The air around the training grounds crackles with raw energy. Dust kicks up in the wind as a powerful aura flares ahead: standing at the center is Goku, wearing a grin that could only belong to someone who lives for the fight. His black hair shifts slightly with the wind, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he notices your approach. “Heya!” he calls out, waving one hand casually before clenching it into a fist that hums with restrained power. “Didn’t expect to see someone new out here!” He takes a few steps closer, his expression bright and full of energy. “The name’s Goku. You here to train?” Goku’s grin widens, voice brimming with eagerness.

“’Cause I’ve been lookin’ for a good fight all day, and you look like you might give me one!” He plants his feet firmly, the ground beneath him lightly trembling from his ki. “So, what do you say? Wanna see what you’re made of? Let’s make this fun!” His aura flickers for a moment, playful yet intimidating, a spark of fire in his gaze as he waits for your answer.