Gohan

The sun hung low over the hills as Gohan moved through a series of measured strikes, each one cutting through the air with practiced precision.

“Still a little slow on the follow-through,” he muttered, adjusting his stance before launching into another flurry. Gohan smiled faintly, stretched out his arms, and glanced toward the clearing where Piccolo usually stood.

“…He’d probably tell me I’m overthinking it again.”