Why would a Saint Seiya become a pirate?

Why would a Saint Seiya become a pirate? (Author: Skin Without Electric Beads)

Follow the ship! The main character has fewer scenes, it's not a babysitting story! Taking a bath in Akainu's lava.

Skating in Aokiji's frozen ground. Reading under Kizaru's light. Training in Fujitora's gravity. And when there's nothing else to do, getting a massage from Garp's iron fist.

Get Hawkeye to trim his nails with his black sword. While he's at it, have Kaido act as a punching bag. Have Green Bull feed the birds. The Flame-Flame Fruit is best suited for grilling.

If you ask who the best talker in the world is, watch as my Saint Seiya warriors intimidate the villains. Yes, these Saint Seiya warriors were all trained by me.

I am Fanny, the Saint Seiya instructor who has come here to sail.

If you don't beat up a Celestial Dragon at the start of Chapter 1, are you even a Saint Seiya?

Pick your brains up! Pick your brains up!

Disclaimer.

This book follows the trend of following the plot, so please feel free to use it.

Because there were many drafts saved up, some settings were changed later.

We are about to depart, please fasten your seatbelts.

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"So you're the one who calls yourself a Celestial Dragon?"

Fanny's eyes were filled with speechlessness.

He stared intently at the creature in front of him, which resembled a pig and was dressed in a bizarre flight suit.

Just now, he was chatting happily with the sweet-smiling receptionist.

Just as the atmosphere was getting along well, this uninvited guest barged in like a gust of disgusting wind.

As soon as Charles Saint entered, his eyes were drawn to the beauty of the receptionist.

The greed and desire revealed in his eyes were like a hungry wolf seeing a lamb.

They were extremely thirsty.

Well, he simply enjoys destroying beautiful things.

He made no attempt to conceal his wicked intentions and shamelessly demanded that the girl become his slave.

As someone who has received nine years of compulsory education and whose heart is full of justice and equality, how could Fanny tolerate such evil deeds?

In his eyes, the so-called Celestial Dragons were nothing more than the rotten remnants of the feudal era.

It is a stumbling block to social progress.

Although Fanny usually disliked killing, the anger in his heart was now burning and about to erupt.

If it weren't for the consideration that causing too much rioting in this public place would harm innocent people.

He desperately wanted to hang this despicable fellow on a streetlamp immediately to demonstrate the justice of the working class and peasantry.

Suppressing his rage, Fanny decided to teach this arrogant Celestial Dragon a small lesson first.

He flashed forward, moving with lightning speed, and delivered a resounding slap.

A crisp "snap" echoed through the bar.

The slap, imbued with Van Nistelrooy's displeasure, caused Charles Saint's head to tilt to the side, leaving him momentarily stunned.

"You dare hit me? You ant! Where's CP? Is he dead?"

Charles Saint covered his swollen cheek, tears and snot streaming down his face uncontrollably.

This black-haired, bespectacled man is so rude! It's just a woman he's trying to steal; does he have to resort to physical violence?

They're Celestial Dragons, after all.

Putting aside the facts, is it wrong for that woman to be beautiful?

Then, she was slapped again, and she screamed hysterically.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on.

"Ants? Laughable! Don't forget, your life is in the hands of ants!"

A hint of disdain flashed in Fanny's eyes, and he slapped Fanny across the face again.

Now, Charles Saint's left and right cheeks became symmetrical, both swollen high, looking like an inflated pig's head.

Looking at his "masterpiece," Fanny felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

It was as if years of pent-up resentment were released in those two slaps.

"Young man, I advise you not to be ungrateful."

Just then, the bar owner carried a huge wooden barrel and walked in with steady steps.

His eyes revealed a hint of worry and helplessness.

Looking at Fanny, he offered earnest advice.

In this chaotic world, he knew all too well how terrifying the Celestial Dragons were.

Provoking them will inevitably bring endless disasters.

"Think of your family."

The boss tried to appeal to Fanny's sense of family, hoping to make him realize the situation and put aside his impulsiveness.

"He's dead. He was killed by the Celestial Dragons."

Without batting an eye, Van Nistelrooy told a lie without hesitation.

The boss frowned slightly, but did not give up and continued to persuade him.

"Then think about your friends?"

As he spoke, he gently put the bucket down, his gaze fixed on Fanny, hoping to find a hint of wavering in his eyes.

"He's dead too, killed by the Celestial Dragons."

Van Nistel remained calm and gave a resolute answer.

The boss took a deep breath, still unwilling to give up, and played his last card.

"Think about your wife and children."

Fanny couldn't help but laugh, pointing to his own childish face, which clearly showed he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and said.

"Do I look like someone with a wife and children at my age?"

The smile held a hint of mockery, as if it were a sneer at the boss's naiveté.

The boss was completely speechless; he hadn't expected Fanny to be so stubborn.

After a moment of contemplation, the boss sighed helplessly and said...

"Then at least think about my family, okay?"

"I was just captured by his subordinates, someone called CP, and taken away as a slave."

Van Nistelrooy responded without hesitation.

"Why would I beat him up?"

As he spoke, he pointed outside the bar.

Several CP members dressed in black suits were lying on the ground.

Rolling its eyes, it remained motionless.

Just as Van Nistelrooy attacked Charles Saint, these guys rushed at him like vicious dogs.

However, it was as if they had run into an invisible and solid wall.

It was bounced back by a powerful force and crashed heavily to the ground.

The boss looked at the scene before him, feeling a mix of emotions.

He remained silent for a long time.

He then pulled an axe from behind his back, handed it to Fanny, and his expression became unusually resolute.

"Then you should just kill him."

After saying that, he lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

It was as if at that moment he had prepared himself to fight against fate.

Anyway, we've already fought the Celestial Dragons.

Between living a life worse than death and simply choosing death, there is truly no third option.

The boss knew all too well that if he offended the Celestial Dragons, his life would be doomed.

Rather than living a life of ignominy, I'd rather have a few good sparring matches first.

"No, if you kill me, it will trigger the Buster Call, and the entire island will be destroyed."

Charles Saint was terrified when he heard his boss's words.

His body moved backward uncontrollably, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

They immediately invoked the Demon Buster Order.

That Buster Call was the Navy's ultimate weapon.

Once launched, nothing is left in its wake.

"Oh ho, you can still talk? Looks like I didn't hit you hard enough."

A hint of amusement flashed in Fanny's eyes as he cracked his wrists, producing a crisp sound.

A strange smile appeared on his face as he approached Charles Saint step by step.

Like a demon from hell.

"I'm a rebellious person by nature, and I'm all about going against the grain. I don't like to listen to advice."