The storm was incredibly fierce. Advancing inland from Porto Torres, it had already swept through the area around the Duomo, the Cathedral Square.
Many of Cagliari's ancient structures were located here, such as the Elephant Tower, the Tower of San Pancrazio, and others... along with numerous medieval churches built in Gothic and Baroque styles. All these historic buildings were being devoured by the spiraling tempest. The bakery owner next door was still shouting for Seiya to come inside, but Seiya watched as a white Honda car nearby suddenly started to move. With a violent shake, it, along with the adjacent utility pole and greenbelt, arced through the air and disappeared into the tornado.
It was like a scene from hell. The owner, losing his footing, felt the world spin. But in the next second, a hand gripped his wrist, forcibly yanking him back from the brink. At that moment, everything in existence was being pulled in by the immense force, collapsing, until it became part of the storm.
The owner wanted to thank the young Asian boy, but when he looked again, the boy's figure had already vanished from the street.
From a standstill, Seiya erupted with terrifying speed. His body ascended as if freed from gravity, leaping from the devastated street to the airspace above the buildings. His figure raced across rooftops, watching the storm continue its rampage, growing even more violent. He raised his hand—
"Son of Man, withdraw. This is not a battlefield you can interfere in." From the other end of Piazza d'Italia, the white-robed youth, who was also chasing the storm, spoke softly, his voice like an aria. It wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached Seiya's mind.
"No matter who it is, whether an evil god or a warrior, this cannot be allowed!" Seiya didn't look at him, merely responding with his actions.
At this moment, the white-robed youth, Kusanagi Godou at the edge of the storm, and the red-skirted Erica were all witnessing a sacred scene.
Facing this calamity that brutally destroyed everything in its path, a figure bathed in flowing silver-white radiance appeared. The holy warrior rapidly closed in on the storm. Just as they were about to collide, the warrior, glowing with white light, moved his hands in a peculiar arc.
What kind of technique is this? Erica couldn't analyze the origin of his mysterious power from his movements. For her, a scion of the renowned Blandelli family in the world of magecraft and familiar with all mythologies, this was simply incredible. There wasn't even an incantation, yet the oppressive force of his fists was restraining the storm before them.
This was the incarnation of a Storm God! Without High Divine Words or the techniques of a highest-ranking knight, it should be impossible to affect such a terrifying entity, but—
—The white radiance emanating from his fists enveloped the Storm God's incarnation, and the torrent that swept through all creation paused for an instant. Did it work? Kusanagi Godou could also see this mythological scene. But in the next moment, the terrifying pressure surged again, and a cataclysmic wave of air swept out in all directions. As if provoked, the Storm God's incarnation swelled further, its domain expanding to completely swallow Piazza d'Italia.
"Son of Man, I commend your valor. In a bygone age, I might have bestowed upon you the protection of light and made you my warrior. But for now, withdraw. This wind is my prey. If you advance further, I shall consider it a challenge." The white-robed youth had unknowingly reappeared, this time directly in front of Seiya.
Seiya stood firm amidst the turbulent air, his gaze still fixed on the storm raging in the distance. "If you were a true warrior, you would swiftly deal with the trouble before you, not haggle over whose prey it is. If all you have is the nerve to worry about your prey being stolen, then you are the one who should retreat."
After a brief moment of astonishment, hesitation, a flicker of nostalgia, and then finally delight, the white-robed youth burst into laughter that completely belied his physique.
"Excellent! That's the spirit! Without such courage, one is unworthy of challenging my incarnation. I am the undefeated victor! Victory is always in my grasp; that is my essence! I accept your challenge!"
"What a complete idiot," Seiya muttered this ancient Eastern "blessing" dismissively and once again dashed towards the storm.
After the earlier probing attack, he had determined that the visible storm was merely an outer shell. Deep within it lay the core that sustained this calamity. But to destroy this core, he first needed to break through the rotating tempest.
The storm possessed extremely strong resistance. If he burned his Cosmo to its fullest and unleashed Excalibur Draw, he could cut through it. But after cutting it open, he would need to seize the brief opening to crush the core with the Pegasus Meteor Fist.
Seiya paid no mind to the strain that burning his Cosmo to such an extent would place on his body. He just wished he had his Cloth. The moment he formulated his battle plan, a sonorous chant reached his ears:
"I am the ever-victorious and undefeated, I come to save, to heal, to bring justice! Greet my arrival with praise, O fierce wind! In the name of hero and savior, I command you to stop!"
It was the white-robed youth. Though his speech had a theatrical flair, the moment his words fell, the raging wind was indeed suppressed. But Seiya's eyes lit up, for in that instant, he finally saw an opening.
The godly youth looked proudly at the warrior beside him who had attempted to challenge his incarnation. "Brave but reckless warrior, watch how I… Hmm?"
An unprecedented aura burst forth from the East Asian warrior. His hands traced the trajectory of stars. "Pegasus—"
"—Meteor Fist!"
He shouted the name.
As if it were a kotodama, or perhaps a key unlocking a door, light erupted from his hands. Surpassing the storm, surpassing sound, it struck and shattered the core of the tornado. The distorted blue lines finally exploded at this moment. The dispersing divine power and the dissolving storm all ceased.
The Unsubmissive God's incarnation had been defeated; the calamity was briefly ended.
Whether in the mortal realm or the hidden world, whether witches or gods, all eyes converged upon him.
The dissipating divine power caused a final gust of wind, ruffling the hair of the godly youth. He looked at the radiant warrior who had, in an instant, unleashed a brilliance that even he couldn't help but notice. After a brief silence, the godly youth smiled.
"Exactly! This is why I've always wanted to experience the taste of defeat, yet no one can best me. That said, you've won this challenge of hunting the prey, O Son of Man from afar. What is your name?"
"Seiya. Saint Seiya." Having vanquished the wind incarnation, Seiya shouldered his backpack again. "I am a warrior who protects Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom and War, and a Saint who protects the Earth and humanity."
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