I need to share something, and I'm genuinely sorry this isn't the update you were expecting. The news of Akira Toriyama's passing has hit me harder than I would have ever imagined. As I approach 40, it's startling to realize that his death marks the first time I've shed tears over the loss of a celebrity. "Dragon Ball Z" grabbed my attention from its very first broadcast on Toonami, coincidentally on my birthday, and it never let go. The show became a staple of my schoolyard discussions, a treasure trove of debates over power levels and eager speculations about the Frieza Saga's progression.

Goku and the Z Fighters weren't just characters; they were a part of my growing up. Online research into power levels, the anticipation of seeing Super Saiyans for the first time on American TV, the movies, the games - Dragon Ball was a significant slice of my life. Although I never draped my room in posters or wore the T-shirts, among my friends, I was the Dragon Ball authority.

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Learning of Toriyama's passing today made me reflect on the immense impact his creativity has had on me. It's found its way into my own writing, with little nods like a '9000' reference tucked into my book. His loss is felt worldwide, leaving behind a legacy of hope and perseverance that will surely inspire generations to come. It's astounding to think how each mention of a cultivator's blazing aura in literature ignites memories of his influence.

I apologize for this diversion from our usual story updates. Perhaps age is making me more sentimental. My deepest thanks to you, the readers. If my stories bring you even a fraction of the joy Toriyama's work has given me, I consider that a monumental success. Rest in peace, Akira Toriyama, the G.O.A.T. Your legacy is eternal.