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

Chapter 373 Are you interested in becoming a Saint Seiya?
"Master, Master, Master Guangzheng"

A familiar and anxious call came to his ears, waking Mitsumasa Kido from his trance.

Looking at the housekeeper who looked worried, Mitsumasa Kido waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

"Continue with the previous topic"

The so-called "Hundred Children Plan" naturally refers to one hundred children.

Mitsumasa Kido's original goal was to give birth to a hundred children within a year, and then train these hundred children to become legendary Saints, guarding Athena and thus fulfilling the glorious mission of protecting mankind.

However, not to mention that his thing doesn't work, even if it does work, wanting to make a hundred women pregnant within a year is wishful thinking.

So he thought of another way.
Then there was the scene at the beginning where Tatsumi reported to him.

Those one hundred children indeed had his 'DNA' in their bodies, but they were not conceived by him or under normal circumstances.

He used artificial insemination to find women from different countries and regions around the world, especially those who were about to die, and used various methods such as high rewards, coercion, inducement, etc. to make them agree.

The so-called Hundred Children Plan can also be called the surrogate birth plan.

Theoretically, these one hundred children are all his children, but they were not planted by him personally.

Apart from the blood relationship, there is no emotional relationship at all.

So he has no feelings for these children, and these children are just tools to him.

"Adopt them temporarily, let them grow up with Saori for a while, and cultivate the relationship between the two."

"But there is one thing. Let them recognize their own identities. Recognize Saori as their master!"

Mitsumasa Kido seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him, his tone was cold and his attitude was very indifferent.

It was as if those hundred were not his children, but a group of strangers.

This is almost true, these children are just his biological children.

The word "cold" is no longer enough to describe Mitsumasa Kido.

This is in stark contrast to his attitude towards Kido Saori, who is always a kind grandfather.

"Yes, sir."

Tatsumi faithfully carried out the task assigned to him by his master: "Then how long do you think it would be appropriate to let them spend time with the young lady?"

"One year is best, but half a year is also fine. It is also very necessary for you to contact those Saints and become their disciples."

"Also, don't worry about wasting money. My Guladu Group has nothing but a lot of money."

In other words, it's just one word - 'throwing money'.

"Yes, sir. I will do it to your satisfaction."

Tatsumi said.

"Go down, I want to be alone"

"Yes."

With the departure of the loyal butler and the slow closing of the door, Mitsumasa Kido sat back on the rocking chair he had been leaning on.

The fire not far away made crackling sounds as the firewood burned.

Mitsumasa Kido slowly closed his eyes, enjoying this rare tranquility.

He is already ill, and his condition is very serious and there is no cure.

He wanted to pave the way for his nominal granddaughter before he died.

Led by Tatsumi and a group of consortium bodyguards, a hundred children met a little girl.

“Why should we worship that girl?”

The young Seiya ignored the bodyguards' requests and raised his question.

"Let me get out of here. I have to find my sister."

"Seiya, how dare you disrespect Miss Saori!"

"Xiewu, do you want to cause trouble?" The two young boys confronted each other.

"You're called Ikki? You're called Ikki?!"

Tatsumi held a wooden sword made of straw and mercilessly beat the dark blue-haired boy who was hung up in front of him.

"Your training locations will now be drawn. The time to decide your fate has come."

"Don't forget the kindness the consortium has shown you. You must come back here in three years."

"Those whose names are called, please come up and draw the lot!"

As time goes by, the fate of the younger generation of Saints is also slowly unfolding.

Meanwhile, in the northernmost region of the world lies what is known as permafrost.

However, even in the coldest land, there is a small area suitable for human habitation, and there are also days of spring when flowers bloom.

It is clearly spring when everything comes back to life.

The warm sunshine is shining on the earth.

Ming
In the woods, the boy holding a beautifully decorated dagger in his hand had a heart as cold as an iceberg that had never melted.

He just stood there in a daze, staring blankly at the backs of a family of three on horseback as they left sweetly and happily not far away.

When he took out another identical dagger from his pocket and looked at the face of the other boy on horseback who looked almost exactly like him, he, who was making a living alone and was very sensitive to everything, already knew almost everything.

He was abandoned by his family.

Hate it?

Not really.
After all, they were the ones who gave him life.

Although there was nothing at home, it was a place that could shelter from the wind and rain, so one didn't have to freeze to death in the snow and ice like many outsiders.

Although his family had no money, he inherited his adoptive father's hunting skills.

Don’t you hate it?
That's impossible.

The fact that he was abandoned is an indisputable fact.

But compared to resentment, there is more unwillingness in his heart. He is unwilling to accept their identities, unwilling to accept himself, and unwilling to accept his fate.

"Then let's get out of here."

"No matter how hard you try here, your birth determines everything."

The sound rang in my ears.

Then a man's figure gradually appeared in front of the boy.

The other person had his eyes closed, but the boy felt as if the other person saw through everything.

"He was born into a famous family and enjoys a very high status in the Asgard, but your father is just an ordinary hunter. Even if you work hard to cultivate from now on and become better and stronger than him, you are still just a hunter's child."

"You can't be born standing at the end of others like him, and you can't wear the legendary God's Battle Cloth as long as Hilda gives an order like him."

"No matter how hard you try, the best you can do is wear Fuxing's divine armor, or even become a shadow warrior who assists him."

The man's words were like a sharp knife, tearing apart the disguise of the fairy tale and revealing the bloody facts inside.

The boy's lips turned pale after hearing this. Although he didn't want to admit it in his heart, he knew it clearly because he had been struggling in society alone for many years.

It is very likely that what the other party said is true.

"what should I do?"

“Go to new places, find new ways out, and prove it to others.”

"It is said that there are many good horses but few good horse trainers. Today, I happen to be willing to be a good horse trainer for a while."

"I'm from the Sanctuary. Are you interested in becoming a Saint?"

(End of this chapter)