Chaos God

Chapter 51

Sisyphus said that he missed the little sister who gave her a small stone and could sit under the tree and play quietly for an afternoon. Now he only needs to take her to the training ground, and she will automatically die within 10 minutes. It will become the focus of attention of all female saints and saint candidates in the audience.

Then he would find that his little sister disappeared in the blink of an eye—everyone was hugging and passing around—if he lost his little sister, he would definitely be beaten up all over his head by Teacher Aiolus!

Sisyphus, who was anxious and sweating profusely, could always find his sleepy little sister in his brother's Lion Palace. At this time, he would always breathe a sigh of relief—he didn't have to be beaten all over the head by Teacher Aiolos bag!

When Atalanta grew up, four or five years old to be exact, Aiolus called her to him, "Atalanta, tell the teacher that you are willing to stay and receive training as a saint, Or do you want to leave the sanctuary and live as an ordinary person?" The little Atalanta raised her head, looked at the elders who raised her, stared at him with clear eyes, and said, "I want to be a saint."

Aiolus reached out and rubbed her little head, and since then there has been a figure wearing a mask on the training ground in the sanctuary. The material of the mask of the female saint is very strange, it is said to be metal, but it does not feel stuffy when worn on the face It feels that there are no openings in the eyes and nostrils, but it does not affect their breathing or vision at all. Sometimes Atalanta always feels that the mask on her face is alive.

As soon as it is put on the face, it seems to be spiritually integrated with one's own face and fit on one's own face-it can be taken off, and there is no need to worry about it falling off during training or fighting.

There are few female saints, and there are not many candidates. Atalanta received the same intensity of training as those boys in the sanctuary. Her senior Parril said to her: "Masks are for female saints. Pride, wearing it means giving up your identity as a woman, and you can no longer pretend to be a girl and hope that training will treat you better—I think we can do better than those men.” She wore a mask The voice was a bit stern, "Atalanta, if the mask of a female saint is taken off and seen by a man, it is a more shameful thing than being seen naked| naked by a man - such a thing as pride being knocked to the ground , how can it be tolerated?"

Sitting on a stone bench in a small area reserved for female saint fighter candidates to rest, the little Atalanta nodded vigorously, "But Parril, is the mask really that important? I mean …What if you don’t want to wear it all the time? After all, it’s really not very comfortable.”

"Are you kidding me, Atalanta?" Pella, who had already obtained the Silver Saint Cloth of the Lizard Constellation, couldn't help bursting out laughing, and said in front of Parril, "Although I don't know how to answer, but in You must wear it in front of others," she reached out and touched the mask on her face, "the mask is a symbol of our identity, if you don't want to wear a mask, don't be a saint, it's such a simple thing."

"but……"

"No but, Atalanta." Paryl, who is the Silver Saint of Aquila, said, "If you can't even bear the glory of the mask, what else can such a female saint bear? Mask is a bondage? Just kidding, it's the glory of everything we've been through—and it prevents disfigurement during training fights." Her last sentence was slightly playful.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you take it off in front of someone you like or trust." Pera's words had a hint of a smile, "Even if you don't see your face, you have to marry that person or kill that person." It's okay when things go wrong—who's watching all the time?"

"Pella, don't spoil Atalanta!" Paryl shouted dissatisfiedly. In exchange, the lively Pella took off the mask, stuck out her tongue at her and put it on again, "Don't be so rigid, Parrill." , "As he spoke, he shot like lightning, Parril raised his hand and slapped her in the face, and then punched Pella's abdomen with his right fist. Pella reacted quickly and used his palm Embracing that punch, "97 punches per second." The palm that was still gripped by Parril suddenly pressed down like a claw, and then withdrew, grabbing Parril's mask in his hand, and the latter Frightened, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face.

But Atalanta still saw Paryl's face at that moment, that pale face with a hideous scar extending from the forehead to the lip, it should have been beautiful, but because of the scar The existence made it seem particularly frightening, "Paril, you..." Pera was also stunned.

"A living example of training without a mask—the lesson of blood." She shrugged her shoulders indifferently, and stretched out her hand, "Give it back to me?" Pera shrank her neck and honestly handed over the mask, Parry He took it and slapped it on his face, "Atalanta, go back to the arena after the rest, after all your teacher is Lord Aiolos."

"En." Atalanta nodded, then lowered her head and said nothing, "What's wrong?" Pera sat beside her and hugged the little guy into her arms, "What's on your mind?"

"No, it's nothing, I can solve it myself." She raised her head and smiled through the mask, jumped off the stone bench and said, "Senior, I'm going back." Then she ran towards the training ground.

When passing by the fountain next to the training ground, she reached out and took a handful of water to wash her hands. The only bad thing about the mask is that the sweat will accumulate in it after training, making her skin a little uncomfortable. Before she officially put it on When she was wearing the mask of the candidate student, Aiolus began to teach her intermittently about the small universe training and human meridians—she could accept these theoretical knowledge, but it was only when she officially started training that she realized that this kind of thing was simply a fantasy .

—Don't talk about cultivating the small universe, she doesn't even know how the small universe should feel.

The young Atalanta was troubled by this, even though her training was never easier or even more rigorous than the other candidates, she just couldn't feel Sisyphus, Aeolus, and Ilias. The small universe that once told her.

The microcosm is the inner power in the human body. In other words, it is the power of life. All creatures have the microcosm, and all people can awaken the microcosm——Aiolus told her so.

As for Sisyphus, when she asked him, this guy replied: "You can feel it when you close your eyes."—His power seemed so simple and easy, but Atalanta knew his power Hands, young Sisyphus who was only ten years old, the calluses on his hands were so thick that even bowstrings could not be cut.

For them, they couldn't guide themselves to feel the small universe. Atalanta felt very distressed. She could accept all theoretical knowledge, but in practice it was more difficult than rock climbing for people who lost their legs.

She always thinks: How is it possible, how can human power compare to the speed of light?Time will stop or flow backwards at the speed of light. What will happen if I reach the speed of light?

Ever since she put on the mask, the memory of her previous life gradually revived in her mind, and some knowledge of her previous life appeared intermittently in her mind. On the one hand, it belongs to her own common sense of ordinary people. For her, these are two completely different tones, which almost drive her crazy.

Even though she understood that it was common sense that constrained her potential and made her subconsciously think that she couldn't do it, she still couldn't get rid of this subconscious influence.

Because of the high-intensity training, the physical strength of Saints is often dozens or even hundreds of times that of ordinary people, and these trainings are for them to comprehend the small universe in the future. Even in such high-intensity, they are almost on the verge of life and death There are very few people who can awaken the small universe in the training of rolling and climbing.

"Come on, Atalanta, there are 130 and five more!" At midnight, Aiolus prepared a wooden stick for the two children to hold on to the wooden stick and do pull-ups above the cliff - drawing a bow and archery requires strength, Ah Both Tarrant and Sisyphus were trained as Sagittarius alternates, which is essential.

"There's still time, aha, mind me, mind yourself, huh..." It's not as good as Sisyphus who still has time to cheer for himself, Atalanta is young on the one hand, and on the other hand She didn't have enough physical strength, so she gritted her teeth and forced herself to complete the next training - Aiolus said that even if she fell, he wouldn't pull her.

The master's eyes are so serious, Atalanta understands that he is not joking - no matter what, the master must not be disappointed - the little Atalanta thinks like this - well, master, you are so heartless...

Aiolus's words made Atalanta feel very uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything - she should be prepared to accept any consequences caused by this choice, that's all.

But...it really didn't work, really...by the time she reached the [-]th time, her fingers could hardly hold the wooden stick, and the sweat gathered inside the mask, and then flowed down her neck, and then Suddenly her fingertips were empty, and the feeling of weightlessness made her almost spit out the acid in her stomach, "Atalanta!" Sisyphus yelled, stretching out a hand to catch the falling girl but found nothing. up.

Aiolus's eyes widened, he grabbed Sisyphus suddenly, lifted him up and threw him aside, then he threw himself down, and followed Atalanta to the bottom of the cliff, "Master! Atalanta!" Sisyphus shouted loudly while kneeling on the edge of the cliff.

……

When falling, Atalanta couldn't help thinking that his brain would definitely burst after falling, but... did he die like this?Are you willing?Can you just die like this?No, I don't want to.

You can't die here, so don't die here, Parril, Pera, Sisyphus, Ilyas, and Teacher Aiolus, and the maids and sisters... don't just leave them to die like this... …

The strong will to survive made her force herself to open her eyes, and the golden light shrouded her side like a greeting from heaven and earth at that moment. It was not dazzling or violent, but it showed a determination to survive in life.

She was ready for a head-to-head confrontation with the earth, but her body was embraced by a rapidly descending figure, "Teacher?" Atalanta murmured, and she saw Aiolus with a face full of anxiety. He smiled reassuringly, and then he relaxed, and lost consciousness in an instant when his eyes darkened.

Is this feeling a small universe?

Such surging power was like a volcano about to erupt in his body.

Sisyphus watched Aiolus teleport back to the cliff, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Master! Where's Atalanta!" The latter smiled and lifted the cloak he was holding, revealing the fainted little girl, "It seems At that moment, there was a tendency to comprehend the small universe, but it was too dangerous."

"Such dangerous training is not the master's idea." Sisyphus said in a low voice, as if with a taste of blame, Aiolus shook his head and reached out to rub Sisyphus's head, but he turned away Turning his head, still angry and unwilling to pay attention, Aiolus said nothing, "Sisyphus, you carry Atalanta on your back. Let's go back to Sagittarius Palace." After saying that, he handed the child in his arms to It was given to Sisyphus, who carefully carried it on his back.

"Sisyphus, Atalanta is also a candidate for the Saint Seiya now." Aiolus couldn't help but say this.

"I know, teacher." The ten-year-old Sisyphus nodded, and then added, "It's just that even if she is a candidate for a saint, she is still my little sister."

Aiolus didn't say anything anymore, just shook his head with a smile, and walked slowly in front of the two cuddling children, his cloak rattling in the night wind.

The author has something to say: How could it be so easy to awaken the small universe--girl, you still have some training, let's talk about it first by punching the speed of light fist!akimbo smile

PS: Yuna in the resistance, I said that this girl is quite likable, but... I really can't stand her reason for not wearing a mask... Well, there has never been a female saint who took this kind of thing seriously... Look at Rang Ye, look at Sarna...

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