In the east, a faint glimmer of light was already visible. Dawn was about to arrive.
On a grassland somewhere on Japan's Honshu Island, a one-eyed woman in camouflage stood silently with her legs apart, straight as a marker post. Her hands hung naturally at her sides, close enough to the holsters on her thighs to draw at any moment. Though she had only one eye, it shone as brightly as the morning star in the darkness before dawn.
Suddenly, a golden streak descended onto the grassland like a meteor crossing the sky. Yet it landed without the thunderous force of a true meteor, utterly soundless. Fake Seiya, known as "the man closest to the real Seiya," wore a brilliant golden Sagittarius Gold Cloth whose radiance instantly eclipsed the stars overhead!
The two faced each other from barely twenty meters apart. Neither spoke. They had no need for words; the only connection between them now was the thought of "killing the other."
Though the grassland had previously been quiet, cool gusts of wind had still swept through it now and then. But now, it was so silent that not even the faintest breeze stirred.
Without any warning, Xin Jingxuan moved. Others could choose to run, but she alone could not. The reason was simple: she could not escape. So she could only fight! Without any visible movement, the black and white pistols strapped to the outside of her thighs vanished from their holsters and appeared in her hands. Her hands spun, forming a black semicircle to her left and a white semicircle to her right. The black and white halves merged into a circle, resembling a taiji diagram.
Then Xin Jingxuan charged at Fake Seiya. As she moved, phantom figures peeled away from her body one after another, as though