Dragon Ball: I, Yamcha, am the strongest in the universe

Chapter 277: Garen: No, buddy
There is a natural water prison in the Sniwan Strait, located in the crevice of the rocks where the horizontal surface of the strait meets the coast.

This is the place where Athena imprisoned the defeated captives in the wars of the gods throughout the ages.

At this time, a young man was imprisoned in the dungeon.

"Damn Saga, don't let me out of here. If you let me out of here, I will definitely teach him a lesson!"

The young man cursed and pounded the iron bars at the entrance to the dungeon.

However, the iron bars did not move at all no matter how he hit them. If it were anywhere else, a mere steel cell would not be able to trap a 'superman' who controlled a microcosm. Unfortunately, this water prison was affected by Athena's barrier, which was able to absorb the power of the microcosm and make it ineffective.

Being imprisoned in this water prison is like being an ordinary person who has lost his own microcosm.

Although this cage is just made of sturdy iron bars, it is not something that ordinary people can break free from.

"hateful!"

The young man seemed to have vented enough and sat down on the rock steps near the dungeon.

Three years. He had been imprisoned in this dungeon for three whole years.

If it weren't for the Saint's different physique from ordinary people, and the fact that some "seafood" would float in from time to time with the waves, he would have died in this prison long ago. Even so, he had several dangerous experiences. If it weren't for the warm little universe that saved him in the critical moment.
During these three years, his brother, the one who imprisoned him in the dungeon, never came to see him once.

It was as if his younger brother had died long ago.

"I don't know what's going on in the Sanctuary now, and whether that idiot Saga has become the Pope."

Garen leaned against the stone wall and muttered to himself.

With his extremely sharp five senses, he suddenly heard footsteps not far away.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, as if they were coming directly towards him.

"Saga?! "

Garlon's eyes lit up slightly. The Sniwan Strait water dungeon had not been used for more than two hundred years, and the only person who knew that he was imprisoned here was his brother.

'I'm going to punch him when I get out! Punch him hard in the face!'

Garlon clenched his fists secretly.

It was Saga who locked him up without asking any questions.

He was just unhappy about the way the Pope treated his brother, and said only a few angry words.

MD, I can’t get over this. The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

When the footsteps were nearby, Garlon put one hand on his waist and pointed to the footsteps with the other hand. He shouted, "You are so great! You are so noble! You can lock me up in this shitty place. If you have the guts, don't come here."

The words stopped abruptly.

Because what he saw was not Saga, but a strange face.

"Okay, bye then."

The other party just nodded vigorously, turned around and left.

Garlon didn't care about his image at this moment. He had been waiting here for three whole years. Who knew when the next person would come. He just held the iron railing with one hand and stretched forward with the other hand, shouting anxiously.

"Wait. Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

Under Garlon's vague gaze, Yamcha stopped, turned around and looked at Garlon helplessly and said, "Didn't you ask me to leave?"

“I’m not talking about you.”

Garlon said anxiously: "Can you help me pass a message? Or find someone to come over for me."

"Okay, who should I look for?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Garlon was silenced.

Who to look for?

His brother Saga?

That’s definitely not possible. If the other party wanted to release him, they would have done so long ago.

What about the Pope?

Most likely it won't work.
Could it be Aiolos? Theoretically, this was the most likely person to release him. Although he was unwilling in his heart, even he had to admit that Aiolos was indeed a warrior with "kindness, wisdom, and courage".

Apart from these people, he really doesn't know anyone else.

He doesn't even know who his biological parents are or what their names are, and he doesn't have any friends.

Just when Garlon was struggling, he heard Yamcha say.

"You figured it out?"

Garlon didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and said casually: "Nonsense. What else?"

"Then let me let you out."

"You?" Garen looked Yamcha up and down for a while, and suddenly a spark of hope rose in his heart. He asked tentatively: "Are you a Saint Seiya? Bronze? Silver?"

Why didn’t he ask about gold? Because he had seen gold.

Theoretically, there is still hope for the Saint Seiya to use his Cosmo to attack the water prison from a long distance.

However, Yamcha's next words immediately extinguished the flame.

"Neither!" Yamcha shook his head: "I'm just a martial artist passing by."

First of all, Yamcha does not have the Saint Cloth, and secondly, he does not believe in Athena. Even if he has a small universe, he is not a Saint Seiya.

Hearing the other party's self-introduction, Garlon covered his face.

“It turns out to be an ordinary person”

Garlon waved his hand: "Don't waste time, just go."

Ordinary people want to open the Sniwan Strait water prison? It would be impossible unless a cow took a rocket and flew to the sky.

For an ordinary person, let alone Saga, the Pope, or Aiolos, it is an extremely small probability event to see a Sanctuary soldier.

Martial arts master?
Ah.
Just when Garlon was feeling hopeless, Yamcha placed his hands on the solid iron railing and exerted a little force.
Accompanied by a sharp sound of metal friction, the railings that had left Garen helpless for years were easily broken into a hole in Yamcha's hands like two noodles, large enough for one person to enter and exit.

Garlon:.
No, man.

Although these iron bars are not treasures, they have not been damaged since the mythological era.

You say to tear it down, so we can tear it down?

Martial artist? Are ordinary people so strong nowadays?
"You don't want to come out? Or do you think the opening is too small?"

Seeing that Kanon was slow to move, Yamcha grabbed the door of the water dungeon and pulled it hard.

With a clang, the entire dungeon door, along with the connecting stone above, was held in Yamcha's hand.

Well, just take down the doors of the Sniwan Strait water dungeon.

Athena's barrier seemed to not exist at this moment.

Garlon:.
He thought about the situations he had faced in prison over the years, and then thought about the guy in front of him who looked about the same age as him.

Especially when he saw the other party holding the door as if it didn't take much effort.

For some reason, he had the illusion that he was the ordinary person.

He is a Saint whose fists can tear through the sky and whose kicks can crack the earth! He is also the younger brother of the most powerful Saint Seiya, the Gemini Gold Saint!

Now there are only two words left!

"If you don't want to come out, I'll push it back for you."

Yamcha held the gate and looked at Kanon.

"no need!"

Only then did Garlon react and got out without thinking.

He never wants to go back in this life.

(End of this chapter)