Golden beaches, blue skies, and the endless stretch of the sea—this had always been one of the most beloved vacation destinations. Countless young men and women, dressed in various swimsuits, proudly showed off their figures as youthful hormones surged in the air.
It was supposed to be such a beautiful day, but…
"Huh? The sky's getting dark?"
"What a mood-killer. I was just about to have a wonderful time with Alice."
"Come on, really? Didn't you see the look of disdain she gave you?"
"You're just jealous!"
"As if…"
"Look! What's that?"
Regret turned into shock as everyone on the beach focused their eyes on the ocean. The once-flat sea began to wrinkle, rising higher and coming closer.
"Wow! That's one massive wave—surfers are gonna love this!"
…
…
"Hurry, film it! I've got new material for my Facebook!"
"Huh? Wait a second… Why's it still rising? It's not stopping?!"
"Ahhh! Run! It's a tsunami!"
Someone finally realized it wasn't some natural wonder—it was a disaster.
The first scream sparked chaos. The entire beach descended into panic, people pushing and shoving to escape, though everyone knew full well their legs couldn't outrun a tsunami.
But in that moment, they could no longer think. One word consumed their minds: "Run."
…
"Commander! Massive tsunamis are appearing all along the coast!"
Inside the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, someone urgently reported to Fury.
"Damn it! Are the meteorology and disaster prediction departments full of idiots?! Get the evacuation alerts out now!"
"They're already out, but sir, it's too late!"
"Goddamn bastards!" Fury glared at the screens in front of him, each broadcasting footage of the devastated areas.
"Commander! There's something unusual!"
"Speak!"
"…You'd better see for yourself."
The agent couldn't find the words to describe what he was seeing, so he decided to enlarge the footage on the screen.
"That is—!" Fury's pupils contracted as he stared at the image.
…
On the coast of Hawaii, while others fled in panic, Camus, clad in the Aquarius Gold Cloth, calmly walked toward the tsunami. Onlookers cursed him as a madman, some even stopping in their tracks, curious to see what he was about to do.
Camus ignored the chatter and stares. After helping a few people who had fallen, he reached the shoreline, stepped onto the sea, and formed a layer of ice beneath his feet, walking atop the water.
"Dawn Goddess…"
He brought his fists together and raised them high above his head.
The temperature around Camus plummeted. In the scorching summer heat, the air around him condensed into snowflakes.
"…Blessing!"
With a powerful shout, he swung his arms down. A frigid east wind surged forward, sweeping over the towering tsunami. Its destructive force vanished, replaced by an enormous wall of ice rising from the sea. Sunlight streaming through gaps in the clouds made it shimmer with radiant beauty.
Task complete, Camus didn't linger. He turned into a beam of golden light and vanished into the sky.
Cheers erupted across the beach.
"Oh my god! Who was that!?"
"A superhero! That was a superhero!"
"We were saved by a superhero!"
"Thank heavens, I thought we were done for!"
…
"Sacred Sword Slash."
Facing the massive tsunami, Shura formed a blade with his fingers and swung horizontally.
A golden flash sliced through the wave like a sword through a mountain. The tsunami split in two and returned to the sea. The remaining force turned into gentle waves lapping at Shura's legs.
"Mission complete," Shura murmured, preparing to return to Sanctuary. But a voice from behind stopped him.
"P-please wait!"
He turned and saw the people he had just protected staring at him with admiration. A brave young girl stepped forward.
"Do you need something?" Shura asked coldly.
Frightened by his tone and expression, the girl still managed to gather her courage. "T-thank you for saving us!"
"I was just doing my duty."
"C-could you… tell me your name?" she asked shyly, blushing and looking down.
"…Shura."
With that, he vanished in a golden flash.
"Shura… I… I'll find you someday!" the girl whispered determinedly as she looked toward the sky.
…
In a small coastal village on the West Coast, the villagers hid inside, trembling and praying for God to save them.
But as the shadow outside the window grew darker, a deep despair crept over their hearts.
"Oh Lord, please save your faithful…"
"Your devoted followers call upon You…"
…
"God… God is a lie!"
While everyone believed their faith wasn't strong enough and they were being punished by God, one boy shouted out what they saw as heresy.
"Shut up! Jabu! Pray with us!"
"This is divine punishment!"
"We should never have taken you in! You heretic!"
"We're doomed… It's all over…"
Jabu continued to stare stubbornly at the oncoming tsunami. He didn't pray. He simply faced death head-on.
He was just an orphan, taken in by a kind-hearted man who brought him to the village. He thought his life had changed, but the man died only a year later from illness.
The villagers, all devout followers of God, rejected anything outside of their faith—technology, medicine, even entertainment were deemed heresy. His adoptive father died because the village had no doctor.
No matter what happened, the villagers only knew how to pray. Pathetically, they begged a God who never answered.
Yet they still believed it was due to their lack of faith.
Jabu hated them. Hated God. Hated the world.
So when death approached, he didn't flinch. Perhaps this was a kind of release. His adoptive father had once told him that even in death, one should face it with courage.
At that moment, a beam of golden light landed between the village and the tsunami. A towering figure, clad in golden armor with a horned helmet, stood with arms crossed, unshaken before the wave.
"Great Horn!"
Without even moving, his shout summoned a golden bull that charged forth, its sharp horns shattering the tsunami's watery wall and returning it to the sea.
"It's a miracle! God has answered!"
"A divine messenger!"
The villagers dropped to their knees, worshipping Aldebaran.
Jabu stood out among the kneeling crowd, staring blankly at the massive figure, beginning to doubt himself.
"Could it be… God really exists? But then why, back then…"
His fists clenched tightly, even breaking the skin of his lips.
Aldebaran turned to face the villagers.
"I'm not a messenger of Jehovah. My name is Aldebaran, the Taurus Gold Saint from Sanctuary," he said.
He didn't want to be mistaken. For ordinary people, it was nothing. But he was a Saint—a warrior of a god. If others misunderstood who his master was, that would be a grave sin.
"You're not God's messenger?" the village chief looked up in confusion.
"No. Jehovah is not worthy to be my master," Aldebaran said proudly.
"I knew I was right!" Jabu shouted joyfully, finally vindicated in his beliefs.
He ran up to Aldebaran and knelt before him. "Master, please take me as your disciple!"
"Huh?" Aldebaran was stunned. He was over fifty, and this was the first time something like this had happened. He didn't know how to respond.
"I don't take disciples."
"Master, please! I want to become strong like you!" Jabu begged, refusing to get up unless Aldebaran agreed.
"You're a handful." Aldebaran scratched his head.
"Master…"
"I told you not to call me that. If you really want to, go to Sanctuary. I've got other duties—I'm leaving."
"Master!"
Jabu didn't get the chance to stop him. Aldebaran was already gone, but now Jabu had hope.
"Sanctuary… I will find it!"
He took one last look at the shattered faith in the villagers' eyes and the small village where he'd lived for years. Then he silently returned to his little hut and began packing.
…
After stopping the tsunamis, Camus and the others returned to Sanctuary. Instead of heading to the Pope's Hall, they went straight to the mountain temple.
"My lord, the mission is complete."
Melin stood before the statue, with Shion, Alex, and the remaining Gold Saints standing on either side.
"Well done."
"My lord, there was no sign of Poseidon's army. Only tsunamis," Camus reported.
"Looks like Poseidon's saying hello," Melin sneered. "Just awakened and already causing trouble—typical."
"My lord, what are your orders?" Shion asked.
"Milo, Deathmask."
"Yes."
"Head to Lushan immediately to assist Dohko. The seal on Hades's army must not be compromised."
"Yes!"
"Aphrodite."
"Yes."
"Take five Silver Saints and ten Bronze Saints to New York. Guard Athena. If anyone dares to lay a hand on her—kill them."
"Yes!"
"Everyone else, follow me…"
Melin stopped mid-sentence. Everyone turned to look into the distance, their eyes filled with burning rage.
"Shura, Camus, Saga, Kanon, Aiolos, Aiolia!"
"Yes!"
"Come with me… We're bringing them home."
"Yes."
Their response carried fury—and sorrow.
Because just now, the cosmos of several Saints… had vanished.