"There was only one way to gain a Cloth's recognition."
Russell pointed overhead. "Each of the thirteen Golden Cloths has its own likes and dislikes, and those feelings are very strong. So if you want to become a Saint Seiya, challenging them won't work. Their choice is what matters."
If they said you could, then you could; if they said you couldn't, then you couldn't, even if you could.
The saying was a little harsh, but that was roughly what it meant. Everyone had a chance to become a Saint Seiya. Whether they succeeded depended on whether a Cloth was willing to choose them.
"Then why did Perseus and Delmor have to undergo challenges?"
Zoe asked instinctively. According to Russell, whoever a Cloth chose would become a Saint Seiya, while those it disliked would be ignored. There should not have been any such thing as a challenge.
"Perseus is my younger brother, and I personally forged the Golden Cloths. If he could become a Saint Seiya just because he wanted to, what would everyone else think? Where would the Sanctuary's fairness and justice be?"
Russell said sternly, "Therefore, if Perseus wants to become a Saint Seiya, he must work ten times harder than everyone else."
A'e: ┑(￣Д￣)┍
Give it a rest. You just thought Perseus spoke without thinking and constantly exposed your embarrassing secrets, so you didn't want to keep him in the Sanctuary.
After finishing her silent jab, A'e found herself wondering: Russell would not let anyone mock him, not even his own younger brother, yet he was incredibly enthusiastic about mocking himself. What kind of fetish was that?
"What about Delmor? He isn't related to you at all..."
Vibius spoke in confusion, then understood halfway through. "Ah, I get it! Delmor and Perseus are both sons of the