After the odd encounter with the officer, Yamcha spent several weeks training in the village he rescued from the bandits. He divided his time between martial art form's practice and meditation. This was until the day that began the harvest season. He spent every day harvesting the array of different crops from the fields. This… This is excellent training.
Yamcha had felt at home in this village, and it was that very same day he felt this way another man, roughly his age, came up to him. "You know Yamcha, I've been curious ever since you arrived… You're a strong warrior, like the ones in fantasy stories."
"Well, I wouldn't call myself a hero, if that's what you mean?"
The young man shook his head, with a chuckle and a smirk. "That's not what I mean at all. I was just curious, why haven't you ever gone back to see your son?"
"I don't feel worthy of it."
"I… I see. That's a shame. I bet your absence has really hurt him a great deal."
"He deserves someone he can trust to be there with him. I'm afraid that I fall short of that by a considerable margin."
The young village man sighed, and motioned for his daughter to come over. "This here is my precious little girl. I'd do anything for her, I love her and her mother a great deal. But even if her mother, for some reason decided against having me come around, I'd still come by to see my daughter."
Yamcha, with a puzzled look, saw how happy the father and daughter were. When he sensed someone else coming closer. It was a woman. "Oh dear, you wouldn't be supposing that'd actually impose such ridiculous restrictions on you. Even if I did say such things, I wouldn't ever actually mean it."
Yamcha, now dumb founded, looked up at the woman's gaze. "Are you meaning to say, what I think you are?"
The silent smile was all the confirmation Yamcha needed. And then he hung his head in contemplation.
"You know, there is a place I think you might like to visit… I'm not sure if it'll help you with your family issues, but it should at least be interesting."
"Oh? At this point I don't think there's any way for me to return without any results. I'd simply be labeled as pathetic and kicked out, lowering my chances further."
"Oh, you should give up trying to get with the woman who bore your child. That's never going to happen, if you were hoping for that, it's best you cut that out right away."
"Huh? How did you know that's what I-"
"Hahaha, Yamcha, for such a strong person, you are quite stupid sometimes. You lost your chance to marry this woman the moment you got her pregnant and then cheated on her. I'm actually surprised she bothered to even give you a chance after such a terrible thing. It was likely out of respect for your common friends. She really is a strong woman, I like her more and more."
"I see, not only has my goal not been the right one from the start, I couldn't even see the writing on the wall."
"Yeah, you should search for the village of werewolves."
Hearing this, Yamcha perked up, a little curious. "You think that'll help?"
"No, but it might give you some insight on your wolf fang fist. You might find a way to develop it further, or create something new. It'll at least take your mind off of your relationship issues for a while. And from what I see, you could use some time to think about yourself first."
"But, isn't that selfish? I'm supposed to be the boy's father, and I haven't done anything for him."
"Pfft, you're pathetic. Listen, your friends will be there to do what they can, giving this son of yours everything he could ever need. And in your current state you'd do nothing but harm him if you were to latch on now. Instead, work on yourself and when you feel ready to return to him, that's when you should go back. Personally, if I was his mother, I'd never let you near my son in this state."
"Hey papa, why's the strong man so sad?"
"He's dealing with a lot of issues now. He has a son he isn't allowed to see."
"Hmm? Why was the strong man a bad man?"
"I wonder, how do I explain this? H-"
"I was once a young and stupid bandit, many years ago. That's when I met her, and she changed me, but I guess I changed too much."
"No, you changed in the wrong ways."
Yamcha, mulled this over for a few moments. "Alright, I'm going to look for that village of Werewolves." He got up and left, not taking any other information.
"There he goes. I wonder if he'll ever see his son again?"
The man smirked. "I think he will. He just needs a little time."
Yamcha left the village with his next goal in mind. To find a way to improve his wolf fang fist. He didn't know in what way, or even how he'd do these things. Only that he would. His journey continued…
Along the roads, he helped to stop bandits. Through the forests, he rescued people from danger. And eventually, he came to a very different place.
There was a large forest sprawling out, and even up the mountain. There was a clearing at the top of the forest with several homes. It really did look like your average village.
"Something feels off about this place… It feels more wild than anywhere else I've been."
A man wearing next to nothing appeared from a cave, stretching his arms above his head. "Last night's hunt was amazing." Then he noticed the random person, clearly not from around here. "Who are you, and why are you trespassing in our village."
"Huh, I felt a presence calling me here. And I thought I should check it out. I didn't expect to find a village though."
"Hmm, you're not here to hunt?"
"Hunt? But if you want to fight, I'll take you on with my Wolf Fang Fist!"
Yamcha prepared to fight, while the man started laughing, holding his sides. "That's the most ridiculous name I've ever heard."