Saint Seiya: This Gemini is a bit of a trap.

In short.

Saga is a brother-complex character.

Jia Long is a jerk who ruins his brother's life.

……

The battle is over.

Oni has gone missing.

Saga fell to the ground.

Only Jia Long remained standing on the field.

The young fighters watching the battle were all dumbfounded.

"What am I seeing? Am I seeing things? Saga and Kanon defeated Andromeda?!"

"It's that wicked alternate dimension again. Where will Andromeda be teleported to this time?"

"Saga clearly won, so why is he lying on the ground in pain? Could he have been injured by the shockwave from Andromeda's testicles?"

Unlike the young fighters' disbelief, Albiot's expression was a mix of emotions.

"That idiot, Oni..."

"It seems life on Fairy Island has been too comfortable lately. We definitely need to get Spica to give him a good workout!"

Oni was someone he invited to bully weaker opponents, but he ended up being bullied instead. A dignified Bronze Saint losing to two candidate fighters is a stain on his life!

While inwardly cursing Oni for being so useless, Albio was also somewhat shocked by the fighting performance of Saga and Jalong.

Although it was clear that something fishy was going on in the process.

However, to be able to break through the defenses of a Bronze Saint as a candidate fighter is truly astonishing, and even in the Sanctuary, he can be considered a fighting genius that is only seen once every ten years.

"As expected of the top tier that comes only once every ten years... Those reserves for the adults, the previous two sessions were personally trained by Master Tong Hu, now it's my turn to guide these geniuses, the team is not easy to manage!"

Yarubio glanced at the training field with a headache. Not only was the team difficult to manage, but due to Oni's unexpected injury and departure from the field, the entire training session had to be forced to stop.

He can't very well get involved himself, can he?

As one of the four Holy Protectors of the Sanctuary, it would be incredibly shameful for Albiote to personally bully a group of children. If word got out, the old guys from Altar, Crater, and Lyra would laugh at him.

Or should we continue with dogma?

At this moment, the kind-hearted Mu weakly spoke up:

"Teacher Albio, Lord Oni seems to be seriously injured and has been teleported away by Galon. Do you think we should go and find him so he can get treatment?"

"It's nothing, just a broken ball. With a Saint Seiya's physique, at most you'll walk a little easier afterward. It's not that easy to die."

Despite saying he didn't care, after Mu's reminder, Albiot gave up the idea of ​​continuing to teach, gave the young fighters a temporary break, and left to search for Oni's whereabouts.

Before leaving, he made a point of checking on Milo and Saga.

Milo was fine; he simply fainted from a combination of shame and anger.

It is said that he has had a weak heart since childhood.

Saga, who had just been displaying a ferocious expression and seemed to have a split personality, has now returned to normal, except that the strand of hair that had changed color has turned completely black.

Albiot deduced that Saga possessed a strange power hidden within him.

However, this is not uncommon among fighters.

After all, Shaka, who's supposedly a bit dim-witted, is said to be able to talk to Buddha; Deathmask, who was just kicked out of the top tier, is born with supernatural powers; and even the sleek Aphrodite has a body full of mysterious poisonous blood...

In short, it was no big deal to Albiot, and after giving a few quick instructions, he left the Grand Canyon.

Albiot left.

The little fighters immediately unleashed their true nature, and everyone became more talkative.

Jalong, Saga, and Milo became the focus of attention.

"Kannon, what does it feel like to defeat a Bronze Saint?"

"It's nothing, I just picked up a bargain."

Jia Long kept a low profile.

There was nothing he could do; he was just lucky to get the job, and Saga did all the dirty and hard work.

"Damn it, you guys stole the spotlight first! I'll do the job of picking up the scraps too!"

Aiolia glared at his older brother with resentment, thinking that maybe the two of them could defeat Andromeda.

However, this old-fashioned brother of his is a walking dogma, and he would never do anything like bullying the weak.

Apart from Aiolia, who was a newcomer, the other young warriors were well aware of the difficulty of defeating the Saints.

Therefore, when Saga awoke, they immediately abandoned Jalong and focused their attention on Saga, their greatest contributor.

"Saga, how did you do that? After all, defeating a Saint is a challenge even for a lone hero like me..."

Get your filthy, vile hands off me!

"Saga, why do you look so fierce? It's like you've become a completely different person!"

"Shura, don't touch him anymore. I understand this kind of thing. Based on my extensive knowledge as Camus, I can deduce that this is a physiological and psychological abnormality caused by the life-and-death battle!"

"What physiological and psychological abnormalities? Camus, you know-it-all always likes to talk nonsense."

"Don't believe me? Fine, I really do know everything. In short, I'm better than you, you chopping king who only knows how to chop!"

"Who are you calling someone who only knows how to chop? Believe me or not, I'll chop you to death!"

Just as the young fighters were arguing, the third male protagonist, Milo, woke up.

In an instant, everyone looked at him.

However, the questions asked were completely different from those asked of Jalong and Saga.

"Milo, how embarrassing! Did you get picked?"

"By the way, what do Lord Oni's underwear smell like?"

"Milo, you need to be strong yourself to forge iron. In the end, you're still not strong enough. Stop thinking about women all the time and come with me to be a blacksmith."

"Being a chef is fine too! Chefs deal with all sorts of flavors. You can help me in the kitchen from now on. I, Aldebaran, can't guarantee you can beat Lord Oni, but you definitely won't be so easily nauseated by the smell anymore."

“Milo, look, even Shaka is shaking his head. This means you’re not pure of the six senses. Why don’t you have him shave your head, or just have Shura cut it off for you?”

Even Jia Long, finding it amusing, chimed in, his words full of teasing:

"I've heard there's an Eastern proverb that says, 'If even one thing is unclean, how can you cleanse the world?'"

"You guys..."

Milo had just woken up when he was attacked while he was down. All his shame and anger turned into rage, and he jumped up and chased after the little fighters, stabbing them repeatedly.

"If anyone dares to mention this again, I, Milo, will never forgive them!"

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Chapter 21 Awakening! The Mysteries of the Microcosm

Give it a try and turn your bicycle into a motorcycle.

After a great battle, Jia Long finally obtained the image of a true Saint, thus gaining the possibility of defeating Saga single-handedly.

He was still very excited about this.

However, Jia Long did not show it openly, but returned to the stone house with Milo and Aphrodite as usual.

Milo was very depressed, seemingly suffering from severe psychological trauma and unable to recover.

Aphrodite, on the other hand, kept chuckling to himself, because he wasn't the one who was tragically killed by the clam; otherwise, he would probably be crying.

In short, Jia Long's two roommates are nothing like what a future Gold Saint should be like.

What do the Gold Saints look like?

In his past life, Jia Long thought they were mysterious, noble, aloof, and powerful...

After getting to know him, Jia Long realized he had been overthinking things.

Mystery, nobility, aloofness, and power—that's all an act for the younger generation of the Holy Realm. In reality, he experiences all the joys, sorrows, and anxieties of life.

Indeed, people are all the same; they just have different statuses and different acting skills.

Back to the stone house.

Jia Long ignored Milo and Aphrodite and sat on the bed to study the mirror image of Andromeda.

He really enjoys the feeling of brushing away all by himself.

Be a quiet, handsome man... just like a cheater.

Within dimensional space.

"Come out, Andromeda Oni!"

As the summons was given, Andromeda Oni appeared like a mountain, but Jalon did not rush to meet him in battle.

Oni's mirror image is a bit strange.

Although it was expressionless like the other mirror images, the Oni in front of him was hunched over, as if he was suffering from great pain, and his movements were not very agile.

"He was indeed seriously injured..."

Jia Long nodded in satisfaction. When Oni was illuminated by the Mirror of Time, he was in a state of agony, and was completely restored to the time-space mirror image.

A mirror image of a Saint Seiya who isn't wearing his armor and is severely injured is practically the perfect training material for Jia Long.

"Come on, let's get started!"

Without saying a word, Jia Long unleashed the Heaven-Shattering Fist towards the spot where Oni was crying out in pain. Strike while the iron is hot and kill him. This has always been the only rule for practical fighters. There's no need to pretend to be noble in this dimensional space.

"Boom!"

Nebula-like energy appeared on Oni's body, blocking Jialong's first wave of attacks, but even someone as powerful as Oni couldn't help but tremble in his legs.

Saga's Galaxian Explosion, even when corrupted, is not so easy to catch. Jia Long knows this all too well. Even if Saga's corruption is not complete, the Galaxian Explosion is still the Galaxian Explosion, and it is definitely not something that a mere Bronze Saint can catch with an egg.