The Strength of a Brand-New Saint Cloth

"What are you supposed to be?" Deathmask stroked his Gold Saint Cloth and glared at Yota through gritted teeth.

Looking at the Gold Saint Cloth covered in cracks, Deathmask felt like crying without tears.

"Me? I suppose I count as a Saint Cloth Repairman now," Yota said with a laugh.

He really was a Saint Cloth Repairman. Without even a Cosmo, Yota naturally could not be considered a Saint.

"Are you mocking me?" Deathmask, having put his Gold Saint Cloth back on, spoke angrily. Being immune to his Sekishiki Meikai Ha required at least a Seventh Sense Cosmo—the privilege of a Gold Saint.

"Enough talk. Just tell me whether you're willing or not!" Yota sneered. "If you lose, then obediently follow Athena's orders. How about it?"

As he spoke, the Saint Cloth he had made himself appeared over his body.

The three Gold Saints exchanged glances. They could not defeat a god, but were they supposed to lose even to an ordinary human?

Although Yota's Saint Cloth had fairly extensive coverage and they could not tell what constellation it belonged to, the three could still sense that it was merely a Silver Saint Cloth.

Even among Saints of the same Seventh Sense, wearing Silver and wearing Gold provided entirely different enhancements to one's Cosmo. On top of that, it was three against one. The three of them did not think they would lose again this time.

"Fine, let me see what you're capable of!" Shura immediately agreed. As the strongest of the trio, he was also the one who truly made the decisions.

At that moment, the newly awakened Silver and Bronze Saints both retreated slightly, clearing a battleground for them.

The Saints often watched Yota fight Saori Kido. Seeing Yota step in, they naturally moved a little farther away