Time flowed like water, and life passed like a shuttle. Three years vanished in the blink of an eye.
The day Seiya and Xiaoqiang and others would return drew ever closer. Meanwhile, they were each about to complete a Saint Seiya's final training under their respective masters: the Cloth contest.
Today was the day Bronze Saints from all over competed for their Cloths. On this day, another person arrived before Saga, who was dressed in the Pope Garment within the Pope Palace of Sanctuary.
"Deathmask. I'll leave this matter to you. Make sure you get rid of that old fool who refuses to obey my orders." Saga's voice was extremely hoarse and deep. No one could make out his expression in the shadows.
Though it was daytime, the Pope Palace remained dimly lit.
That was only natural. Afraid that his identity might be exposed, Saga had drawn every curtain in the Pope Palace to prevent others from spying on him.
Deathmask, standing before Saga, was one of only two Gold Saints who knew Saga's true identity. "Rest assured, Your Majesty. I've wanted to do this for a long time. I'll offer that old fool's head as proof of my loyalty to you." Kneeling on one knee before Saga, Deathmask looked up at him with a wicked grin and spoke slowly.
"Then I'll await your good news." Saga
"The Pegasus Cloth is mine. Cassios, I told you already—until you master Cosmo, you'll never be my opponent." Wearing his ever-present red tank top, Seiya kicked the muscle-bound Cassios, who was three times his size, to the ground in the arena.
"Once I put on the Pegasus Cloth, even your master Shaina won't be my match."
"Damn it, Seiya! Cassios! Get up and teach this brat a proper lesson!" Seiya's confidence was