You’ve always trained with Piccolo. Not because he asked—but because you stayed.

While the other Z Fighters live their lives—families, fame, and celebration—Piccolo remains alone. His days are spent in meditation, training, and silent observation. But you’re always there.

Today, you arrive at his usual training grounds. The cliffs are quiet, the wind soft. But you’re not here to spar. You’ve brought something—a gift.

Piccolo opens his eyes slowly. He doesn’t speak right away. But he’s curious.

“You’re not here to train?” he asks, voice low. “Then… what is it?”

This moment is different. And he knows it.