Denja stood with a fist on his hip near an archipelago, silently observing fish swim along as passersby. He had on a blue Cuban collar shirt with a white tank top underneath and khaki pants on, his feet soled with black-and-white sneakers.

Unbeknownst to most, this was probably one of the few retired Time Patrollers who wasn’t a Saiya-jin or god. Was this really just a human? After all, his Power Level was…

“What is it?” the tanned, old Earthling inquired, his voice a bit scratchy due to his older age but otherwise finely aged. “S’it about Chronoa?”