How to Forge Cloths in the Marvel Universe

Five days later!

Midtown High School.

The physics teacher on the podium was giving a lecture.

Hawk, seated near the window, was writing the names of three things in his notebook.

Orichalcum!

Gamanion!

And Silver Star Sand!

Individually, perhaps no one would recognize these three things. But put them together, and most people would know what they were.

Cloths!

The battle armor of Saint Seiya. Once worn, it allowed a Saint Seiya to connect with his assigned constellation and greatly enhance his combat power.

And to forge a Cloth, these three materials were essential.

The good news was—

Since he was the only person in this universe with Cosmo, he did not actually need to forge one himself. He only needed to find those three materials, and his assigned constellation would refine them on its own and forge a constellation Cloth unique to him.

The bad news was—

Could someone tell him how he was supposed to find things that only existed in the Saint Seiya universe while he was in the Marvel Universe?

Hawk had a headache.

Fortunately, he still had time. After all, he had not yet awakened a single assigned constellation, so he did not urgently need a Cloth.

But...

It was always better to prepare for a rainy day than to patch things up afterward.

Rather than wait until he awakened an assigned constellation to search for these three things, he might as well start preparing now.

So!

Hawk looked at the word "Orichalcum" in his notebook, thought for a moment, and wrote another word beside it.

Vibranium?

As one of the three primary materials for Cloths, Orichalcum came from the alloy of Ancient Greek legend. It was a miraculous alloy capable of resisting ordinary impacts.

As it happened.

Vibranium was also a legendary alloy in the Marvel Universe, and one of the finest alloys at that.

Moreover, Vibranium possessed the ability to resist impacts without limit.

Captain America's shield had been forged from Vibranium.

One of a kind.

Unmatched in the world.

As a metal that existed only in legend, Vibranium could be described as priceless and unavailable.

But...

Hawk knew there was a place in this world with vast amounts of Vibranium. Without exaggeration, its reserves would probably still leave plenty over after he forged forty-eight Bronze Cloths, twenty-four Silver Cloths, and twelve Gold Cloths.

That was right.

He was talking about Wakanda, a country that had entered the twenty-first century yet remained shut off from the world, all while pretending to be on the verge of starvation to scam relief grain from the United Nations.

If Vibranium could truly replace Orichalcum.

Then...

Hawk was determined to get it.

What?

Wakanda would not give it to him?

Heh.

I want Vibranium. What does that have to do with you?

He was not fond of fighting, but if anyone stood in the way of him growing stronger, then it became a conflict over the path.

A conflict over the path...

Until death!

Thinking this, Hawk looked at the words "Silver Star Sand" in his notebook. After pausing for a moment, he wrote "Meteorite" beside them.

Silver Star Sand.

As its name implied, it was sand ground down from stars in the galaxy.

Meteorites were fallen stars to begin with.

As long as he found a meteorite and crushed it with the energy generated when his Cosmo burned, he could obtain Silver Star Sand.

But...

Gamanion.

What was this stuff?

If Orichalcum provided a Cloth with metallic ductility, and Silver Star Sand produced through the burning of Cosmo granted it self-repair capabilities, then Gamanion provided a platform for those two materials to fuse and bestowed a Cloth with living consciousness.

In short.

Orichalcum and Silver Star Sand were not the key to forging a Cloth.

Gamanion was.

Without Gamanion, a Cloth forged solely from Orichalcum and Silver Star Sand would be nothing more than an ordinary dead object. Only a Cloth containing Gamanion was truly battle armor belonging to a Saint Seiya.

But!

Hawk furrowed his brow. After thinking for a while, he wrote "Gamma Rays" beside it and drew a question mark of moderate size.

Judging from its ability to grant a Cloth living consciousness, as well as the "Gamma" in "Gamanion," it undoubtedly resembled Hulk's mother—Gamma Rays.

Hulk had been born after Bruce Banner was exposed to Gamma Rays.

From the perspective of life, Gamma Rays were Hulk's mother.

Of course.

If Bruce Banner had been a woman, then Gamma Rays could also have been Hulk's father.

In any case, even if Gamma Rays were not Gamanion, they definitely had some kind of connection to it—perhaps even a crucial one.

Hawk closed his eyes, his pen tip unconsciously tapping against the notebook as he thought seriously.

Just then.

He felt someone nudge him.

Hawk opened his eyes and looked at Gwen, who had nudged him with her elbow.

"Mr. Anderson called on you."

"..."

Hearing that, Hawk froze for a moment and looked up at the podium.

Mr. Anderson, whose hair was somewhat gray, looked at Hawk and smiled. "Hawk, answer this question."

Well, he had been caught daydreaming by the teacher.

But...

After standing from his seat, Hawk only thought for a moment before perfectly answering Mr. Anderson's question.

This time, it was Mr. Anderson's turn to be stunned.

However, Hawk's answer was indeed correct, so Mr. Anderson merely gave him a look that said, "You got lucky this time," before telling him to sit down.

Hawk thanked him and sat back down.

Just as he was about to continue considering the possible connections between Gamanion and Gamma Rays, a note was pushed over from beside him.

Hawk looked at what was written on it.

The first thing he saw was—

"Has the hearing for your petition for emancipation been scheduled?"

"...It has. This afternoon."

Hawk thought for a moment, wrote his answer beneath the neat handwriting on the note, then pushed it back.

His apartment had been violently demolished by aliens, and his new welfare apartment still had not been arranged.

But Hawk felt he probably would not live to see that new welfare apartment.

New York City's administrative efficiency was notoriously slow, and he was hardly the only orphan who had lost a welfare apartment. Hawk figured that by the time it was his turn, it would probably be next year.

And next year, he would turn eighteen.

So...

Over the past few days, Hawk had been looking for an apartment with relatively cheap rent.

After all, he could not live like a refugee, crammed into a hangar full of people and all kinds of smells. Every now and then, he would also have to worry whether those people who had lost their homes and received nothing from insurance would do something extreme.

Since he would have to move next year anyway, he might as well move out now.

But because he was under eighteen, legally speaking, he was neither qualified to rent a place nor would anyone rent one to him.

That was why Hawk had been taking afternoons off these past few days to go to the family court in Queens and handle his application for early emancipation.

And because he had been taking afternoons off lately, Gwen knew why he was requesting leave.

It was not because Hawk had told her himself.

He was not that bored.

In short.

Hawk was a student.

Gwen, meanwhile, was a student assistant.

And she was even a student assistant in the same grade as Hawk.