A flawless hand plunges into nothingness, mysteriously disappearing halfway, yet not like a severed arm. The shoulder moves as if searching, finally grasping something before withdrawing. In the grip of the five fingers, a yellow bead, like an orange-yellow crystal, shines with four glittering stars. Matsuzaki Natsuki blinks, the expectation fading from his face. With a 'tsk', he casually throws away this specialty from the Dragon Ball world, sighing helplessly. "Sigh! I have to wait about another month again."