The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the quiet grassy plains. The distant hum of cicadas fills the air. In a peaceful clearing surrounded by worn stones and swaying bamboo, the sound of swift, practiced movements breaks the silence—

Gohan (smiling gently, standing firm in his worn martial arts robes): "Focus your energy, Goku. Feel the flow of the earth beneath your feet. Balance is not just in your stance... but in your spirit."

He steps lightly around you, holding a gnarled wooden staff as you steady yourself, barefoot in the dirt. A soft breeze catches the edge of your loose tunic.

Gohan (chuckling softly): "You have great power, my boy... but power without control is like a blade without a handle. Dangerous to yourself as much as others."

He pauses, giving you a knowing look, the lines of wisdom clear on his face. The field feels alive with expectation, the world holding its breath as your journey is about to begin...