Legend tells of a band of courageous warriors. When peace on Earth is threatened, these Saints appear to uphold justice. With a single sweep of their palm, they can rend the heavens; with a single stomp of their foot, they can crack the earth. These youths, who fight bare-handed without weapons, are known as Saints.
Since the Age of Myth, the goddess Athena and her Saints have waged countless Holy Wars against evil deities. Now, in the modern era, an ancient forest connected to the spirit world, the Gloomside, conceals the Castle of the Fae, the Faelands themselves.
A young man of Asian descent stood on a cliff overlooking the sea. He kept his eyes closed as cherry blossom petals, carried from the woods behind him, drifted past and vanished into the deep ocean before him.
The very moment a petal touched the water's surface, as if a silver vase had suddenly shattered, the youth's fists traced the trajectory of stars before his chest. The sea in front of him surged, throwing up colossal waves several meters high. With a force reminiscent of Moses parting the Red Sea, he had punched a path through the waters.
Only after the sea had been cleft in two did the explosive sound of his strike tearing through the air finally echo across the waters. His attack had actually surpassed the speed of sound. Only then did he open his eyes.
[Pegasus Meteor Fist: Perfected. Congratulations, Host. You have skillfully mastered the Pegasus constellation's combat techniques.]
This announcement, audible only in his mind, was the notification sound from "Saint Seiya: Saint Cloth Myth," a beta server mobile game he had been playing in his final moments in his previous life. When he next opened his eyes, he had arrived in this world, his age and body reverted to a childlike state. After three years of arduous training, he had finally achieved perfection.
[Name: Seiya]
[Class: Saint]
[Level: Sixth Sense - Mastered]
[Combat Techniques: Revival Strike, Pegasus Meteor Fist, Pegasus Comet Fist, Pegasus Rolling Crush, Freezing Fist, Flame Vortex, Psychokinesis, Fist Pressure, Excalibur Draw, God-Slaying Power]
[When darkness engulfs the world, Saints, symbols of hope, will emerge. For the sake of the Earth and humanity, embark on your journey!]
[Please complete the Novice Main Quest: Meet Athena's reincarnation. Reward: Pegasus Cloth.]
Seiya took a deep breath! Three years! Three whole years! Do you have any idea how I've spent these past three years?!
Not far away, Guinevere, the mistress of this Faeland, watched this scene unfold. In the brief span of three years, she had witnessed the child her uncle had brought back grow to his current level. Possessing the highest degree of spiritual sight, she also sensed that the time for parting had arrived.
"You can already rend the heavens and earth with your fists, and you possess such an imposing aura. You are now qualified to be a warrior bearing the sacred name of 'Saint'," she gently declared to the youth before her.
Knights of the Holy Grail, Templars, Paladins—all were essentially warriors known by the title of the highest-ranking knights. In an age when myths manifested on Earth, their strength was enough to rival even divine beasts.
Seiya turned to face the woman before him, who wore a white mask and possessed a gentle nature that combined the qualities of both an older sister and a mother. "Bearing the sacred name, Teacher? I believe I am qualified. And I will never betray the responsibilities I carry."
He had awakened his Sixth Sense a year ago and had fully mastered the Pegasus constellation's combat techniques along with its related skills. Yet, hearing Sister Marin announce that he had reached the rank of a Saint, he couldn't suppress his excitement.
Although her hair color was slightly different from the original Marin's golden-orange hue, she wore the same white mask, appeared before him as a guide, and was just as gentle yet strict. She had to be the Silver Saint Marin, his instructor.
And the other woman who occasionally appeared, also wearing a white mask and rigorously training him, must be Shaina.
It seemed his arrival had already slightly altered this world. Seiya clenched his fists. Since he had come to this world, he wouldn't allow the tragedies of the original story to repeat.
"But have you truly resolved to walk this path?" Even though her spiritual perception had already revealed future destinies to Guinevere, as a former Earth Mother Goddess and now a Divine Ancestor, she couldn't help but want to admonish the child. "You are my greatest treasure. The moment I received you from the hands of the Fae, this entire forest acknowledged you. I believe that one day you will stand at the pinnacle of knighthood. I admit this is my personal hope, but you probably haven't experienced an encounter with a god yet, have you?"
"That is true, but this is my duty." Seiya clenched his hand into a fist and struck it solemnly against his chest.
For three years, he had never dared to slacken. He knew that Poseidon, the Sea God, intended to flood the Earth; Hades, King of the Underworld, sought to bring eternal darkness; and even the Pope schemed to usurp Athena and dominate the world. This world needed Saints to save it, and as Saint Seiya, he was naturally duty-bound!
Guinevere looked at the Seiya before her. When gods strayed from the myths woven by humanity, they wandered the earth. Wandering in the lands of the people who had given them their names, it was like water vanishing from barren land. Sooner or later, such gods would bring disaster upon the future mortal world.
But even in the face of the Unsubmissive Gods—the greatest calamities manifested in the world—humanity still possessed a faint glimmer of a miracle.
That miracle was the Child of the Fool, one born with the potential to slay gods, who would not fear divine pressure, and would courageously press forward to grasp that slender thread of hope.
"There's no need for further admonishment. If Seiya has decided to embark on this arduous path, what we should offer is our blessing." A new, sharp voice sounded from the side.
The speaker was a graceful woman entirely cloaked in a blue-black robe, a White Goddess who, like Guinevere, wore a white mask. It was she who had discovered the unconscious Seiya in the forest.
She looked at the youth before her. Even for a Fool possessing the talent to slay gods, the probability of success was still minuscule. But admonishment was useless, for those who bravely challenged the gods were utter fools through and through—hence the name, Child of the Fool.
Since even she had spoken, Guinevere could only suppress her reluctance and look at the youth. "Very well, Seiya. It is a knight's duty to venture into perilous lands and display courage and valor. Since you've made your decision, you must absolutely complete this challenge. Do you understand?"
"Yes, this has always been my destiny," Seiya replied with a faint smile.
"Don't speak with such certainty. When you directly face a god who has descended to Earth in defiance of myth, you will understand." A look of affection tinged Guinevere's expression as it shifted to that of a Divine Ancestor, the pinnacle of witches.
"I will arrange for you to go to a stage more suited to your talents. I pray for your survival and for the day we meet again."
Seiya sensed the gravity in her words but still smiled. "I will come back to see you, Sister Marin."
The Witch Queen Guinevere and Lancelot, who protected the Divine Ancestor, watched the boy's departing figure. Suddenly, Guinevere spoke, "You've sensed it too, haven't you? That child possesses the essence of a Fool's Child."
"He has never shown any fear in my presence," Lancelot replied. "Actually, as the foremost Witch Queen, you must have had a premonition long ago. He might become an enemy who will kill us in the future."
"But fate has also revealed a faint connection between him and the Last King. Regardless of which future unfolds, I can accept it." Guinevere removed her mask. Her originally elegant figure swiftly became more delicate, or rather, more youthful. Yet, her exquisitely beautiful face remained, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. Even in this form, reminiscent of tender spring bamboo, her motherly radiance could be felt.
Lancelot also removed her mask. She said nothing, merely gazing at the sky connected to the Gloomside.
Whether he became an enemy or an aid in finding the Last King, both the Witch and the Guardian who protected her could accept it.
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