"Sanctuary?" Hearing Senju Hashirama's words, Shin snapped back to his senses.
Shin stared at the Gold Cloth, lost in thought as he weighed the pros and cons.
In this world, the only person who understood most people and factions was probably him, a transmigrator.
Of course, he did not know everyone. At the very least, he had no idea where that bald guy named Saitama had come from. The man was absurdly strong, and thinking about it made his teeth ache.
But when it came to Sanctuary, Shin knew quite a bit. The world of Saint Seiya was one of his childhood memories. Though many details had become blurry, he still had a general grasp of the Gold Saints' strength—especially after Madara had fought three Gold Saints, and Shin himself had personally killed Deathmask not long ago.
To be honest, if they truly came to blows, Shin did not think his side would fear Sanctuary. But unless necessary, he had no desire to fight them to the bitter end.
Even among the Gold Saints, there were enormous gaps in strength. Take Deathmask, whom Madara had killed—he was basically at the bottom of the pack.
In the original Underworld arc, he and Aphrodite had served as the vanguard in storming the Twelve Temples, only to be instantly killed by Mu of Aries. The two former Gold Saints had not even lasted a single move without Mu getting serious. It was clear just how much water there was in the claim that all Gold Saints were evenly matched.
Not to mention that Mu was not actually the strongest Gold Saint. There was Shaka, said to be the reincarnation of Shakyamuni, and Saga, currently posing as the Pope and known as the incarnation of a god. Just how strong they were remained unknown.