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

Chapter 404 Your Phoenix Cloth is Female
It was Ikki who called out to Yamcha.

Seeing that Yamcha had no intention of introducing Bardo from beginning to end, he could not bear his inner doubts, so he called out to Yamcha.

"There is one thing I would like to ask you to clarify."

Although he was a person who would not submit to anyone, that was because the opponent's own strength was not enough to convince him, and the power displayed by Yamcha made him admire him.

After getting Yamcha's consent, he pointed at Bardo, whose holy garment was extremely similar to his own, and said, "Who are you?"

"Bardo of Phoenix."

Bardo replied with a smile.

He always had a smile on his face, in stark contrast to Ikki's stern expression.

Ikki narrowed his eyes slightly, with a dangerous look in his eyes: "I am the Phoenix."

It seems like they are going to fight each other if they disagree on something.

"He is Phoenix Bardo, and you are the Bronze Saint Phoenix Ikki."

Yamcha takes over Bardo's place to help Ikki solve his puzzles.

But the more he spoke, the more puzzled Yihui's eyes became: "What do you mean?"

What do you mean he is Phoenix and I am Bronze Saint Phoenix?
“Oh, it’s a language translation problem.”

Yamcha changed his tone and said, "The full name of your holy cloth is Phoenix. The correct name should be the bronze holy cloth of Phoenix, and Bardo's holy cloth is called Fenghuang."

"You can all call it the Phoenix Cloth, but they are essentially different."

Yamcha talked freely and without restraint, and the Saints who listened to him were confused and all looked as if they understood but not really understood.

Looking at their 'clear and stupid' appearance, Yamcha nodded secretly.

This is the result of not having enough education, suffering from the lack of culture.

The Saint Seiya only received basic cultural lessons, and most of the time they were training, training, and training.

In fact, the phoenix and the phoenix are three different creatures. The phoenix is ​​one, the phoenix is ​​one, and the phoenix is ​​another.

"So what exactly is that holy garment?"

Ikki's tone now was not as aggressive as before.

After looking around, Yamcha said, "I think you are all confused, so I will tell you everything."

After these words were spoken, except for Saga, everyone else showed curious expressions on their faces, including Scorpio Milo, who is also one of the Gold Saints.

"But before that, I need to ask a question. Do you know how many categories of armors the official Saints under Athena are divided into?"

"Bronze, silver and gold." Seiya blurted out without thinking.

He has been staying in the Holy Land for many years, so he should be too familiar with this matter.

"Yes, do you know how many of each of them there are?"

Faced with this question, several Bronze Saints looked at each other, wanting to get an answer from each other, but unfortunately they could only see themselves in each other's eyes.

"48 bronze saints, 24 silver saints, and 12 gold saints."

This time it was Misty who answered, and after he finished speaking he ruffled his golden hair again.

"Do you understand now?"

Faced with Yamcha's question, even the Silver Saint looked puzzled this time.

What do you understand?
Milo looked at Saga calmly, and when he saw that the other party remained indifferent from beginning to end, he knew that this former big brother must know it.

But he was too embarrassed to ask, and also wanted to maintain the mystery of being a senior in front of Silver and Bronze, so he pretended to be indifferent.

In fact, he didn't know anything at all.

"You haven't found the problem yet."

Yamcha sighed, and in a tone that said, "Son, Daddy is very disappointed," he asked, "How many pieces of armor are there in total?"

Everyone was embarrassed by Yamcha's tone and blurted out "88 pieces!" almost subconsciously.

Without waiting for Yamcha to continue explaining, someone spoke almost instantly.

"I understand!"

It was Shun who spoke.

In the original work, he knew a lot of information that Seiya, who lived in the Sanctuary, did not know, and his brain was considered to be one of the most flexible among the Saints.

Seeing the puzzled looks of his companions, Shun glanced at Yamcha apologetically before saying, "12, 24, 48 is a total of 84 pieces."

"There are still four pieces missing!"

Seiya immediately learned from his experience.

'I see. ’

Milo nodded and looked at Saga again. He found that he still had a calm expression, which made him more convinced of his guess.

"This Phoenix Cloth is one of the four missing Cloths. No, it should be called the four legendary Cloths."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Yamcha again out of the corner of his eye, and when he saw that the commander-in-chief did not object, he knew that he must be right.

'I didn't say anything, Milo said everything.'

Yamcha muttered to himself.

"Also, the four legendary holy garments are actually five in total. Isn't this reasonable?"

As for Saga
His mind was on the Holy Land at the moment, and he didn't listen to what was said here at all.

In fact, Yamcha was going to change the Phoenix to Suzaku, and then the Celestial Dragon to Azure Dragon? The white bird to White Tiger? The fairy to Black Tortoise? And the Pegasus could be disguised as a Kirin by putting a horn on its head.

Under the guidance of the two Gold Saints Saga and Milo, Xiaoqiang and the Silver Saints began their journey of training to comprehend the seventh sense.

In the distant sanctuary.
As the Gold Saint, Camus had a smooth journey through the Twelve Zodiacs and arrived at the Pope's Hall very smoothly.

"Camus, how did the mission go?"

After experiencing the battle at the manor, looking at the man wearing the bronze Pope mask behind the curtain gave Camus a very unfamiliar feeling.

It seems to be true
"Your Holiness, I would like to meet the goddess first. I have very important news to report to her."

Although Camus' tone was still respectful, the content was different from before.

"Camus, it's the same if you tell me anything."

The Pope's voice was so gentle, but Camus heard a hint of coldness in it.

"Please allow me to meet the goddess."

Camus spoke again, no longer addressing the Pope as a respectful presence.

"I said it, and it's the same as telling me."

The Pope didn't seem to notice anything unusual in Camus' words and maintained his previous attitude.

"As a Gold Saint, I think I am qualified to meet the goddess."

"As the Pope, I have the right to listen to your report before deciding whether you are qualified to see me."

When Camus was speaking, he had already gone from kneeling on one knee to standing up and looking him in the eye, and the content of their conversations had begun to confront each other.

"Your Holiness, you seem very reluctant for me to meet the goddess?"

At this time, Camus's microcosm had begun to burn, and the cold air swept across the entire Pope's Hall, causing the temperature around it to drop to dozens of degrees below zero in an instant.

Just as the battle between the two was about to break out, a voice rang out.

"Camilla, why don't you stop?"

(End of this chapter)