Saint Seiya, but Athena who disobeys?

Saint Seiya, but Athena who disobeys?

Author: Winemaker

Introduction:

Legend has it that when the earth loses peace, the Saints will appear to uphold justice.

Traveling back in time as Seiya, I fight to protect Athena and win the next holy war. After three years of relentless training, my Cosmo has awakened, my sixth sense has reached full strength, and I can now wield the sky-shattering Pegasus Meteor Fist, even mastering other fighting techniques. Okay, now I'm fully prepared! My Cosmo is eager to wage war against the evil gods!

But I tell you, what is this god of disobedience who betrayed his own mythology and descended to earth? Seiya looked at the little girl in a knitted hat with cat ears in front of him and asked, "Which Athena am I protecting?"

Chapter 1: Saint Seiya

Legend has it that there is a group of valiant warriors. When the Earth loses its peace, these Saint Seiya warriors will appear to uphold justice. They can split the sky with a single palm strike and crack the earth with a single foot strike. These young men who fight without weapons, relying entirely on their bare hands, are called—Saint Seiya.

From the age of mythology, the goddess Athena and her Saints have waged countless holy wars against evil gods. In modern times, an ancient forest connected to the underworld contains a fairy city—the Fairy Realm.

An Asian boy stood on the edge of a cliff near the sea, his eyes closed. Cherry blossom petals flew from the forest behind him and disappeared into the deep sea in front of him.

The moment the petals fell onto the sea, like a silver bottle shattering, the boy's fists traced the path of stars across his chest. Suddenly, towering waves several meters high surged up before him, as if Moses had parted the sea, and he had actually carved a path through the sea with his fists.

The sound of the explosion echoed across the vast ocean as the sea parted. His attack had transcended sound, and only then did he open his eyes.

[Pegasus Meteor Fist Completed. Congratulations, host, you have mastered the Pegasus fighting style.]

The announcement that echoed only in his mind was also the notification sound from the prediction-based mobile game "Saint Seiya: Myth of Cloths," which he played in his last life. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in this world, even his age and body had returned to a childlike state. After three years of arduous training, he finally achieved perfection.

[Name: Seiya]

[Occupation: Saint Seiya]

[Realm: Mastery of the Sixth Sense]

[Combat Techniques: Resurrection Strike, Pegasus Meteor Fist, Pegasus Comet Fist, Pegasus Spinning Crushing Fist, Freezing Fist, Flame Vortex, Telekinesis, Fist Pressure, Holy Sword Drawing, God-Slaying Power]

When the world is plunged into darkness, the Saints, symbols of hope, will appear. For the sake of the earth and humanity, embark on your journey!

[Please complete the beginner main quest—Meet the reincarnation of Athena, and you will be rewarded with the Pegasus Cloth.]

Seiya took a deep breath! Three years, three years! Do you know how I've spent these three years?

Not far away, Guinevere, the master of this fairy realm, watched this scene unfold. In the short span of three years, she had witnessed firsthand how the child her uncle had brought home had grown to his current state. And she, possessing the highest level of spiritual vision, also sensed that the time for parting had arrived.

"You are already capable of opening up the world with your fists, and with this imposing aura, you are qualified to become a warrior bearing the name of a saint." She gently announced to the boy before her.

The Grail Knights, Templars, and Paladins are essentially warriors who hold the title of the highest-ranking knights. When mythology was revealed on earth, their strength was even comparable to that of divine beasts.

Seiya turned around and looked at the woman in front of him who wore a white mask and possessed the gentle qualities of both an older sister and a mother. "In the name of the saint, teacher, I think I am qualified to do it, and I will never fail the responsibility I bear."

He had already awakened his sixth sense a year ago and fully mastered Pegasus and its related combat techniques. But now, when Marin announced that he had reached the rank of Saint, he still couldn't help but feel excited.

Although her hair color is slightly different from the golden-orange hair in the original work, she also wears a white mask, appears in front of him as a guide, and is just as gentle yet strict. So she must be Marin, the Silver Saint who is teaching him.

Another woman who appears by chance, also wearing a white mask and strictly instructing him, is undoubtedly Sharna.

It seems that his appearance has already slightly changed this world. Seiya clenched his fist; now that he had come to this world, he didn't want the tragedy of the past to repeat itself.

"But are you truly determined to embark on this path?" Even though her spiritual senses had revealed her future destiny to Guinevere, Guinevere, as the former Earth Mother and now the progenitor of the gods, couldn't help but want to admonish the child. "You are my most precious treasure. The moment I took you from the hands of the fairies, this entire forest acknowledged you. I believe that one day you will stand at the pinnacle of knighthood. I admit this is my personal hope, but you probably haven't yet had the experience of encountering a god."

"That's true, but it's my duty." Seiya clenched his fist and solemnly pounded it against his chest.

For three years, he never dared to relax, because he knew that Poseidon, the god of the sea, intended to flood the earth, Hades, the god of the underworld, attempted to bring eternal darkness, and even the Pope intended to replace Athena and rule the whole world. This world needed the Saints to save it, and as a Saint Seiya, he naturally had an inescapable responsibility!

Guinevere gazed at Seiya before her. When they strayed from the myths woven by humankind, wandering aimlessly on earth, wandering in the land of the people who gave them their names, they were like water flowing away on barren land. One day, the gods would bring calamity upon humanity.

But even in the face of the greatest calamities manifested by the God who disobeys, humanity still has a glimmer of hope for miracles.

That is, the son of the fool who is born with the potential to kill a god, who is not afraid of the pressure of the gods, and who bravely moves forward to grasp that sliver of a miracle.

"There's no need for further admonition. If Seiya has already made up his mind to embark on this arduous path, all we can offer is our blessings." A new, sharp voice sounded from the side.

The speaker was a graceful woman shrouded in a blue-black robe, the Goddess of White, who, like Guinevere, wore a white mask. It was she who found the unconscious Seiya in the forest.

He looked at the boy before him. Even though he possessed the ability to kill a god, the chances of success were still extremely slim. But admonitions were useless, because those who dared to challenge the gods were utter fools, the very definition of a fool's son.

Even He had said so, so Guinevere could only suppress her reluctance and look at the boy before her. "Alright, Seiya. It is a knight's duty to go to dangerous places and show courage and might. Since you've already said it, you must absolutely complete this challenge. Do you understand?"

"Yes, this is my destiny." Seiya smiled slightly.

"Don't speak so confidently. You will understand this truth when you face the gods who defy mythology and descend to earth." Guinevere's expression also changed, now tinged with pity, revealing the deity of a god at the pinnacle of witches.

"I will arrange for you to go to a stage that is more suitable for you, and I pray that we will meet again after you survive."

Seiya sensed the heaviness in her words, but still smiled and said, "I will come back to see you, Marin."

As the Demon Queen Guinevere and Lancelot, the protector of the ancestral god, watched the boy's departing figure, Guinevere suddenly spoke up, "You've noticed it too, haven't you? That child possesses the essence of the son of a fool."

“He has never shown any fear in front of me,” Lancelot said. “In fact, as the highest-ranking Demon Queen, you should have had a premonition that he might become our enemy in the future.”

“But fate also revealed a faint connection between him and the Last King, but I can accept whatever future that may hold.” Guinevere removed her mask, her once delicate figure quickly becoming lighter, or rather, more youthful. Yet, her remarkably beautiful face remained, a faint smile playing on her lips. Even in this form, as tender as a bamboo shoot in spring, one could feel her maternal glow.

Lancelot also removed her mask. She didn't speak, but simply gazed at the sky that connected to the Netherworld.

Whether they become enemies or help in finding the final king, the witch and the guardians who protect her can accept it.

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Chapter Two: The Boy Chasing the Gale

Early morning at Cagliari Elmas Airport in Sardinia, a joint military-civilian airport. Tourism has flourished in recent years, and as Italy's second-largest island, it's bustling with tourists from all over the world upon arrival. There are East Asian tour groups waving small red flags, and travelers from other parts of Europe, but all are queuing in order of arrival at the immigration gates. Except for one Gulfstream G550 that has just landed.

The private jet, with its shark-like streamline, sliced ​​through the airflow, drawing everyone's attention the moment its landing gear lightly kissed the runway. Many craned their necks to see who this wealthy individual was, but as the landing gear touched down, a young Asian boy came into view.

He's too young, too young to be a tycoon. He stands there like a tulip bud about to bloom, even looking somewhat immature.

"Hey, isn't Marin a bit too much?" Seiya was also a little surprised.

He racked his brains trying to recall, but couldn't figure out Marin's identity before Saint Seiya. He wasn't very familiar with the series; she was probably just some rich heiress. The "casual arrangement" she mentioned was actually a Gulfstream G550.

However, more important than the private jet was the fact that he looked around and realized this wasn't Japan.

“Our protector has said that this is the most suitable stage for our young master,” said Miss Salome, a brown-skinned woman with Middle Eastern features, with a smile. “And her help to you ends here. You must walk the rest of the road yourself. She looks forward to the day when we meet again.”

The Middle Eastern beauty who had briefly accompanied him also left, leaving Seiya alone in this foreign land. He looked at the crowded immigration gate, the drivers waiting outside the railings, and, most importantly, at the people watching him.

The Asian teenager who arrived in a luxury private jet through the VIP channel was clearly from an extremely wealthy family. Kusanagi Godou, who had just passed through the immigration gate, was also among them. However, he soon noticed that this wealthy young man was also looking at him and nodding gently.

"I just landed and I've already encountered a mysterious custodian with an item that exudes a rather imposing aura." Seiya sensed the source of the aura in the other person's backpack, but he didn't go up to talk to them because he had more important things to do.

At this moment, another plane from Milan, Italy, landed on the airport tarmac.

The girl's steps were light, and the hem of her crimson skirt rose and fell with each step.

Erica Blantri glanced at the Gulfstream G550 taking off in the distance, then quickly looked away. As she walked through the crowd to the VIP passage, the sound of her high heels on the floor seemed like a light, cheerful melody.

At this point, nothing has been settled yet, and there is still a chance.

A girl yearning for miracles and a boy carrying an unknown destiny both arrive at this lonely island west of Italy. At this time, Sardinia is still blessed with vast seas and clear skies, warm sunshine and gentle breezes, as if this happiness will last until the calamity that defies mythology descends.

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Seiya, holding the tourist guide map given to him at the airport and wearing a sun hat, looked at the ancient street in front of him.

He confirmed it: Sardinia, located in the central Mediterranean, is a vast and isolated island. Sardinia boasts a unique Italian culture and is one of the oldest regions in Europe, renowned as a cradle of sailing ships.

Marin said this is a stage suited to her; was she mistaken? My most important task right now is to find Athena's reincarnation, Saori Kido, to complete the beginner's quest and obtain the Pegasus Cloth.

Seiya reopened the device that had been with him for three years, which could be tentatively called a system's cheat code. It didn't offer any upgrades or level-ups; it simply recorded his current skill level and the combat techniques he had learned. The only icon that lit up was the beginner's quest at the bottom.

When the world is plunged into darkness, the Saints, symbols of hope, will appear. For the sake of the earth and humanity, embark on your journey!

[Please complete the beginner main quest—Meet the reincarnation of Athena, and you will be rewarded with the Pegasus Cloth.]

This is the simplest beginner task; all you need to do is meet the other person. However, Marin and her subordinates sent me to Sardinia, Italy. You should know that Athena's reincarnation, Saori Kido, should be in Japan.

A clinking sound came from the bakery next door. The owner, a woman with a beer barrel-like figure, handed him a pineapple bun wrapped in brown paper. Seiya, whose pockets were empty, simply smiled and said thank you in broken Italian. After discovering that the owner next door could speak English, he quickly switched back to English and started chatting.

I learned from them that Sardinia has actually been quite turbulent lately. From Bosa to Orgosolo and Barumini, these areas have experienced a series of natural disasters—typhoons, earthquakes, and excessively harsh sunshine.

Some even confidently claimed to have seen the phoenix from ancient Eastern mythology emerge from a rainbow on a rainy night.

"Rainy night, phoenix, rainbow—these words just don't seem to go together," Seiya thought. But the pineapple bun was delicious, and he didn't bother to argue with the shopkeeper's endless chatter.

"Actually, the number of tourists has decreased by 70% compared to before," the shopkeeper said, looking at the huge crowd ahead. "70% less and still this many?" Seiya was a little shocked. He quickly followed the shopkeeper's gaze and realized that the majority of the remaining tourists were tour groups from East Asia wearing little red hats.

Seiya headed towards his next destination. He wasn't in a hurry at all, walking down the street in this beautiful transition from spring to summer, giving one the feeling that if you keep looking, you'll eventually find it.

Meanwhile, Kusanagi Godou, who had also traveled from East Asia, was also searching for someone. He carried his grandfather's mission to deliver the ancient stone tablet to an old woman named Luculazia Zola. Sardinia was too vast, and finding someone was no easy task.

Until—a breeze blew from afar.

"A typhoon? That's pretty strong." Kusanagi Godou gripped his backpack tightly, his expression slightly distorted.

At this moment, in most people's view, the once clear sky suddenly darkened, as if clouds from the heavens were hanging down, gathering a violent storm. An unknown force descended from Torres Port in the form of a tornado, and then rapidly advanced towards the old town of Nuoro.

But in the eyes of the witches, knights, and Saints who remained on the island, it was a tornado with twisted blue lines, a divine incarnation appearing on the ground in the form of a strong wind.

Seiya was incredibly close, as he was currently in the old town of Nuoro. He also saw a young man in a white robe chasing the raging wind.

Chapter 3: My name is Seiya, and I am the Saint who protects Athena.

The storm was so fierce that it had swept inland from the port of Torres and reached the area around the cathedral square where the Thom Church is located.

There are many ancient buildings in Cagliari here, such as the Elephant Tower and the Tower of San Pancrazio, as well as many medieval churches built in the Gothic and Baroque styles. The locations of these historical buildings were all swallowed up by the spiraling storm. The bakery owner next door was still calling for Seiya to come in, but he watched as a white Honda car next to him suddenly started moving, swaying, and then, along with the nearby telephone poles and green belt, arced through the air and disappeared into the tornado.

It felt like hell had returned; the boss lost his balance and felt the world spinning. But the next second, a hand grabbed his wrist, forcibly pulling him back from the gates of hell. At that moment, all things in nature were drawn in by the force, collapsing until they became part of the storm.

The shop owner wanted to thank the young Asian boy, but when he looked back, he found that the boy had already disappeared down the street.

Seiya, from a standstill, suddenly burst forth with terrifying speed, his body rising as if defying gravity, leaping from the ravaged street surface into the air above the buildings. His figure raced across rooftops, watching the storm continue its raging onward, growing ever more violent. He raised his hand—

"Son of man, step back. This is not a battlefield for you to meddle in." From the other end of the Italian square, the white-robed youth, who was also chasing the storm, spoke softly in an aria. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached Seiya's mind.

"No matter who it is, whether it's an evil god or a warrior, this kind of thing cannot be allowed!" Seiya didn't look at him, but responded with his actions.

At this moment, whether it was the white-robed youth, Kusanagi Godou on the edge of the storm, or Erica in the red dress, they were all watching this sacred scene.

Faced with this calamity that was ruthlessly destroying everything in its path, a figure shimmering with silver-white light appeared, a holy warrior rapidly approaching the storm. Just as the two were about to collide, the warrior, radiating white light, drew his hands in strange arcs.

What kind of move is this? Erica couldn't deduce the mysterious origin of her opponent's technique, which was unbelievable for someone from the prestigious Blontrilite magic family who was familiar with all mythologies. There wasn't even a spell incantation, yet the oppressive force of the punches managed to suppress the storm before her.

This is the incarnation of the Storm God! Only a high-level divine incantation and a supreme knight's technique could affect this terrifying being. But—

—The white light emanating from his fists enveloped the avatar of the Storm God, causing the raging torrent that swept across the entire universe to pause. Had it succeeded? Kusanagi Godou could also witness this mythical scene, but the next instant, the terrifying pressure surged once more, and overwhelming waves of energy swept outwards in all directions. As if stimulated, the avatar of the Storm God expanded even further, its domain completely engulfing the Italian square.

“Son of man, I admire your bravery. In the distant past, I might have bestowed upon you the blessing of light, making you my warrior. But now, step back. This wind is my prey, and if you go any further, I will consider you a challenge.” The white-robed youth reappeared without anyone noticing, and this time he was right in front of him.

Seiya steadied himself amidst the turbulent currents, his gaze still fixed on the raging storm in the distance. "If you are a true warrior, you should quickly resolve the immediate trouble instead of worrying about whose prey it is. If you only have the courage to fear having your prey stolen, then you should retreat."

After a brief period of astonishment, hesitation, nostalgia, and finally, joy, the white-robed youth burst into a loud laugh that was completely out of character for his size.

"Very well, that's the spirit! If you didn't possess such courage, you wouldn't be worthy to challenge my incarnation. I am the undefeated victor, victory is always in my hands, this is my essence, I accept your challenge!"

"Damn it." Seiya uttered this ancient Eastern blessing indifferently, and once again sped towards the storm before him.

After his initial probing, he was certain that the storm before him was merely its outward appearance. Deep within the storm lay the core that sustained this calamity. However, to break through this core, he first needed to destroy the swirling storm itself.

This storm possesses extremely strong resistance; it can be cut through if one fully unleashes their cosmos and uses the Holy Sword's Edge. However, after cutting through, one must seize the opening and use the Pegasus Meteor Fist to shatter the core.

Seiya didn't care about the effects of burning his cosmos on his body; he just wished he had a Saint Cloth. Just as he finished formulating his battle plan, a high-pitched chanting reached his ears:

"I am the invincible one, who comes to save, to heal, and to uphold justice. Welcome me with praise, O mighty wind! In the name of heroes and saviors, I command you to cease!"

It was the boy in the white robe, whose speech had a theatrical flair. But the moment his words fell, they truly stopped the raging storm. Seiya's eyes lit up, for at that moment he finally saw the flaw.

The young god looked proudly at the warrior beside him who was trying to challenge his incarnation, "A brave but reckless and brainless warrior, how do you see me... hmm?"

An unprecedented aura emanated from this East Asian warrior as his hands traced the paths of the stars, chanting, "Pegasus—"

"—Meteor Fist!"

He called out that name.

Like a spell, or a key to unlock a door, light burst forth in his hand. In a form surpassing the storm, surpassing sound, it shattered the core of the storm tornado. The twisted blue lines finally exploded at this moment, and the dissipating divine energy and the melting storm ceased.

The incarnation of the disobedient god was defeated, and the calamity temporarily ended.

Whether in the mortal world or the underworld, whether a witch or a god, all eyes were now fixed on him.