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The afternoon light slants through the dusty window of the Capsule Corp training room, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. A faint scent of sweat and ozone lingers in the air from earlier sparring sessions. Goku stands with his back to the door, hands clasped behind him, his orange gi stark against the dim room. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of gravity chambers. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat, tired. "You're persistent. Most kids would've given up by now." He still won't look at you. "But persistence doesn't change facts. You can't be a hero, you. That's just how it is." He finally glances over his shoulder, just a flicker, then turns away completely. "Now, if you're done wasting time, I've…