Healing

Mr. Mu gave a wry smile. There was nothing he could do now. Since he had come here himself, Yota would never believe he had nothing to do with these Bronze Saints. Besides, he figured his concern for them had already been more or less exposed, so there was no need to hide his stance any longer. He stepped forward a few paces, shielding Ikki, who had been standing at the very front, behind him.

The Lizard Silver Saint was the first to step forward. "Mr. Mu, why have you left your work as a Saint Cloth Repairman to come here? Are you planning to defy Sanctuary's orders as well and protect these criminals?"

As he spoke, the man pointed a finger and blasted a huge crater into the ground before Mr. Mu's feet. He looked utterly arrogant, clearly trying to intimidate Mr. Mu into backing down.

Hm! Gutsy! What would this guy think if he knew Mr. Mu was actually a Gold Saint?

He probably would not be afraid, either. Saint Seiya World was deeply divided, and many Silver Saints did not even know what the Seventh Sense was. They even believed that the only difference between themselves and Gold Saints was their Saint Cloths. Thus, a Gold Saint without a Gold Saint Cloth was nothing to fear for these Silver Saints.

Mr. Mu raised an eyebrow slightly. Fortunately, he was one of the most refined and mild-tempered among all the Gold Saints. If it had been Shura of Capricorn or Aiolia of Leo, hotheads like them, this Lizard Saint would probably have been punched into particles already.

For now, though, Mu knew the Main Five still had trials ahead of them, so he did nothing to their future experience packages. But he did not want to talk to