Why would a Saint Seiya become a pirate?

Just as the light was about to touch him, he vanished without a trace.

"Did they escape? This is troublesome."

Kizaru stared in the direction where Fanny had disappeared, his face showing absolutely no sign of worry.

……

To explain the setting, since there is no divine realm in this world, the Saint Seiya warriors are somewhat weakened.

Yes, it's all a matter of global will.

Different Saint Seiya warriors have different strengths because their foundations are different.

The following is for reference only.

The lower limit of the sixth sense corresponds to Luffy during the East Blue period.

The upper limit of the sixth sense corresponds to Gear Second and Gear Third Luffy.

The lower limit of the Seventh Sense corresponds to Rob Lucci taking the secret drug during the Enies Lobby arc and Crocodile after the Marineford War.

(Gold Saint)

The seventh sense reaches its upper limit, corresponding to the three admirals, and the fruit ability awakens.

The lower limit of the Eighth Sense corresponds to the Four Emperors, Garp, Sengoku, and the Five Elders. (Tier 3 God)

The eighth sense's upper limit corresponds to the three ultimate weapons, Im. (Level Two God)

The Ninth Sense, Hades, Poseidon, Athena

The Tenth Sense, Zeus, Saturn

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Chapter 2: I'll give you face in return, I'll give you a shoe insole!

He beat up the Celestial Dragons and then used the Yellow Monkey King, the master of water-releasing, to activate his own cosmos.

Fanny felt great.

Showing off and then running away, that's really exciting.

If it had been any later, I probably would have been riddled with holes by Kizaru's laser beam.

Can't beat it, can't beat it at all.

According to Van Nistelrooy's estimation, the strength of a Marine Admiral is at least above the Seventh Sense.

Van Nistel didn't know the exact amount.

Although his body had returned to the age of fifteen, his inner universe had already touched the seventh sense without him going into overdrive or doing sit-ups.

However, if he continues to cultivate, given time, he might even master the legendary Ninth Sense.

You could even try the tenth sense, which only gods can access.

Unfortunately, without Athena and the Zodiac, the Saint Cloth Stone can only serve as a necklace.

At this moment, he was lying on the steps beside a bustling street in a port.

The sea breeze, carrying the saltiness and dampness of the sea, whipped his slightly disheveled hair and dusty clothes.

Yes, he just used teleportation to dive directly into the sea.

In the harbor, rows of huge sailboats stood tall, their sails fluttering in the sea breeze.

The sailors shouted work chants as they busily loaded and unloaded cargo.

The various noises intertwined, forming a unique harbor symphony.

But Fanny seemed detached, immersed in his own world, savoring the excitement and insights gained from the battle.

Those life-or-death struggles and the shock of clashing forces were key to his improvement in strength.

Each recollection is like rekindling the flame of his inner universe, a burning desire for power.

Just then, a hearty laugh, like a thunderclap in a clear sky, came from behind him.

"Kid, not bad, you managed to escape from Admiral Kizaru."

"You? Your name is Red-Haired Shanks?"

Upon hearing this, Fanny immediately snapped out of his daze.

He turned around quickly, his gaze like a sharp dagger piercing the newcomer.

There stood a tall, almost imposing man.

His face wore that signature smile, warm yet powerful.

It's a pity that he was a perfectly healthy person, only missing an arm.

It was none other than Shanks, the renowned captain of the Red-Haired Pirates.

Shanks smiled slightly, revealing a set of clean, even teeth that gleamed in the sunlight, and replied.

"Ah, yes, yes."

Fanny's brows furrowed instantly, as he secretly pondered Shanks's intentions.

On this vast and boundless sea, full of danger and opportunity.

The name of Shanks, one of the Four Emperors, is known to everyone.

Unfortunately, Fanny didn't like this idiot.

This guy is a complete scoundrel, relying on his own strength and background to get others to give him face everywhere.

Do you really think you have a silver spoon in your mouth?!

"What do you want from me?"

Shanks narrowed his eyes slightly, the smile in his eyes instantly vanishing, replaced by a rare seriousness.

His gaze slowly swept over the bustling harbor, the busy figures of sailors, and the merchant ships coming and going.

Everything seemed so ordinary, yet it seemed to conceal endless variables.

Then Shanks slowly spoke.

"Didn't you hit a Celestial Dragon? Give me some face and go hide in the Four Seas for a while."

"Now, the Grand Line needs some quiet."

After saying that, he raised his head slightly and looked towards the horizon where the sea met the sky.

It seems that all the secrets and dangers of the Grand Line are hidden there.

He seemed to be contemplating the intricate and extremely delicate situation in this sea area.

Upon hearing this, Fanny was so angry that he laughed.

"I'll give you face by giving you a shoe insole! Go ahead and try to dodge my spell, will you?"

"Don't worry, I won't avoid God, because I'm more powerful than God!"

Upon hearing this, Lyme Jones quickly stepped out from behind Shanks.

A hint of anger flashed in his eyes as he spoke coldly.

"So, you're not going to give my captain any face?"

The voice was deep and threatening, like a whisper from hell.

Fanny paused for a moment, various thoughts flashing through his mind like lightning, before suddenly realizing what was happening.

"Wait a minute, I just want to know, is it really necessary to go to such lengths to fight a Celestial Dragon?"

Shanks took a step forward, subtly radiating Conqueror's Haki, each step steady and powerful.

His previously relaxed expression turned unusually serious, and a hint of helplessness appeared in his eyes. He was about to speak and explain.

"We don't want to protect the Celestial Dragons, it's just..."

Before Shanks could finish speaking, Fanny impatiently interrupted him, shouting loudly.

"Alright, I understand. The chosen one, right?"

Fanny's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of disdain.

That smile carried contempt and mockery towards the so-called "chosen ones," as if it were a sneer at the absurdity of the world.

It's like everyone's seen a chosen one before. In the end, didn't the sixth brother from the God Realm win?

Shanks was secretly startled upon hearing this, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

His pupils contracted slightly as he murmured to himself.

"As expected, Observation Haki was definitely the right thing to do..."

Fanny shook his head dismissively, a hint of confidence and nonchalance in his eyes.

"That's not necessarily true."

His tone seemed to be declaring to the whole world that he did not believe in so-called destiny, but only in his own strength.

At this moment, Beckman also slowly walked out from the crowd.

He was tall and imposing, like a towering mountain, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

He had a cigar dangling from his mouth, smoke swirling around his face.

His eyes were sharp as an eagle's as he stared intently at Fanny and questioned him.

"What did you do to our captain?"

His voice was deep and imposing, as if it could penetrate Fanny's heart.

Instead of answering Beckman's question, Van Nistelrooy suddenly reached out his hand.

A strange light emanated from his palm.

The light, with its dreamlike colors, transformed into a serpent of interwoven, multicolored light, instantly enveloping Shanks' severed arm.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes glued to the scene.