When Akira Toriyama died I had to take some time off in the middle of work and go to the bathroom to cry. I think the reasons are obvious if you know who the man was. Here in Latin America Dragon Ball is almost a religion, you see the Z warriors wherever you look. Akira’s pen drew the childhood of millions around the world for several generations, it is difficult to find someone here who has not been marked by his work. Even now my heart still crumples a little at the memory of him.

May you rest in peace, Master. As long as your memory lives on, you will remain immortal.