[Saint Seiya] from the Aegean Sea

The flowering season is over, the remaining love is over, until the sky is old, just like the song of expecting Xinzhe, those who wait will grow old forever.Pure name, no one is youthful, but it is true that in the mottled and delicate life, we gradually see that our love is getting old, maybe we no longer have the ability to love, and there is no such inexplicable impulse and sentimentality, and some are just that kind of love. An indescribable peace and tranquility.

"When are we going to Japan?" Followed Mesti on the ancient stairs, Flor asked curiously.Everything in the sanctuary is full of vicissitudes of life, which makes people unable to take their eyes off...

"Before going to Japan, let's find someone first." Seeing Flor staring at him curiously, he continued, "Look, she's right there!"

Following the direction Mesti pointed, Flor said worriedly, "Magic Bell?" That Seiya's teacher? "I'm afraid it can't go on like this!" Saga's blackening is getting worse and worse, and the methods are more bloody than before... It won't work if it goes on like this! ! !

"What is there to worry about? See if there are still heroes to save the beauty?" Mesti replied in an arrogant voice. To be honest, there is still a bit of Aphrodite's shadow.

"Are you really going to take her to Japan? To be honest, the Pope's method is really..." It's terrible! ! !I can't stand it sometimes...

Glancing faintly at Flor, Mesti said slowly with his gorgeous voice, "Flor, the Pope's thoughts are not something we can fathom. So..." Regardless of your relationship with the Pope It's unbelievable, but remember, you and the Pope will always be in a superior-subordinate relationship! ! !There is no doubt about this! ! !

Just when Mesti was thinking, Flor walked up to the magic bell and healed her with his own small universe. "Aiolia, you go back first!" Seeing Aiolia leave obediently, watching Mesti get the latter's nod before continuing, "Come to Japan with us! Magic Bell!" said without rejection After that, he returned to Mesti with proud steps and continued: "We will be waiting for you tomorrow at the fighting arena!"

====================================== God's perspective ============ ========================

Provence has a sea of ​​lavender flowers, with dark fragrance and sleeves; Kilimanjaro has snow, standing between the sky and the earth; and the Aegean Sea is affectionate, with strong friendship in the wind...

This is the birthplace of European civilization, and here is the hometown of the gods - Greece.The most beautiful place in Greece is the Aegean Sea...More than 1000 islands are scattered in the Aegean Sea like a string of bright gems, footprints of ancient civilizations...

Looking from the cliff, you can see the endless blue silk satin of the Aegean walruses, the white lace drawn by the passing boats, and the white houses on the distant islands, like the snow that has not melted for a thousand years, forming a magnificent scene. of pictures.Look at the ancient ruins displayed in the store, imagine the civilization that sank into the bottom of the sea, or watch the wonderful sunset performed by the sky and the sea.When the thick purple sunset covered the white houses with a veil, and the blue sea became dark, the lights lit by each house were transmitted, like candlelight and starlight in the night sky. santorini will spread its gorgeous wings and take you to a dream world.The world sleeping deep in the bottom of the sea, the unchanging scenery for thousands of years, everything that leaves with the long-voyage ship and returns with the breeze, wakes up the ancient elves in the afternoon sun... This is the Aegean Sea, ( Baidu you understand...) The eternal Aegean Sea...

Following the footsteps of the sun and avoiding everyone, Flor came to the shore of the Aegean Sea alone, the place where her father and mother lived, that warm hut, where her heart now belongs... But there was one person there that made her miss her. thought of people...

"Shaka, why are you here?!" Flor covered his mouth, looking at the blond magic stick sitting in the room in surprise. "Father, this..." Looking at my father again, he chatted...chatting...with that blond magic stick...

"Ashmita, you scared my daughter!" Al walked out of the kitchen slowly with dessert and tea set with a cold face.Looking at her precious daughter with a smiling face, "Flore, mother dear baby~ why are you here?"

"Mom, what the hell is jihad? Why..." Why send us to sanctuary?

Put down the things in your hands, sit down next to Kaludia and point your fingers, and said innocently, "Actually, Ashmita has already asked this question."

Ashmita...Ashmita...wait...which Ashmita? ! "Mom can't be that Ashmita!" Flor asked twitching while pressing her throbbing veins, "Is that the first saint who comprehended the eighth sense in the holy war in 1743?! That's the one The aspirant who closed his vision in order to find an answer?! That Uncle Minos, who complained about destroying the only green tree in the underworld, Ashmita who broke the legend of the underworld fighter?!!!" Flo In the end, he threw himself directly in front of Artemis and roared.

"Yes baby." Artemis immediately appeased her darling.Are you really so surprised? "Ashmita is the reincarnation of the Eastern Buddha. As far as I know, every generation of Virgos seems to be the same person..." He sneaked a glance at Ashmita, who was pretending to be a magic stick. "You are really calm! Ashmita!"

"What's there to worry about?" Ashmita, who was wearing Shaka skin, slowly opened his blue eyes, "There are three young masters of the underworld sitting in the sanctuary, so why should I worry about it?"

"That's easy to say... Uncle won't let Athena go so easily..."

"By the way, what exactly is Mother Jihad?"

"Actually, the jihad should have ended 200 years ago, but..."

"But what?" Flor looked at his mother curiously.The latter just shook his head and didn't answer.The only thing Flor knew was that this jihad was, to put it bluntly,...a game between the gods.Although I don't know how the previous jihad was, but this time the jihad is definitely not as intense as before...

"Then..." Flor turned to look at his mother in confusion, "Should I call him uncle..."

"..." Ashmita.

"..." Artemis.

"..." Kaludia.