her fist, regaining some sense of noble dignity. "Yes, of course. I need my energy for…for the most magnificent summoning of all time."
Siesta nodded politely, but there was a glint of concern in her eyes.
"Well, I hope it goes well, Lady Vallière." She hesitated before adding, "If not… I'm sure whatever you summon will be—"
"IT WILL BE PERFECT." Louise interrupted, gripping the tray with an almost maniacal intensity.
Siesta flinched slightly.
"…Yes, of course," she agreed with an awkward chuckle.
Louise huffed, turning sharply on her heel.
"This time," she muttered under her breath, marching back into her room.
This time, she would summon something grand. Something worthy of her name. Something so awe-inspiring that her mother would be proud and her father wouldn't sigh in exasperation the next time he saw her.
And if the universe dared to mock her with another embarrassing summoning—if fate thought it could laugh in her face once more—
Then, she would personally find a way to blow up the laws of reality themselves.
Her fingers tightened around the teacup, her pink eyes gleaming with renewed determination.
"Just you wait."
She took a sip of her tea.
"This time… I will summon the greatest familiar ever."
The sun hung high in the sky as the afternoon classes came to an end, signaling the moment every second-year student had been anxiously waiting for—the Familiar Summoning Ritual. For most, it was a thrilling rite of passage, a tradition passed down through generations of nobility. For Louise, however, it was a trial of fate, an opportunity for redemption… or, more likely, public humiliation.
She marched toward the academy's grand courtyard, surrounded by lush greenery and the towering stone walls that enclosed the training grounds. The grassy field had already been cleared for the ritual, with Professor Jean Colbert, the bald, bespectacled teacher of magic, standing at the center, waiting for the students to gather.
Louise tightened her grip on her wand, her heart pounding in her chest.
"This is it."
This was the moment she had been preparing for—the moment she had begged the gods for earlier that morning.
Unfortunately, someone did not take her divine plea for success as seriously as she did.
"So, Louise~"
The sultry, teasing voice of Kirche Augusta Frederica von Anhalt Zerbst slid into Louise's ears like an unwelcome breeze.
Louise's entire body stiffened.
She didn't even need to turn her head to know that Kirche, her long-time rival and personal tormentor, was walking beside her with a smirk that could melt a lesser noble's confidence like butter on a summer day.
"Oh, wonderful," Louise muttered through gritted teeth. "What now, Kirche?"
Kirche laughed lightly, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders as she walked with the effortless confidence of a noble who never had to worry about magical failures.
"Oh, nothing much~" Kirche tilted her head, her golden eyes glimmering with obvious amusement. "I was just thinking… after all these years, today might finally be the day you summon something real."
Louise's eye twitched.
Kirche placed a delicate hand on her chest in mock concern.
"Oh, but what if it isn't?" she gasped dramatically. "What if you summon another explosion? Maybe this time, the familiar will be nothing but a cloud of smoke! Wouldn't that be tragic?"
Louise spun on her heel, jabbing her wand at Kirche's face.
"Listen here, you Zerbst hussy!" she snapped. "I am summoning something incredible today! Something so powerful and majestic that your pathetic fire lizard will look like a common garden snake in comparison!"
Kirche sighed dreamily, unfazed.
"Oh, you always get so worked up when you're nervous," she mused, clasping her hands together. "It's adorable how much faith you have in yourself."
"I— I AM NOT NERVOUS!" Louise's voice cracked.
"Of course you aren't," Kirche agreed with a knowing smirk.
Louise felt a vein pop in her forehead.
Before she could explode—either in anger or actual magic—their teacher finally spoke.
"Now, now, ladies," Colbert said, adjusting his spectacles as he addressed the assembled students. His voice was calm but firm, clearly used to noble students bickering at every possible opportunity. "Let us maintain a level of decorum befitting young aristocrats. The Familiar Summoning Ritual is a sacred tradition."
He cleared his throat, gathering all of the students' attention.
"As you all know, this ritual is one of the most important moments in your magical education. The familiar you summon today will be your lifelong companion—a creature that reflects your very essence as a mage."
Louise stood a little straighter, her fists clenched.
"A creature that reflects me?"
That meant it had to be strong. It had to be powerful. It had to be legendary!
Kirche nudged her lightly with her elbow.
"Oh dear," she whispered, "if familiars reflect their masters, maybe you really will summon an explosion."
Louise's eye twitched again.
Colbert continued, unaware of the growing homicide in Louise's heart.
"The summoning itself is quite simple," he explained. "You will chant the incantation, focus your mana into the spell, and a familiar will appear before you, chosen by the very fabric of magic itself."
Several students murmured excitedly amongst themselves.
"I hope I get a griffon," one noble boy said.
"I'd love a unicorn," a girl added, clasping her hands together.
Kirche smirked and flipped her fiery hair.
"Oh, I already know I'll summon something incredible," she said loudly. "After all, only those of great magical prowess receive legendary familiars."
Louise ignored her. She had more important things to focus on.
Colbert gestured toward the courtyard. "One by one, step forward and perform the summoning."
Guiche de Gramont flourished his wand dramatically and summoned… a mole.
"…Oh," Guiche muttered.
Someone snickered.
Next was Montmorency, who summoned a graceful water spirit. The students clapped.
Kirche went next, raising her wand with her usual dramatic confidence.
"With my magic and passion, I summon thee!"
A pillar of flames erupted, and a sleek, red-scaled salamander emerged, its glowing yellow eyes surveying the crowd.
Kirche beamed.
"A fire salamander!" she announced proudly.
She cast a glance at Louise.
"Oh dear," she mused playfully. "I hope your turn goes just as well."
Louise ignored her.
This was her moment.
She stepped forward.
Colbert gave her a reassuring nod.
"Go ahead, Miss Vallière."
Louise took a deep breath.
Her wand trembled slightly in her grip.
"This is it."
"No more failures."
"No more explosions."
She lifted her wand but then hesitated.
A small voice in the back of her mind whispered: What if it goes wrong again? What if I fail? What if…
Her hands shook.
Then, quietly—so quietly that no one could hear—she whispered a plea.
"…Please. Just… let me summon something powerful. The strongest familiar. Something… that will make everyone respect me."
The moment the words left her lips, her wand suddenly glowed.
Her eyes widened.
A deep rumbling shook the ground beneath them.
The air crackled with raw energy.
Colbert took a step back. "W-What in the world—?"
A pillar of golden light erupted from the ground.
Then, from within it—
A massive, serpentine dragon burst into existence.
The students screamed.
Colbert stumbled back.
Kirche gawked in disbelief.
And then—
A booming voice echoed across the courtyard.
"I AM THE ETERNAL DRAGON SHENRON."
The sky darkened, swirling with cosmic power as the mystical dragon Shenron coiled above them, towering over the entire academy.
Louise froze, her mouth hanging open.
She had expected a cat. A dog. A griffon, maybe.
Not… this.
"SPEAK YOUR WISH."
A collective silence fell over the courtyard.
Louise's legs felt like jelly.
"I… I…" she stammered.
Kirche, completely flabbergasted, leaned in. "L-Louise… what did you do?!"
Louise gulped.
Her eyes flickered to the giant dragon and then back to the horrified faces of her classmates.
She had no idea what was happening.
"…I-I wish for… the strongest familiar?" she choked out.
Shenron's eyes glowed.
The golden light intensified, and suddenly, another figure appeared within the summoning circle.
The light faded.
A man in strange Gi before her.
He had wild black hair, a tail curled around his waist, and eyes that gleamed with unfathomable power.
Louise gawked.
Kirche fainted.
And Goku scratched his head.
"…Huh?" he muttered. "Where am I?"
"YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED. FAREWELL."
Then, with a final radiant pulse, Shenron vanished, his massive body breaking apart into seven glowing orbs that shot outward in all directions.
Each orb streaked across the sky, their golden trails fading as they dispersed across the world, scattering to distant, unknown locations.
Goku watched all of this happen with a blank stare.
"…Wait, what?"
Goku blinked, then shook his head, trying to process what had just happened.
One moment, he had been… where had he been? Floating somewhere? With Shenron? It had felt so peaceful, so timeless, like he had become part of something greater. And then—suddenly—he was standing here, on solid ground, surrounded by a bunch of… kids in robes?
His tail twitched instinctively behind him as he took in the massively confused crowd gathered around him.
Then his gaze flicked up, just in time to see the last golden streak of light disappear beyond the horizon.
"Wait, hold on a sec…" Goku rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
Had someone just… summoned Shenron?
And actually made a wish?
His eyes widened.
"Woah." He whistled. "That means the Dragon Balls just scattered again…"
He turned his head back toward the students, his tail flicking slightly behind him as he surveyed the stunned faces surrounding him.
"…So, uh." Goku scratched the back of his head. "Anyone wanna tell me what's goin' on here?"
Nobody answered him.
They were all too busy staring.
Louise, most of all.
Louise felt her mind short-circuit.
This—this was her familiar?
This man?
She had asked for the strongest familiar. She had pleaded, whispered, and begged for a legendary creature, a divine beast, something that would make her rivals cower in envy.
And she had gotten—a man?!
Not even a knight in gleaming armor. Not a warrior of noble standing. No! Just some strange, wild-haired peasant in weird, garish clothes!
Her eye twitched violently.
Colbert, still pale from witnessing an actual dragon appear, was the first to regain his composure. He stepped forward, adjusting his glasses with shaky hands.
"M-Miss Vallière," he stammered, looking between her and the stranger she had just summoned. "I must… I must ask. What exactly did you do?"
Louise whipped her head toward him, her face a mixture of horror, confusion, and barely contained fury.
"I— I— I don't know!" she sputtered. "I—I whispered a prayer for a powerful familiar, and then—that happened!" She pointed wildly at the now-empty sky where Shenron had just disappeared.
"…And then he showed up!" She jabbed a finger toward Goku, who looked even more confused than she was.
Kirche, who had been silent in pure shock, finally burst into laughter.
"Oh—oh my Goddess, Louise!" Kirche gasped for air, clutching her sides. "You—you actually summoned a—a commoner?!"
Louise's face burned.
"H-He is not— I didn't—" She clenched her fists. "I wasn't even trying to summon him! I wanted— I wanted something powerful! A dragon! A griffon! A legendary beast!"
Kirche wiped away a tear, grinning. "Well, you did summon a dragon. And then he flew away!"
Louise felt a headache forming.
Meanwhile, Goku just stood there, still piecing things together.
"So lemme get this straight," he said, rubbing his chin. "You were all doin' some kinda summoning ritual, right?"
Colbert, trying to remain composed, nodded cautiously. "Yes, that's correct."
"And you," Goku turned to Louise, "wished for somethin' really strong?"
Louise clenched her teeth. "Yes."
Goku grinned. "Well, I guess you got me!"
He laughed and patted his chest. "I dunno how this happened, but if you were lookin' for strength, you got the right guy! I'm pretty strong, y'know."
That statement made the entire class erupt into chaos.
"What nonsense!" a noble boy scoffed.
"A commoner? Strong? Absurd!" another sneered.
Louise grabbed her head.
Oh no. Oh NO. He's embarrassing me already!
Kirche, who had been watching Goku closely, suddenly tilted her head and grinned slyly.
"Oh?" she purred. "A strong man, huh?"
She stepped forward, looking him up and down. "I must admit, you do have a rather fine figure. Strong arms. Well-built. Tell me, handsome, do you have a name?"
Goku blinked. "Uh. Yeah. It's Goku."
Kirche giggled, flipping her hair. "Goku… hmm. I like it."
Louise snapped.
"Back off, Kirche!" she shouted, separating them. "He's my familiar!"
Kirche smirked. "Oh? So you accept him, then?"
Louise froze.
Her eye twitched.
She turned toward Goku, really taking in his bizarre outfit, his wild untamed hair, and his ridiculous gi that looked more like a monk's training attire than something a respectable noble warrior should wear.
This was her familiar?!
She swallowed.
No. No. No. This was a mistake.
It had to be.
But… if she rejected him…
She could already hear the whispers.
"Louise the Zero failed again. She couldn't even summon a proper familiar."
She clenched her fists.
No.
She wouldn't give them that satisfaction.
With a deep breath, she lifted her chin and faced Goku.
"Fine," she said stiffly. "You're my familiar now. But don't get the wrong idea! I will not tolerate any laziness or stupidity! You will do as I say, when I say it!"
Goku stared.
Then he grinned. "Sure! Sounds fun!"
Louise staggered.
"H-Huh?"
"I mean, I dunno what's goin' on," Goku admitted. "But this place seems pretty interestin'! And I like a good challenge, so—" He shrugged. "Guess I'm your guy now!"
Louise did not expect that answer.
"…Good," she said awkwardly. "Then— Then kneel! We have to finish the contract."
Goku tilted his head. "Huh?"
Louise sighed. "Just—ugh. Never mind. I'll just do it."
She grabbed his head, yanked him down, and pressed her lips to his forehead.
The students gasped.
Kirche howled with laughter.
And Goku just scratched his head.
"Uh. Thanks?"
Louise wanted to die.
The last murmurs of the Familiar Summoning Ritual faded into the background as the gathered students gradually dispersed across the courtyard, their new familiars in tow. Professor Colbert, still rattled from the spectacle that was Louise's summoning, had finally decided to end the ceremony, granting the students the rest of the day to bond with their familiars.
For most of the second-years, this meant a peaceful afternoon getting to know their new lifelong companions—perhaps training with them, feeding them, or simply enjoying the new companionship.
For Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière, however…
This meant dealing with him.
She sat on a stone bench just outside the academy's grand fountain, arms crossed tightly, her brows furrowed in deep frustration.
Her familiar, meanwhile, stood right in front of her, grinning like an idiot as he stretched his arms over his head.
"Well," Goku said, cracking his neck, "that was somethin'."
Louise's eye twitched.
Something?
That was all he had to say about it?
She had just accidentally summoned a celestial dragon, made an unknown wish, and was now stuck with a wild-haired commoner as her lifelong magical partner, and all he could say was—
"That was something?"
Louise exhaled sharply, closing her eyes.
No.
No.
She needed to be calm.
This wasn't the absolute worst thing that could have happened.
At the very least, she had successfully summoned something.
That was more than she could say for her usual magical endeavors.
It wasn't a toad.
It wasn't a mole.
It wasn't a pile of ashes.
So… that was something.
She clung to that one silver lining like a drowning noble holding onto a floating plank in the middle of a storm.
"Yes," she told herself. "At least I summoned something."
Her familiar yawned loudly, rubbing his stomach.
"So, uh… what's your name?"
Louise's eye twitched again.
"Excuse me?" she said, unbelieving.
Goku grinned, unfazed. "Your name. Haven't caught it yet."
Louise looked at him like he had just asked her if the sky was blue.
"How do you not know who I am?" she asked flatly.
Goku scratched his cheek. "I dunno. Kinda got yanked outta wherever I was, and now I'm here. Guess I didn't get the memo."
Louise inhaled deeply.
Then exhaled.
Then inhaled again.
Then exhaled again.
"…Fine," she muttered grudgingly.
Standing up, she lifted her chin with practiced nobility and placed a hand on her chest.
"I am Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière."
She waited.
For the expected reaction.
For the usual shock and awe.
For him to realize he was now bound to a noblewoman of one of the most prestigious families in Tristain.
Instead—
"Oh, cool," Goku said casually. "Nice to meetcha, Louise!"
Louise twitched violently.
"That's Lady Vallière to you!" she snapped.
Goku blinked.
"…Lady Vallière?"
"Yes! Address me properly! I am your master, after all!"
Goku tilted his head.
"That's weird," he said, scratching his head.
Louise bristled.
"Weird? Weird?! What's weird about it?"
Goku shrugged. "I've never really had a 'master' before, aside from my martial arts teachers like Master Roshi and King Kai. Usually, I just do my own thing."
Louise's fist clenched.
"This isn't about doing 'your own thing!'" she said, exasperated. "A familiar is supposed to obey their master, assist them in magic, and serve as their lifelong companion!"
"Woah," Goku whistled, impressed. "Sounds like a big deal."
Louise smirked, pleased.
Finally.
He was starting to understand the gravity of his situation.
But then—
"That means I gotta get stronger, huh?" Goku grinned eagerly, bouncing on his feet. "Didn't think I'd get another chance to train, but hey—sounds fun!"
Louise froze.
"…Train?" she repeated.
"Yeah!" Goku stretched his arms. "You said a familiar's supposed to help their master, right? So I guess that means we both gotta get stronger!"
Louise stared at him.
"…Stronger? What are you even talking about?"
Goku laughed.
"I dunno how magic works, but fightin's somethin' I know! I'll just train you the way I trained my friends!"
Louise's face blanked.
"…Train me? You?"
Goku nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! I mean, you look kinda scrawny, but we can fix that! You ever do any sparring before?"
Louise's entire body locked up in horror.
"…Are you suggesting that I—a noblewoman—engage in physical combat?!"
Goku blinked. "Uh. Yeah?"
Louise wheeled around.
"I cannot believe this," she muttered under her breath. "A commoner, acting like he can teach me—me!—like I'm some brute warrior!"
Goku scratched his head. "Huh? What's wrong with fightin'?"
"Everything!"
Goku pouted.
"Well, that's kinda disappointing."
Louise snorted. "Why? Do you just like getting into fights?"
"…Yeah, kinda."
Louise stared.
"…What."
Goku grinned sheepishly. "It's fun!"
Louise buried her face in her hands.
Kirche was right.
She had summoned a commoner.
A fighting-obsessed, carefree peasant who didn't even know basic etiquette.
This was going to be the worst.
As she lamented her fate, she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"…Hey, Louise?" Goku said.
Louise sighed.
"What now?"
"…You got any food?"
Louise blinked.
"…What."
"I'm kinda hungry," Goku said earnestly.
Louise turned to look at him.
His expression was completely serious.
"…That's what you're worried about right now?" she said slowly.
Goku grinned. "Yeah! Got anything to eat?"
Louise felt her soul leave her body.
She had summoned an idiot.
A clueless, insatiably hungry idiot.
Louise had no idea how her life had taken such a ridiculous turn.
One moment, she had been preparing for the most important ritual of her life, hoping to summon a legendary creature that would cement her status as a proper mage.
The next?
She was leading a wild-haired commoner toward the academy's grand dining hall because he wouldn't stop complaining about being hungry.
"I can't believe this," Louise muttered under her breath, arms crossed as she stomped ahead. "I summon a familiar, and the first thing he wants to do is stuff his face."
Goku followed beside her, hands casually resting behind his head, his wristbands visible as he stretched.
"Well, yeah," he said easily. "Food's important, y'know! Can't fight on an empty stomach."
Louise's eye twitched.
She whirled on him.
"Who's fighting?! I'm a noblewoman, not some street brawler!"
Goku blinked. "Wait, so you don't train at all?"
"Of course not! I use magic!"
Goku scratched his chin. "Huh. No wonder you're so tiny."
Louise's entire body locked up.
"…What."
Goku, oblivious to the murderous aura radiating from his new master, simply shrugged. "I mean, you're small. Even Chichi was taller than you, and she—"
A vein popped in Louise's forehead.
"Don't compare me to whatever commoner woman you're talking about!"
Goku tilted his head. "You sure get mad easy."
Louise growled under her breath before storming ahead, determined to just get this over with.
As they stepped inside the grand dining hall, the scent of freshly baked bread, roasted meats, and simmering stews filled the air.
Long wooden tables stretched across the high-vaulted room, where students sat in their designated noble groups, chatting and enjoying their meals.
Servants moved gracefully between the tables, refilling goblets with wine and delivering plates of fine cuisine to the academy's elite.
Louise led Goku toward a side table where a basket of freshly baked bread rested.
She grabbed a single roll, placed it in front of him, and crossed her arms with an air of superiority.
"There. Eat."
Goku stared at the bread.
Louise huffed. "You should be grateful you're getting this at all. This is noble cuisine! The finest in Tristain!"
Goku picked up the bread and inspected it curiously.
Then, to Louise's absolute horror—
He popped it into his mouth and swallowed it in one bite.
Louise blinked.
"Wha—"
Goku smacked his lips.
"Huh. That was pretty good."
Louise's eye twitched.
"That—That's it?! That's all you have to say?!"
Goku looked at her, confused. "Uh… yeah?"
"That was a fine Tristainian bread roll! Baked with the highest quality ingredients, crafted by the finest chefs in the country!"
"Uh-huh," Goku said, not paying attention anymore.
His eyes had wandered past Louise—toward the main dining tables, where actual meals were being served.
And then—
Louise felt it.
An unnatural shift in the air.
The way his muscles tensed.
The way his golden eyes gleamed.
The moment of predatory focus as he locked onto the steaming plates of roast beef, mashed potatoes, grilled fish, racks of lamb, buttery croissants, creamy soups, and delicate fruit pastries.
Louise's stomach dropped.
"…Wait," she said slowly. "No. No, no, no, no—"
But it was too late.
Goku's entire body vanished in an instant.
And suddenly—
He was standing at the grand buffet table.
Grinning from ear to ear.
Louise's soul left her body.
"Oh. No."
The noble students had mere seconds to realize what was happening.
One moment, they were casually dining.
The next—
A mysterious wild-haired stranger was standing at the food table, piling plate after plate after plate onto a single tray.
One of the servants, a young man with neatly combed hair, blinked in confusion.
"Excuse me, sir," he said hesitantly. "That food is for—"
Goku casually grabbed another plate of roasted duck.
"Oh, don't worry," he said cheerfully. "I'm gonna eat all of it!"
Louise charged forward in panic.
"STOP! YOU CAN'T JUST—"
But it was too late.
Because the second she reached him—
Goku had already sat down, grabbed his chopsticks, and begun devouring everything in sight.
CRUNCH. SLURP. CHOMP.
Louise watched in abject horror as he inhaled an entire rack of ribs, polished off a full loaf of bread, and gulped down a steaming bowl of stew in under five seconds.
One noble girl at a nearby table screamed.
A male student dropped his goblet of wine.
Kirche, who had been casually sipping tea nearby, nearly choked laughing.
Colbert, who had just entered the dining hall, paused at the doorway, removed his glasses, wiped them, and put them back on.
"Am I seeing things?" he asked no one in particular.
Meanwhile, Goku continued his assault on the academy's food reserves, stacking empty plates beside him like a war hero collecting trophies.
Louise was shaking.
This wasn't just embarrassing.
This was a catastrophe.
This was a public noble disaster of the highest order.
She grabbed his sleeve and yanked.
"STOP!" she hissed. "You can't just EAT EVERYTHING!"
Goku, mid-chew, looked at her.
"Huh? Why not?"
"Because this is an ACADEMY, NOT A FEAST HALL!"
Goku blinked.
"But… there's food," he said, confused.
Louise's hands balled into fists.
"Yes, but it's meant to be enjoyed like a civilized human being!"
Goku chewed for a moment.
Then shrugged.
"Mmm. Nah."
And he kept eating.
Louise let out a silent scream.
By the time Goku was finally full, the damage had been done.
The grand buffet table was stripped bare.
The kitchen staff looked shell-shocked.
The noble students sat frozen, staring at the unprecedented devastation.
And Goku?
He leaned back, patted his stomach, and sighed happily.
"Ahhh. That hit the spot!"
Louise stood beside him, twitching.
She had never been so mortified in her entire life.
"…You're a monster," she whispered.
Goku grinned.
"Nah, I'm a Saiyan!"
Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière had always prided herself on maintaining the grace and composure befitting a noblewoman of her esteemed lineage.
But right now—
Right now—
She was this close to strangling the food-obsessed barbarian she had unwittingly summoned as her familiar.
"YOU—" she sputtered, her face burning red with humiliation and fury.
Her hands gripped Goku's sleeve tightly, her entire body trembling from the sheer frustration of what had just transpired in the dining hall.
The destruction.
The horrified noble students.
The absolute public disgrace she had just suffered.
And the worst part?
Her familiar, this absurd man wearing a martial arts gi, was completely unbothered.
Goku patted his stomach happily, sighing in satisfaction.
Louise twitched violently.
Then, before he could say another word—
"OUTSIDE!"
She yanked him forward, dragging him out of the dining hall with every ounce of strength she had.
The moment they were outside, Louise whirled around and jabbed a shaking finger at him.
"What—WHAT WAS THAT?!"
Goku tilted his head, blinking in confusion.
"What was what?"
Louise let out a strangled noise.
"THE DINING HALL! YOU JUST— YOU— YOU ATE EVERYTHING!"
Goku scratched the back of his head. "Oh. Yeah, I guess I did, huh?"
Louise felt her soul leave her body.
"You guess?! You guess?!" She threw her arms up. "Do you have any idea how much food that was?! That was enough to feed an entire noble court for a week!"
Goku shrugged. "Well, yeah, but I was hungry."
"NORMAL PEOPLE DON'T EAT THAT MUCH!"
Goku blinked. "Huh. That's weird."
Louise's eye twitched so hard she thought she was about to have a stroke.
She took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly through her nose.
"Okay," she said, rubbing her temples. "Fine. Fine. I'll just— I'll just try to wrap my head around this."
Goku tilted his head. "Oh. Okay. Want me to help?"
Louise stared at him.
"…How exactly do you think you can help me understand how you ate half the food in the academy?"
Goku grinned. "Well, it's 'cause I'm a Saiyan!"
Louise blinked.
A long pause.
"…A what?"
"A Saiyan!" Goku repeated cheerfully. "Y'know, a warrior race! We're built for fightin'! And eatin' a lot!"
Louise opened her mouth.
Then closed it.
Then opened it again.
Then closed it again.
Finally, she just rubbed her temples again, groaning.
"Okay," she said, forcing herself to remain calm. "Fine. Sure. You're a 'Saiyan.' Whatever."
Goku nodded. "Yep!"
Louise took another deep breath.
"…What in Brimir's name is a 'Saiyan'?"
Goku perked up.
"Oh! We're a race of super-strong fighters from space!" he said proudly. "We get stronger after every fight, and if we eat enough, we can keep our energy up for battle! Pretty cool, huh?"
Louise stared at him.
A race of super-strong fighters? From space?!
Her head spun.
This had to be some kind of elaborate joke.
"…You're saying you're an alien?" she asked slowly.
Goku shrugged. "Well, yeah, I guess so."
Louise's brain shut down.
This was too much.
First, she had botched the summoning ritual in the most public way possible.
Then she had summoned a commoner.
Then that commoner had eaten his body weight in noble cuisine.
And now—
Now he was claiming he was an alien from space.
Louise took another deep breath.
Then exhaled.
Then took another deep breath.
"You are making this up," she said flatly.
"Nope!" Goku grinned.
Louise squinted at him.
She didn't know what was worse.
The fact that he was telling such a ridiculous lie…
Or the fact that he looked so completely and utterly sincere about it.
She massaged her forehead. "Okay. Let's just start simple. If you're an alien, why do you look human?"
Goku shrugged. "Dunno. Guess we just look like humans."
Louise crossed her arms. "And this 'Saiyan race' of yours… what do they do?"
Goku grinned. "We fight! A lot!"
Louise stared.
"That's it?"
"Yep!"
"…That's all you do?"
"Well, we used to go around takin' over planets and sellin' 'em," Goku admitted. "But I didn't really grow up with 'em, so I didn't do any of that."
Louise's brain struggled to process that.
"You used to conquer planets," she said slowly.
Goku nodded. "Uh-huh! Well, I mean, I didn't. But Saiyans did."
Louise felt dizzy.
Conquering planets? Warrior race? Super strength?
Was she seriously supposed to believe this?
She shook her head violently.
"No. No, no, no. That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard! You are clearly human! You just— you just happen to have an unnatural appetite! That's all!"
Goku tilted his head. "Uh… I also got a tail."
Louise froze.
"…What."
Goku casually turned around and flicked his brown monkey tail into view.
Louise's entire body locked up.
She had never noticed it before.
She had been so focused on his ridiculous outfit, his wild hair, and his insufferable attitude that she hadn't even seen the clearly non-human appendage wrapped around his waist like a belt.
Her brain stopped functioning.
"…Wh—"
Goku's tail waved slightly. "See?"
Louise's mouth opened and closed like a fish.
"…You—You actually have a tail."
"Yup!"
Louise staggered backward.
She pointed at him, her hand shaking.
"YOU'RE NOT HUMAN?!"
Goku blinked. "That's what I've been sayin'."
Louise's legs wobbled.
She sat straight down on the grass, staring up at him in sheer disbelief.
This was real.
This was actually happening.
Her familiar wasn't just an embarrassment.
Her familiar was a full-blown alien.
Louise buried her face in her hands.
"This is a nightmare," she muttered.
Goku rubbed the back of his head.
"Eh, it ain't so bad," he said. "At least ya got a strong familiar, right?"
Louise let out a strangled groan.
"Shut up. Just— just shut up."
Goku chuckled.
He had a feeling this was gonna be fun.
Louise remained seated on the grass, her hands still covering her face, as she tried to process the absolute absurdity of what she had just learned.
Her familiar wasn't just a commoner—no, that would have been too simple, too easy, too logical.
Her familiar was an alien.
A monkey-tailed, bottomless-stomached, bizarrely enthusiastic alien from a race of planet-conquering warriors.
She wanted to scream.
No, she wanted to crawl back into her bed, close her eyes, and pretend this was all just a very long, very stupid dream.
But reality refused to be kind to Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière.
At that moment, Goku stretched his arms over his head and grinned.
"Welp! That was a good meal!"
Louise slowly lowered her hands from her face, giving him the most exhausted glare imaginable.
"…Are you done now?" she muttered.
Goku grinned even wider.
"Yep! And now that I ate, it's time to train!"
Louise blinked.
"I'm sorry, what?"
Goku bounced on his heels, rolling his shoulders. "Yeah! Y'know, gotta move around, work up a sweat, keep my strength up! Can't just sit around all day!"
Louise gawked.
"…You literally just ate enough food to feed a noble household for a week, and your first thought is—training?!"
"Yep!"
Louise's eye twitched.
She took a deep breath—a very deep, very necessary breath—before slowly standing up, brushing off her skirt, and staring at him with pure disbelief.
"I am a noblewoman," she stated. "And nobles do not 'train.'"
Goku blinked. "Huh? Then how do ya get stronger?"
Louise huffed. "Through magic! We don't run around punching things like brutes! That's what commoners do."
Goku rubbed his chin. "Huh. That's weird."
Louise twitched violently.
"Oh? Is it?!" she snapped.
"Yeah," Goku said simply. "If you don't train your body, how do you expect to fight?"
Louise froze.
Then she gave him the most incredulous look imaginable.
"…Fight?" she repeated, as if the word was foreign to her.
Goku nodded. "Yeah! If ya don't fight, how do ya get better?"
Louise gasped, clutching her chest.
"A noble doesn't fight!" she exclaimed. "We duel with magic—with elegance, with dignity!"
Goku tilted his head. "Sounds boring."
Louise's jaw dropped.
"How dare you—!"
"Ohhh, my dear Louise~"
A familiar, arrogant voice purred behind her.
Louise immediately stiffened.
"Oh, for Brimir's sake, not now…" she muttered.
She turned, already dreading what was coming next.
There, standing with a rose in hand, was Guiche de Gramont.
Dressed in his usual pristine noble attire, his blonde curls perfectly in place, he radiated pure arrogance as he dramatically twirled his rose.
"I couldn't help but overhear," Guiche said, grinning smugly. "You, dear Louise, are suffering a most tragic fate."
Louise crossed her arms.
"Oh? And what fate is that?"
Guiche sighed dramatically. "To be cursed with such a… lowly familiar."
Louise's eye twitched again.
Goku, meanwhile, picked his nose.
"…Huh?"
Guiche ignored him, stepping forward and taking Louise's hand.
"But worry not, my dear! I, Guiche de Gramont, will ensure your dignity is upheld! A lady of your stature deserves a true knight to stand beside her—not some… poorly dressed peasant."
Louise ripped her hand away.
"I am not interested in whatever nonsense you're spouting, Guiche."
Guiche, undeterred, smirked. "Then tell me, Louise—does this man even understand the first thing about honor? About respect? About being a noble?"
Louise was about to answer—but then Goku spoke first.
"Nah," he said, grinning casually. "I don't really get all that 'noble' stuff."
Guiche froze.
His smile twitched.
Louise slapped her forehead.
"You could've just not said anything," she muttered.
Guiche, straightening up, flicked his rose dramatically.
"Well! At least you admit your place!"
Goku shrugged. "I mean, all that 'noble' stuff sounds kinda dumb. Who cares how fancy you are?"
A horrified gasp spread through the noble students nearby.
Guiche's face darkened.
Louise's entire body went rigid.
"What did you just say?" Guiche whispered, his grip on his rose tightening.
Goku blinked. "Huh? Oh, just that all this noble stuff seems kinda silly."
Louise's soul left her body.
Guiche's eye twitched violently.
"…I see," Guiche said, his voice now laced with controlled fury.
He took a step back, flicked his rose, and pointed it at Goku.
"I, Guiche de Gramont, challenge you to a duel!"
Louise snapped her head toward him.
"WHAT?!"
Goku's face lit up.
"A fight? Really?!"
Louise felt lightheaded.
Guiche smirked. "Yes! A duel! To teach you, commoner, the true power of nobility!"
Goku grinned. "Alright! Sounds fun!"
Louise grabbed her head.
"NO! THIS IS NOT FUN!"
Goku turned to her. "Why not? Been a long time since I got to fight anyone!"
Louise gawked.
"…Why are you so happy about this?!"
Guiche flourished his wand. "Prepare yourself, peasant! I shall show you the true grace of nobility!"
Goku bounced on his feet, rolling his shoulders. "Alright, cool! Let's go!"
Louise could do nothing but watch in horror as her familiar eagerly accepted the challenge.
The courtyard buzzed with excitement as the duel between Guiche de Gramont and the mysterious commoner was about to unfold. What had begun as a simple exchange of words had escalated into a full-blown spectacle, and now, more and more students were flocking to the scene.
The news had spread like wildfire—Guiche, the ever-proud noble, was about to teach a disrespectful commoner a lesson in humility.
"Guiche is dueling a peasant?" one student whispered.
"But why?" another asked.
"They said the man insulted nobility! Can you believe that?"
Amongst the rising murmurs, a group of noble girls sighed dreamily as they watched Guiche twirl his rose dramatically.
"Ah, Guiche, ever the gallant knight!"
"I heard he's never lost a duel before!"
"He'll win for sure!"
However, one person did not share in this excitement.
Louise stood beside Goku, her entire body tense with horror, her fingers digging into her temples as if she could physically hold in the migraine forming.
"This is a disaster," she muttered under her breath. "This is an absolute disaster."
Meanwhile, Goku was stretching, bouncing on his heels, and grinning like a child who had just been promised a trip to an all-you-can-eat buffet.
"Man, it's been a while since I've had a good fight!" he said, rolling his shoulders. "This is gonna be fun!"
Louise snapped her head toward him, aghast.
"Fun?! FUN?!" she shrieked. "You idiot, do you have any idea what's at stake here?!"
Goku blinked, then shrugged. "Uh… no?"
Louise dragged her hands down her face.
"If you lose—I lose! And if I lose, I will be humiliated beyond repair!"
Goku scratched his head. "Oh, that's what you're worried about?"
Louise's eye twitched violently.
"YES, THAT'S WHAT I'M WORRIED ABOUT!"
Goku waved her off. "Ah, don't worry about it! I'll be fine!"
Louise felt her soul leaving her body.
On the opposite end of the courtyard, Guiche stood tall, a smug smirk gracing his lips as he twirled his rose wand with dramatic flair.
"A peasant like you should have known your place," he said smoothly. "But I suppose I shall have to educate you in the difference between a noble and common rabble."
Goku grinned, cracking his knuckles.
"Alright, cool! I'm always up for learnin' new stuff!"
Guiche narrowed his eyes.
"…Are you mocking me?"
Goku tilted his head. "Huh? No, I just like fightin'."
Guiche scoffed.
"Then let me show you the power of a noble!"
With a flourish of his wand, Guiche flicked a single petal from his rose wand into the air.
The moment it touched the ground—
A glowing circle of runes appeared beneath it, and suddenly, the earth rippled and shifted as a humanoid figure of bronze and steel rose from the ground.
It was a Valkyrie golem—standing tall, armed with a gleaming spear and shield.
Goku's eyes lit up in amazement.
"Woah!" He pointed at the golem, grinning. "That's so cool!"
Louise, on the other hand, was freaking out.
"Guiche is summoning Valkyries?!" she yelped. "This isn't fair! This isn't fair at all!"
Guiche smirked. "A noble's magic is only limited by their ability, dear Louise."
Then, with another flick of his wand, Guiche sent another petal floating downward.
Another Valkyrie rose from the earth.
Then another.
And another.
Until six towering, armored constructs stood in formation, their spears glinting under the sun, their shields raised in defense.
The crowd oohed and aahed at the sight.
"What form!"
"What elegance!"
"This is an absolute massacre!"
Louise felt sick.
"Goku! Listen to me!" she hissed, grabbing his arm. "This is serious! Guiche's Valkyries are strong! You can't just stand there grinning like an idiot!"
Goku, still grinning from ear to ear, rolled his shoulders.
"Nah, this is great! I love fightin' strong guys!"
Louise shook him violently.
"THIS ISN'T A FIGHT. IT'S A DUEL! THERE ARE RULES!"
Goku scratched his head. "Oh. Uh, what're the rules?"
Louise slapped her forehead.
"No killing."
Goku blinked.
"Uh… was that an option?"
Louise groaned.
Guiche, on the other hand, simply laughed.
"Oh, I'll make this quick," he said, flourishing his wand once more. "You'll regret ever insulting nobility!"
The Valkyries raised their spears in unison.
The crowd cheered.
Louise braced herself for the inevitable disaster.
And Goku?
Goku simply grinned.
He took a step forward, feet planting firmly in the grass.
His arms rose into a relaxed stance, his knees bent slightly, and his muscles coiled with anticipation.
And then—
He spoke two simple words.
"Let's go."
Louise stood at the edge of the impromptu battlefield, palms sweaty, stomach twisted in knots, eyes darting nervously between the two.
This is a disaster, she thought. Goku's going to get massacred!
"Begin!" Guiche declared, flourishing his rose wand.
With a simple gesture, he sent the first Valkyrie charging forward, its spear thrusting straight for Goku's chest.
Louise barely had time to react before all six golems lunged at once, weapons raised.
The courtyard erupted into cheers and gasps as the metallic warriors surrounded Goku, their armored bodies moving unnaturally fast for constructs.
CLANK! CLANG! CLASH!
Their spears thrust forward, slashing, jabbing, aiming for every possible opening.
For a few moments, all anyone could see was a blur of steel and dust, the Valkyries moving in perfect unison to strike the "commoner" down.
Louise's stomach dropped.
It's over. It's already over!
Guiche, standing a short distance away, smirked.
"Well," he said smoothly, flicking his rose wand, "I must say, that was a bit disappointing."
The noble spectators whispered among themselves.
"Did he get taken down that fast?"
"What a joke!"
But then—
From inside the swarm of golems, a voice cut through the noise.
"…Huh."
A sudden gust of wind burst outward—followed by a loud, metallic crunch.
Then another.
And another.
Suddenly, one of the Valkyries was sent flying backward, crashing into the stone wall with a deafening boom.
The crowd gasped.
Guiche's smirk faltered.
Then—BOOM!
A second Valkyrie was shattered, pieces flying in all directions.
Guiche's eyes widened.
"W-What?!"
Louise's jaw dropped.
Through the dust and chaos, Goku's figure finally became clear.
Standing casually in the center of the golems, hands on his hips, completely unharmed.
The remaining Valkyries rushed him again, but Goku only sighed.
"Man, this isn't what I was expecting," he muttered.
As the next spear came thrusting forward, Goku tilted his head slightly, letting the weapon miss him by an inch.
Then, with a casual backhand, he shattered the spear in half.
The golem stumbled back, confused—not that it could even think.
The crowd, however, definitely could.
"What—"
"How did he—"
Guiche's smug confidence evaporated.
"This… this must be some trick," he muttered under his breath. "He can't possibly be keeping up with them—"
Another golem lunged.
Goku sidestepped effortlessly, reached out, and grabbed it by the helmet.
Then, with barely any effort—
CRACK!
He crushed its head like a tin can, letting the now-crippled construct collapse to the ground.
Louise's eyes widened in absolute disbelief.
"…No way."
Goku, still moving with ease, turned toward the last three Valkyries.
"C'mon," he said, waving them forward. "Try again!"
The golems obeyed their master's command, weapons raised high, their movements fluid yet robotic.
They struck all at once.
Spears aimed for his chest, legs, and back.
But Goku just moved.
Not like a human.
Not like a noble.
Not even like an ordinary warrior.
He was too fast.
His body weaved through their attacks like water flowing through cracks in stone.
Then—THUD!
A single punch.
One golem exploded into shards.
Another collapsed under a single kick.
The last one? Goku flicked its forehead.
The moment his finger connected—BOOM!—the construct crumpled into a heap of broken bronze.
A heavy silence fell over the courtyard.
Every student watching had the exact same expression:
Pure, unfiltered shock.
Louise, however, had lost the ability to function.
Guiche, now standing alone, gripped his wand with trembling hands.
"N-no," he stuttered. "This… this isn't possible. You're a peasant! A commoner! You shouldn't have this kind of strength!"
Goku stretched his arms lazily.
"Aw, man. That's it?"
Guiche twitched. "E-Excuse me?"
Goku sighed, rubbing his head. "I thought this was gonna be tough, but those things weren't strong at all. I barely even had to try!"
The crowd erupted.
"Did he just say he wasn't even trying?!"
"No way…"
"I can't believe what I'm seeing!"
Louise stood there, stiff as a statue.
She had spent years being reminded of her failures.
Years watching nobles like Guiche flaunt their magic, knowing she would never measure up.
And now—
Her familiar had just humiliated one of the top noble duelists effortlessly.
"This…" she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
She looked at Goku.
At his unconcerned expression.
At his completely relaxed stance.
And for the first time, she realized something terrifying.
He wasn't even being serious.
This entire time—
He was holding back.
A stunned silence filled the courtyard.
Noble students, once confident that Guiche would effortlessly crush the "peasant," now stood in complete disbelief. Whispers rippled through the crowd like shockwaves after an explosion.
"He… he just…"
"That wasn't even a duel… That was a massacre!"
"No magic. No weapons. Just his bare hands…"
The shattered remains of Guiche's Valkyrie golems lay scattered across the battlefield, their once-pristine bronze armor now nothing more than broken scrap.
Guiche himself stood frozen in place, his rose wand trembling in his grip, his face drained of color. His perfect noble composure had cracked beyond repair.
Louise, who had been too shocked to move, finally snapped out of it.
She needed answers.
Before anyone else could react, Goku let out a long sigh and started stretching his arms above his head.
"That was way too easy," he muttered, rolling his shoulders.
The murmuring intensified.
Guiche's eye twitched violently.
"Too easy?!" he blurted, his voice cracking.
Goku nodded, rubbing his chin. "Yeah, I thought this was gonna be fun, but those golems weren't that strong." He tilted his head. "I mean, they looked cool, but they broke way too fast."
The crowd stared.
A few students looked at Guiche, whose face turned red with humiliation.
Louise, meanwhile, had finally snapped out of her trance.
She marched forward, shoving past the gawking nobles until she was right in front of Goku.
Her pink eyes blazed with frustration, confusion, and disbelief.
"You!" she shouted, jabbing a finger into his chest.
Goku blinked. "Huh?"
Louise took a deep breath—then exploded.
"HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!"
Goku scratched his head. "Huh? Do what?"
Louise's eye twitched violently.
"DESTROY SIX VALKYRIES LIKE THEY WERE MADE OF PAPER!"
Goku blinked.
Then shrugged.
"Oh, that? I just train a lot."
The entire courtyard fell silent again.
Louise's entire body locked up.
"…Excuse me?"
Goku grinned. "Yeah! I train all the time! That's why I can do stuff like that!"
Louise's brain shut down.
He trains.
That's it.
That was his reason.
Louise felt like she was going to have a stroke.
"You're telling me," she said slowly, "that you can move faster than the eye can see, destroy magic constructs with your bare hands, and completely overpower a trained noble—because you train?!"
Goku nodded cheerfully. "Yep!"
Louise stared at him, completely at a loss for words.
The noble students had similar reactions.
"He's joking… right?" one boy muttered.
"No one gets that strong from just training."
"Maybe he's a monster in human form…"
Guiche, who had barely recovered from his shattered pride, straightened his jacket and scoffed.
"Hah! That's preposterous!" He crossed his arms, trying to regain his composure. "Training alone cannot create such monstrous strength. You must be using some kind of—of forbidden magic! That's the only explanation!"
Goku tilted his head. "Forbidden magic?"
Guiche nodded firmly, as if convincing himself.
"Yes! There's no way a mere commoner—no, any human at all—could possess such raw power without magical interference!"
Goku laughed.
"Heh, that's funny! I don't even use magic!"
More gasps.
Guiche visibly flinched.
Louise, meanwhile, was about to have a meltdown.
"You—" she pointed at him, her hand shaking. "You don't even use magic?!"
"Nope!" Goku grinned proudly. "Just trainin'!"
Louise felt her soul leaving her body.
Guiche looked like he was going to collapse.
The noble students were visibly shaken.
Kirche, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly burst into laughter.
"Oh, Louise! You really did summon something incredible, didn't you?" she teased. "Not just a commoner, but an absolute brute!"
Louise snapped her head toward Kirche, glaring.
"Shut. Up. Kirche."
Kirche grinned. "I'm just saying~! Most nobles train for years to achieve even a fraction of that power. And here you are, with a familiar that makes Guiche look like a child swinging a stick!"
Guiche flinched violently.
Louise wanted to scream.
Goku, however, just beamed.
"Aw, thanks! I try my best!"
Kirche laughed even harder.
Louise grabbed her head.
This can't be happening. This can't be happening.
She had summoned a monster.
Not a noble dragon.
Not a powerful beast.
But a commoner who hadn't even used magic yet still crushed a noble duelist like it was a joke.
And all he could say was:
"I train a lot."
Louise's entire sense of reality was collapsing.
The courtyard remained eerily silent as the students tried to process what they had just witnessed.
Finally, Professor Colbert, who had been standing in stunned silence this whole time, cleared his throat and stepped forward.
"Ahem. Well… that was certainly… unexpected," he said, adjusting his glasses. "But it seems the duel has been decided."
Guiche looked like he wanted to argue.
But he didn't.
Because deep down, he knew there was nothing he could say.
He had been completely and utterly humiliated.
With a strained expression, he straightened his jacket, bowed stiffly, and turned on his heel.
"I… have matters to attend to," he muttered before marching away with what little dignity he had left.
The nobles watched him leave, then turned back to Goku, who was casually stretching as if he hadn't just shattered their understanding of physical limitations.
Louise rubbed her temples.
"This is a nightmare," she muttered.
Goku, however, just grinned at her.
"So, what's next?"
Louise groaned.
She was never going to have a normal day again.
The village of Tarbes was, for the most part, an unremarkable place.
Nestled in the countryside of Tristain, far from the grand courts of nobles and the bustling commerce of larger towns, Tarbes was small, quiet, and largely self-sufficient. Its people were simple folk—farmers, craftsmen, and traders, all bound by the rhythm of the seasons and the steady work of their hands.
On any given day, one could hear the distant ringing of a blacksmith's hammer, the chirping of birds in the nearby woods, and the gentle chatter of villagers going about their daily tasks.
But today…
Today, something strange happened.
Something no one in Tarbes had ever seen before.
And it started with a man named Borel.
Borel was not a particularly remarkable man.
A middle-aged farmer with a strong back, a thick beard, and calloused hands, he had spent most of his life plowing fields, tending to livestock, and grumbling about taxes.
He did not believe in noble affairs, courtly politics, or magic.
Magic, after all, was for fancy people in fancy places like the Academy. What use did a simple farmer have for such things?
He believed in hard work. In good soil, fresh air, and strong hands.
And so, on this particular afternoon, he was walking along the wooded path near his farm, whistling a simple tune as he carried a sack of grain over his shoulder.
The air was crisp, the sky bright and cloudless, and the gentle rustling of leaves in the trees made it a peaceful day.
Until he saw it.
Something gleaming in the dirt just off the path.
At first, he thought it was a piece of polished amber, perhaps something a traveling merchant had dropped.
Curious, he set down his sack and crouched down.
It was a small, round orb—smooth to the touch, with a deep orange hue.
Embedded within it were four red stars, glinting faintly beneath the surface.
Borel frowned.
What in Brimir's name is this?
He picked it up, rolling it in his calloused hands.
It was surprisingly warm, like it had been sitting in the sun for hours.
And yet—there was something wrong about it.
A thin crack ran along the surface, like a delicate fracture in glass.
And as he stared at it, he thought—just for a moment—that he could see something swirling inside.
A dark mist, curling and shifting, almost like…
Like it was alive.
Borel shook his head.
"Bah. Superstitious nonsense."
It was probably just a strange gemstone, nothing more. Maybe he could sell it to a merchant in town.
With a grunt, he stuffed the orb into his satchel, grabbed his sack of grain, and continued walking home.
As Borel walked, he paid no attention to the faint pulsing glow coming from inside his satchel.
He did not see the way the crack slowly expanded, tiny fractures creeping further along the surface.
And he certainly did not notice the way the energy inside began to stir, dark and malevolent.
The villagers of Tarbes had no idea.
But something had entered their quiet little world.
And soon, they would learn.
Something wrong
Something brimming with negative energy.
Okay, so I wanted to do a story where Louise summons Goku, but not just any Goku—GT Goku, the one who went off with Shenron at the end of the series. I always found his fate kind of mysterious, like… did he become a god? Did he ascend to another plane? Was he just vibing with Shenron in some cosmic void? Nobody really knows.
Well, now we do.
Turns out, Louise messed up the fabric of reality and yoinked him straight out of his peaceful afterlife with her summoning ritual. Whoops.
And yeah, Shenron got used again. Which, y'know, probably isn't a big deal… Even though we all remember what happened the last time the Dragon Balls absorbed too much negative energy, right?
…Right?
Eh, I'm sure it's fine. Nothing bad ever happens when the Dragon Balls are involved.