Judging from the various incidents.
The Saint Seiya timeline is getting more and more convoluted. I can only take it one step at a time. If the Holy War comes early and I don't want to fight, I'll have to find a way to slip out to the outside world and live as an ordinary man.
Even if I have Gold Saint-level strength, brawling does me no good.
Might as well try being a salted fish!
Buy a house and a car out there, marry seventeen or eighteen wives, skip the gods' games and struggles, and ignore any talk of the world ending.
So long as the main plot doesn't change.
With those five undying cockroaches around, they can strip even the gods to their underwear. Hades would have no choice but to kneel and sing "Conquer."
I'll just quietly be the king of lying low… ahem, a handsome gentleman.
The problem is, if I hide like that, I'll have to give up the graveyard cheat.
Damian steadied his breathing, preparing to think up a win‑win plan.
Suddenly, a graceful figure approached without a sound, and a voice as crisp as wind chimes rang out:
"Damian, you've really disappointed me."
Hearing the voice, Damian looked up and saw a face hidden behind a white mask.
No one else: the shapely woman in the white mask was his teacher, Shaina of Ophiuchus, the Silver Saint.
Shaina had a wasp-slim waist and long legs, her curves excellent. Especially that boneless, serpentine waist—in addition to her pale green long hair, he could identify her just by that S-curve alone.
Just like he could identify Marin by bust size alone.
"What is it, Shaina?"
Damian faintly sensed Shaina's displeasure.
Did Pansy go tattle?
He had warned her that if she dared tattle, the consequences would be serious.
Did the little girl want to witness a psychotic episode firsthand?
His focused drilling of Cassios was interrupted; he deflated, plopped onto the ground, and looked up at the suddenly arrived Shaina, slightly out of breath.
"Ms. Shaina!"
Like a wagging pup, Cassios trotted up to Shaina, cheeks flushed, ready to show off.
He hadn't seen Shaina lately. Now that he'd sensed the Cosmo, he rushed over at once.
"You've been working hard."
Shaina looked at Cassios in some surprise. He was drenched, but his spirit was excellent, as if reborn.
It was clear this not-so-bright disciple was training like mad. To compete in the Cloth battle, he was going all in.
She hadn't expected that in the time she spent teaching Pansy, the always-unconventional Damian had actually been supervising Cassios's training.
Shaina said, "You should know, the Cloth battles start tomorrow."
"I've received word that Seiya has picked the Pegasus Bronze Cloth, and he's fully awakened his Cosmo."
"Cassios, I want you to fight for the Pegasus Cloth. Are you ready? If not, you can withdraw."
"I don't want to see you die in the ring, much less be mocked by Marin."
Shaina looked down on that woman Marin, who, besides being big up top, strutted around every day.
Just because her disciple Seiya had good talent and had awakened the Cosmo so young.
Even if Cassios's perseverance and resolve today surprised her, she didn't want to see this disciple die in the upcoming Cloth battles.
After all, Cassios's aptitude was limited. Like Damian, he'd gone the muscle route.
Without awakening the Cosmo, getting in the ring was a dead end.
"Withdraw from the Cloth battle? You'd have him concede to Marin?"
Hearing that, Damian gave a slight shake of the head.
"Concede? Impossible. If Cassios can't do it, then you go take the Pegasus Cloth."
Shaina turned to Damian. "Drop the act. You've long since awakened your Cosmo, haven't you?"
"Me? Don't overthink it, Shaina. You know I'm only interested in muscle."
"Cloths? Cosmos? None of that works as well as my muscles do!"
Damian immediately bent his arms and struck a muscle‑showing pose!
See? My muscles!
Tell me to get on stage and fight again, and I'll have a psychotic episode for you right now.
Even if you force me on stage, the first thing I'll do is drop my pants and take a leak.
Cassios stepped forward at once: "No—please let me go up, teacher. I must fight for the Pegasus Cloth."
I, Cassios, am not the Cassios I was.
He had nearly mastered the supersonic punch; every two punches, one broke the sound barrier, and in a second he could easily throw a hundred.
In terms of speed, he should be about on par with an ordinary Bronze Saint.
Cassios now felt confident against Seiya, sure he would pound Seiya and seize the Cloth.
To bring honor to his senior brother, and to prove himself to Shaina.
Besides, Senior Brother Damian had taught him one Bronze Saint finisher.
Any Saint wearing a Bronze Cloth would suffer taking that move head-on.
Seiya, just wait to be torn apart by me.
"Ms. Shaina, I will definitely compete in the Cloth battle tomorrow."
"I won't let you or senior brother down."
Cassios thumped his chest and looked at his teacher with blazing eyes, full of confidence.
Shaina said nothing, as if still undecided.
"Cassios, show her the results of your recent effort—the muscle school's ultimate."
Damian simply gave Cassios the order.
"Right!"
With a roar, Cassios's muscles swelled rapidly, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Burn, my Cosmo!"
He bellowed and punched forward hard.
Boom!
The boulder ahead shattered, dust billowing.
"Very good. Then we'll see you in the arena tomorrow."
"No matter what, you must take the Pegasus Bronze Cloth."
Seeing that, Shaina was overjoyed.
She saw strength and confidence in his eyes, and felt the ripple of Cosmo.
Yes!
Cassios had actually awakened the Cosmo?
The sun had risen in the west.
"See? That's the benefit of training muscle, right, Cassios?"
Damian struck another muscle‑showing pose.
"Oh, yes, senior brother!"
Cassios followed suit, posing and flexing.
Shaina chose to ignore her two cracked-brained disciples, sweat trickling at her brow.
Inside, she was delighted, and was about to ask for details when a voice came from outside the graveyard: "Gravekeeper Damian, a body needs handling!"
"The deceased is Jamian, the Crow Silver Saint!"
Jamian of the Crow!
Hearing that, Shaina's body trembled slightly.
Damian guessed the Pope had sent people to Sicily to retrieve bodies—and they'd found the missing one.
The Silver Saint who had vanished had been found!