"Tomorrow is the official start of that so-called Galactic Tournament. Let's tear apart those who dared defy the Pope before the whole world. We must bring the Gold Cloth back to Sanctuary. And we won't spare a single one of those rebels. Leave it all to the few of us." Babel of the Centaurus Constellation said confidently.
"Great. Though I'm a little unwilling to accept it, Babel's strength really is reassuring. Just wait, Dark Saints. Tomorrow will be your funeral." Dante's eyes were filled with nothing but hatred, and he had long since forgotten the message Dark Dragon had asked him to relay to the Pope.
The arrival of three powerful Silver Saints gave Dante and the other two tremendous courage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the young people standing before you are the mysterious Saints spoken of in legends from around the world. Their fists can tear through the sky, and their feet can shatter the earth." The Galactic Tournament was packed the next day, filled with influential figures from all over the world.
The young host spoke eloquently, describing secrets that seemed like another world to most of them.
Before the Galactic Tournament was held, most young people in this world had never even heard the term Saint Seiya.
Or rather, most young people nowadays were obsessed with science. They judged whether something was real based on whether it could be explained by current technology.
Could the human body really reach such a level? Surpass the speed of sound? Even reach Mach 5, or Mach 10? Wasn't that a joke?
Would that still be human?
It was only after they saw the teenagers onstage, who looked no older than their teens, that they abandoned that thought. Humans really could reach such heights.
And the method that allowed people to reach