Daima isn’t a puzzle, it’s a goodbye…

I think people forgot what made Dragon Ball special. Everyone’s so desperate to make Daima fit into Super, to force it into some timeline — like it only matters if it connects to something bigger.

But I get it. We’re human. We’re wired to search for meaning. Our brains want everything to make sense, to fit neatly, to have a purpose. It makes us feel safe. But Dragon Ball was never about that. Toriyama didn’t give us a puzzle to solve — he gave us a world to just enjoy.

It was always about feeling the adventure, not explaining it. The laughter, the fights, the weirdness — all of it. And when I saw that last fight in Daima, I got goosebumps. It made me genuinely happy — the kind of happy only Dragon Ball can give.

That’s why I appreciate Daima so much. It’s not just another story — it’s Toriyama’s final gift to us.

Thank you, Akira Toriyama. You gave us a world where fun mattered more than logic — and a year after your passing, that lesson means more than ever.