Please read my other story first Saint Seiya: Holy War Arc! before you read this but if you won't... I am understand because it so long! ^^; You can go on with keep this in mind, let's say how if Tenma was raised in 20th century in sanctuary?
I create side story because piled up plot bunnies that in the same universe and will only make my story longer and little relation with the main plot! It seems so easy to be inspired for Saint Seiya: Holy War Arc! Ha ha ha by the way chapter 5 of Holy war ARC is already 14 pages written! XDDD
Spoiler:
Tenma's dream refer to Lost Canvas chapter 53: imprisonment. Also refer to the last episode of Lost Canvas first season!
The story is about Cancer Manigoldo caught Tenma tried to run away from sanctuary after Aldebaran's death in hope to keep everyone safe from his assassin. After that Tenma was thrown to a special jail where no one can destroy it with cosmos. Later Unicorn Yato popped out from one of the floor's tile, revealing there was a secret narrow passage. Then after they got out they met with Crane Yuzuriha. ^^ I twist it a bit ha ha ha!
Set around few months before Tenma mastered rock crushing training in Saint Seiya: Holy War Arc ^^
Side story 1: Worthy Trophy
Masks of deceased persons are part of funeral ritual in middle age; the mask was made of made of wax or plaster. That in the past used to preserve the image of important figure before camera was invented. Some believed Mask of death was made to strengthen the spirit of the said person and guard the soul from evil spirits on its way to the afterworld.
But for DeathMask, the mask of the death was trophy for sending someone to afterworld…
Cancer Temple (11PM)
He was so happy that he got another trophy, one of stupid thug in Rodorio was dared to ambush him for money. The thug didn't know DeathMask was a saint because he was wearing civilian clothes, and thus the thug ended his life in such a pathetic way. He loved trophy, but sadly he had not allowed going off killing on his own without an order thus his trophy had not covered all walls of his temple. But one day…
The thug face was quite ugly, but he was not picky in this. He only cared to collect more… "Well… I just sharpened this scalpel so the face will come off easily…" He cackled evilly as set down the head carefully on the floor.
"Hic… hic…"
DeathMask felt chill down his spine when he heard someone was sobbing, and he was sure he had not collect any children's mask on his temple, not yet. So who? DeathMask gulped then shook his head as steeled his resolve, "I am a gold saint damn it! So… show yourself!" He yelled as turned back to face the ghost. But the one he found sobbing was not a ghost even though he wore white clothing, it was just Tenma, the future Pegasus saint.
DeathMask blinked at the sobbing child, wondering how he could get here. "Uhm…brat? Why did you cry? Not because you saw me skinning a head, do you?"
Tenma titled his head to the side as rubbing his teary eyes, "Head? You did that almost ever week, so I am not scared… not really… And Shaka, Aio, Alde, Shura told me to not mind it too much…" He explained between his sob, and Deathmask silently thanked them for their so wise advice. "It's just… I was having a bad dream…"
"Oh…" Deathmask gaped at Tenma's reason, and of all place after a nightmare he chose DeathMask's temple as a place to visit? Maybe Hades' sword ever hit him right on the head before?
"I was sleeping in Alde's temple…" He continued, "And I didn't want to wake him up so I went up here…" He muttered as wiped his tears away.
DeathMask scratched his head, "But brat… I think you are in the wrong place, you should go to Shaka not me."
The future God Slayer sniffed, "But… the dream is about you…"
The Cancer saint made a weird choked sound at Tenma's confession, "You were not dreaming of me killing you, I hope? Because you know… as annoying as you are to me, everyone needs you and will not be happy if I did that…"
Tenma shook his head, "No… it's me who was naughty in that dream." He confessed as blushing furiously, his eyes were still teary. DeathMask was really confused by now. Then Tenma looked up with his big glassy brown eyes to DeathMask, "Masky… even if I am naughty…" he muttered shakily, "Please don't lock me in a jail…" He pleaded helplessly, and second later Tenma's lower lip quivered then he burst to waterworks.
"…"
"…hic hic…"
DeathMask stared at Tenma as if he had grown second head, and that was the most absurd dream he ever heard. He knew it must be something about Tenma's previous life, Shaka had warned them Tenma sometimes could have a dream about it. He was sure it was not dangerous because mostly the dream cause by leftover memories Shaka couldn't push back to Tenma's seal of memory, he said the dream couldn't be clear or exactly alike with what happened in the last war. And it was easy to be forgotten, Shaka even said it was possible the real event can be mixed with Tenma's imagination resulted to a very messy and jumbled up dream, but harmless. And because the brat seems fine and not having seizure, the dream was harmless except the part of locked in a jail.
He sighed then crouched down in front of Tenma, "I won't lock you in a jail Tenma…" He assured the brown haired boy, "But can you tell me what the dream was about?"
"Promise?" He asked timidly.
The Italian saint groaned, "Yes! I won't and will not lock you in a jail!"
Tenma beamed, then began his story. "Uhm… I was riding on Pegasus in one sunny day and suddenly you came riding a giant golden crab." Deathmask fell anime-style at the story; he even can imagine the illustration in kid's drawing style with crayon. And Tenma continued his story, "You are mad about me leaving with Pegasus, but I didn't know I was leaving or anything. Then you grab me and hauled me and Pegasus up on your shoulders." The story was becoming weirder by each passing words, especially the part of him carrying a horse on his shoulder. "Then you lock me in a jail after you dropped the winged horsy somewhere." Tenma muttered softly almost sobbing when reminded he had been locked in a jail like some kind of criminal. "But then an unicorn saved me, it showed me a rabbit hole on the corner of the jail, then we crawled through it." DeathMask didn't want to ask how a unicorn could crawl, "And then after we were out of the hole, a crane was already waiting for me and the unicorn."
"Uh huh…" DeathMask raised an eyebrow, "And then? That's all?" At Tenma's nod, he commented, "That's the most craziest dream I ever heard."
"So you won't lock me in a jail?" Tenma asked again.
"NO! And if you are happy with my answer go back to your mama… I mean Aldebaran, go to sleep brat! Either down to Taurus temple or up To Aiolia's…" He growled angrily. "And if you are worry too much about your dream, you should go to Shaka! Off to Morpheus' realm! I am busy with this head! So leave me alone!" he snapped then turned back to the task he left.
But after few minutes Tenma was still busy staring at him and refused to leave him alone, and at last the brat asked. "Masky… what is this mask for?"
"Not your business brat…" He answered curtly.
"Is it because your name is Masky?" He asked again innocently. "Your hobby is mask making?"
DeathMask was counting from one to ten silently on his mind, reminding himself of what other Gold saints would do if he harm the brat, even if it was just a scratch. "My name is not Masky! It's DeathMask! And what is this for… it's my trophy!"
Tenma blinked, "It doesn't look like any trophy I ever saw before!" He chirped innocently. "Camus and Shaka read many story of heroes from mythology for me." Tenma said as if DeathMask need to know what those two read to him. "But all trophy the hero got are gold, awesome weapon, throne, fame… sometimes they got a princess or pretty girl!"
"So?" DeathMask deadpanned, he didn't see what so important about the old story from dusty book Shaka and Camus treasured so much in their private library.
"Why your trophy is mask of dead people?" Tenma asked curiously.
DeathMask smirked at his question, "Because I like it, I choose my own trophy for killing this people. It have nothing to do with heroes you knew from those dusty books, I am no hero… I am a killer, brat!"
Tenma scoffed at DeathMask's answer, "But you are a saint! Therefore you should be a hero!"
"Not all saints are heroes…" He answered nonchalantly, "I killed because I like doing it not for Justice or Athena. It satisfies me to have a reminder that I have killed people whose face I hang on my temple… collection of my trophy!" He declared proudly, and hoping the brat would be frightened. But at indifferent face of Tenma Deathmask was frustrated, silently DeathMask praised the brat that he might really have what it takes to be a God Slayer in him. So he added, "And I don't care who I killed as long as I am happy for it, child, woman, thug, or elders…" He smiled smugly.
"How?"
"Huh?" Deathmask stared at Tenma who had confused face but not frightened at all at DeathMask's declaration.
Tenma crossed his arms, "How you can find it satisfying?" He asked sternly.
DeathMask groaned, how he can explain this to a brat who never killed? Well… Tenma did kill gods in the past, not that Tenma knew. "I just do… as long as I can have something to kill!"
Tenma cleared his throat, a gesture of Camus when he was about to explain something. Man… this brat's parroting irked him to no end. "Trophy for a hero is valuable not because of it's material value alone."
DeathMask growled, "If you are about to quote Shaka's speech of justice, I swear I will hit you on the head brat!"
Tenma shook his head, "I mean those you were listed are very easy for Masky to kill…"
"And I should care HOW?" DeathMask asked incredulously. Tenma was doing a sickening imitation of Camus as he calmly explained his reason. The haughty posture was really made DeathMask's skin crawl, and Tenma used Shaka's signature lofty tone just to made it even more sickening to him. "Masky… what I mean is, heroes in the past achieve their trophy after a long and hard battle against evil."
"And I have to care why?" He asked tonelessly. "I am no hero!"
"The hardship." He pointed out haughtily, imitating a certain Indian saint. "They went through so much hardship to get the said trophy! There is a hero in the past who value his scars more than any trophy because of deathly battle he had been through." At this point DeathMask was sure Tenma was parroting either Shaka or Camus, must be one of their speech about moral after finished reading the story to Tenma. Because there was no way in hell Tenma can say it from his own brain.
DeathMask's annoyance somehow turned to amusement as he became curious what Tenma was getting into; maybe he really was as entertaining as Aphrodite said. "So what do you want to say actually brat? Get to the point!"
And once again Tenma cleared his throat, Camus' style. "I mean if taking someone's head you can kill so easily… Masky, that's not a trophy, or at least… not a valuable one."
DeathMask gaped at him, "Aaa… what?"
"It's like, if you like killing so much… the harder to kill, the better you feel when you get the head. Right Masky?" Tenma asked almost chirping, the preacher mode of his was slipping. DeathMask didn't answer, and Tenma didn't wait for an answer as he babbled and no longer talking seriously. "It's like a saying the deeper you dig, the more satisfied you would be."
DeathMask laughed at that, snapped out from his trance. "Brat! I think it suppose to be mountain and climbing… not a hole!" He corrected which Tenma oh-ed cutely, "Okay, I get your point about that so… what do you are getting me into actually?"
Tenma beamed at that, "How if you beat and kill big bad criminals?" He suggested cheerfully.
DeathMask growled at the suggestion, "Oh NO NO NO!" He crossed his arms, "You are not telling me to be a good hero or anything like that!
The future Pegasus saint didn't give up, "Who said you need to be good Masky? The hero I said liked his scars is not a good guy either! He likes fighting and killing like you!"
The Italian saint blinked, "And?" He demanded because that was not convincing enough.
Tenma huffed, "It's just you see… in all story I heard the big bad guys seems harder to kill than good guys! It seems the only good guys that hard to kill is the hero! But the hero always almost killed too… so… If you go after big bad guy, it must be more a challenge for you Masky!" He chirped excitedly.
"Ooh…"
"Beside! Last week Aio got a mission to kill an ex-trainee who threatened to blow up a Nuclear Power Station!" Then paused, "Yeah! I can remember the name Nucle.."
DeathMask raised his hand, "Okay, I get you glad to remember Nuclear whatever… so?"
Tenma beamed, "I mean it's so awesome Aio beat up and killed the terrorist! " He said as jumping excitedly. "And I think we get a lot of that kind of mission… one that we have to be careful and stuff! I mean it's seems a lot harder than usual mission… Masky can ask our Pope to give you that kind of mission, he even won't get mad at you even if you take their head afterwards! Isn't that awesome?" He asked with his big brown eyes that full of hope, demanding the Cancer saint to praise him for the awesome idea. Puppy eyes…
The Italian saint gaped at Tenma, that kind of mission usually was hard and helping people in the process. Something he disliked because it was heroic, and it was for someone like Aiolia, Aiolos, Shura, or Aldebaran. Not a killer like him! But if he looked at it with another perspective like Tenma said… the target must be hard to be killed, to get his hand on his prey would be also equally hard, many obstacles especially if the big bad guys had subordinates, minions… thus… more challenge… more excitement… and the Pope will not scolding him for it! The mission was to kill the criminals, who cares what he did with the corpse afterward?
DeathMask's lips formed the widest grin he ever had in his life, "Tenma! You are genius!" and everyone forgot the head that lay on the floor… poor head…
Few days later…
For Aphrodite, a head on DeathMask' hand was almost daily occurrence. But when he knew the history behind the head he quickly send emergency message to all Gold saints to come. At first those who were in their training grounds or just return from mission refused to come, but what Aphrodite told them next about DeathMask made them teleported to sanctuary in the next second, then came running to Cancer temple.
Cancer Temple (2PM)
All gold saints were standing in one row right in front of DeathMask who was just finished his mask-making, he was in the mid of wiping his bloody hand. "So… what are you guys doing in my temple? Is it okay to leave your duty?"
Aphrodite groaned, "That can wait for later! What we want to know is…" He took a deep breath, "Did you really take a mission for exterminating mafias in Italy?"
DeathMask raised an eyebrow, "I did…"
All gold saint gaped at DeathMask, Shaka then explained the mission in strangled voice. "But…that mission was send to our place because they were formed by EX-trainees from Sicily training ground, and they managed to conquer a town… they made that town a living hell for it's citizen and other horrible crimes…" He paused, "And you were telling me that you took this mission? You volunteered yourself to our Pope?"
"So what?" He asked nonchalantly.
Aphrodite was tempted to pull his hair if only he didn't love it very much, "I mean… we were talking about DeathMask, my best friend who scorned any heroic missions available in sanctuary!"
DeathMask shrugged, "So? It's not something you need to worry about or anything..."
"But DeathMask…" Camus drawled with horror clearly written on his face, something that rarely seen on the coldest saint of Athena. "According to your report… and witness' too… you! Deathmask!" He repeated again as reading the report with disbelief, "You managed to kill all mafia members and destroyed their headquarter, in which is expected of you." Camus paused as he struggled to keep his calm voice, "But you also saved all peoples they held hostage in their headquarters, protecting innocent bystanders when mafias tried to ambush you in the middle of the town, and also saved a little boy they tried to use as hostage when they was trying to escape from you." A pause again, "In conclusion… NO innocent victims in this mission, and the town is forever grateful to you for freeing them from Mafias to the point they wanted to make your statue!"
DeathMask smirked at the last part, "Yep! They want to put it in town square, I objected the idea of making a statue of me though, instead I showed them how my cloth looked like when I didn't wear it…" He trailed off, "I asked them to make Cancer cloth statue instead, one that's holding mafia's head on it's claw… that's cooler, don't you think so?" He asked with dreamy looks on his face, "Cryptic… and artistic! Like me! Myo hwa ha ha ha ha ha!" He laughed maniacally.
Aiolia can't take it anymore, "That's not the point! Who cares about your statue?" He roared impatiently, "What we want to know is why you took this mission? You even did it so heroically to the point they are so thankful! And how come there is NO innocent victims?" He asked in disbelief. "If it's Mafia's headquarter in the middle of nowhere I am understand! But it's in the middle of the town, you gotta save hostages! And you... you..."
"So your point is?" DeathMask asked back.
This time it was Milo who snapped, "The OLD DeathMask we knew will never care about hostage! You would leave hostages they held in their headquarter in flame after you destroyed it, you would sooner kill the hostage yourself when they threatened you with it!" Milo explained about what they expected of a DeathMask. "And here Camus' read your report that you SAVED them ALL!"
Aiolia nodded in agreement, "You always said this kind of mission is for me! A lame brave hero! That you… are killer who enjoyed slaughtering left and right! How… and WHY you saved all of them including hostages? We expected there would be some innocent peoples that accidentally killed by you!" He roared. "But… but… there are none!"
Aphrodite was stomping by now, "SO… who are you? And what are you doing to my cruel best friend? If you are telling me that our DeathMask is going to repent…"
DeathMask snapped at the last remark, "Aphrodite… I am not going to repent or anything! And I still am a killer!" he growled angrily, "As for why I saved those weaklings… " He trailed off and all gold saints were holding their breath, waiting for the answer." Because it annoyed those Mafias to no end… at first I just want to know how they would react if I saved the townspeople or taking their hostage away, like taking away their last resort to escape me!" He grinned widely, "And oh boy! Their faces were so hilarious! Priceless!"
"…" No one can give a comment.
"You know… they were so smug when I marched to their headquarter because hey had hostages, and after taking away those hostages, they became panic and desperate! And unlike weaklings like women, children or civilians who would run away screaming their heads off, the EX-trainees became crazy and tried fight me with their pathetic cosmos!" He said then burst to maniacal laugh. "Normal mafias with no cosmos also didn't run away instead they were throwing dynamites, grenades and what else that are explosive! They also fired guns… and after they run out of bullets they even threw knifes, fork, spoon, plates… I never knew Mafia had tableware as much as their guns before!"
"…"
DeathMask still had that dreamy face as recalling his invasion, "It was so exciting! Awesome beyond words…" he muttered dreamily, "And by the way these heads belongs to our EX-trainees, they were quite enjoyable to kill… especially with everything exploding around us! And the leaders… you see that bald guy with scar? Turned out he could use cosmos, and he was even older than us… it seems after running away from training ground he kept training on his own for years then became the founder of this mafia group! He challenged me after I killed all of his family… he is quite a challenge, off course nowhere as strong as me but… Oh! It felt so nice when I can rip his head off of his body, it worth it! And then… I started collecting…"
Shaka couldn't take it anymore, "Stop! We understand why you did that already!" He yelled in desperate tone, honestly the whole story was even more complicated than any philosophy book he ever read! And so not make sense!
DeathMask raised an eyebrow at Shaka who seemed so out of character, "Good, glad you understand… by the way Shaka I need a little favor!" he grinned widely.
The Indian saint rubbed his head tiredly, wondering what DeathMask could need him for. "Yeah what is it?"
He grinned, "You see… I decided to take off all mask that belongs to innocent peoples I killed, I need your help to give them proper burial." He explained as hung the new mask on the wall.
silence...
"YOU WANT TO DO WHAT?" They yelled in chorus.
DeathMask cringed at the volume, "Yeah… I mean actually I don't really care but I think after few years hanging here as decoration at least I should bury them somewhere appropriate…" He shrugged, "And because I think no one will appreciate me throwing them anywhere inappropriate and also hygienic issue..." He said as shot a meaningful look at Shaka and Aphrodite. "And I will refrain killing those weaklings you called innocents as they are not interesting anymore! Big bad guys squirming longer like cockroach, harder to kill and more challenging…" He said as raised his hand, holding a head of mafia. And all gold saints were sickly reminded of infamous scene of Hamlet from Shakespeare plus with declaration DeathMask won't kill innocent peoples anymore.
Aphrodite felt like he was not DeathMask's best friend anymore, as he had no clue what caused this to happen. "Okay DeathMask… I think we can call guards to help gathering the masks later… and digging the grave..." He offered weakly.
The Cancer beamed at that, "Thank you! And Aiolia…" He turned to the Leo saint.
"What?" He asked as struggling to stay awake at the absurdity that happened in the last ten minutes.
"You know… I think, I will take heroic mission to kill big bad guys like this again! So I hope you didn't mind if I am taking it from you!" He said as hung another mask, one with wide eyes and twisted mouth, "MYO HWA HA HA HA!"
Shaka couldn't hold himself back from asking one question that bothered him since he heard DeathMask's heroic exploit. "DeathMask… can I ask a question, which really… Really… bothering me?" He asked desperately, and the Italian saint nodded with a big grin as he never saw Shaka acted to humble in front of him, "Who gave you this idea that instead of killing innocent peoples, criminals are more challenging… or whatever reason that make you think it's more satisfying?" Shaka's voice was raised an octave, "Because I am sure you didn't come up with this idea on your own…" He trailed off, "So WHO DID IT?"
"…"
DeathMask laughed at how intense the glare his comrades gave him; he bet they even didn't glare this intense to their enemy. After he managed to stop his laugh he answered with one name, and with a very clear voice and slow as he let the name rolled off of his tongue, "T….E… N… M… A…"
Silence…
"Care to repeat again?" Milo asked as raised his hand.
Camus also added, "I though I heard a very impossible name…"
DeathMask took a mask from the floor then smirked as he repeated his hamlet's pose, "The one who inspire me is our future God Slayer… Sinner of Heaven… Pegasus saint who is the arch enemy of Hades, the king of underworld." He recited poetically as looking at the mask, "Off course… it's TENMAAAAAAAA!" He yelled the last part with cosmos enhanced voice.
Ten seconds later…
"WHAT DID YOU SAY? TENMA?"
DeathMask sighed, at last his comrades returned to the world of living after ten seconds. "I am not going to repeat again, now shooo… go ask Tenma yourself! And you know what? Tenma is a bit dumb sometimes but somehow he got this brilliant idea for me! And I am so thankful! Tomorrow I will give that brat a good training!" He said happily then once again laughed, "MYO Ha HA HA HA AH HA!"
Few minutes later, outside the Cancer Temple or exactly on the stairs to Leo. The seven Gold saints were trying to figure out what kind of sick dream they had today. And came out with a good theory.
Shura was the first one, "Anyone… are you sure Hypnos is not playing a prank on us? Or maybe he tried to make us insane before holy war?" He asked with dazed face, "If he is the culprit, seriously… if he repeat this again at least twice I don't think I can hold on my sanity…"
Aiolia was more absurd; "Shaka… today is not April Fool's day so we get to kill you, if you are the one behind this illusion!" He accused the Virgo saint who glared at him in return.
Milo nodded in agreement, "Never mind that! Even if it's not April Fool's day, I will still kill you!"
Shaka opened his eyes dangerously, and all gold saints backed away. "I AM NOT involved in this sick joke! And if this is an illusion I will know it right away! Who am I do you think? I am not MILO!"
"HEY!" Milo snapped, "As much I likes prank… I will not involve Tenma in this! It's just sick! And not about DeathMask being a hero!"
Camus shook his head, "Anyway… so everyone agreed to decide this is just a dream?"
Everyone looked at him as if he had grown second head, since when Camus agreed to illogical theory? "Okay…" Aiolia coughed, "If we agree this is just a dream then what?"
Aldebaran rubbed his head, "Traditional way to prove this is a reality or dream… pinching."
So they formed a circle to pinch each other hand, it was hurt. And then they pinched their face, much to Aphrodite's protest and it's hurt too. In the end they formed a group of two and three, and then punched each other right on their stomachs. And at once all of them fell flat on their butt.
"This is not a dream…" Aldebaran concluded as holding his gut painfully, who knew Shaka's punch can be that hurt?
Aphrodite snarled at him, "I knew it's not since we pinched our hands! You don't have to pinch my beautiful face!" He said as rubbed the red spot on his cheeks, more concerned about his ace rather than throbbing pain on his stomach after Shura punched him.
Silence…
So that's mean…
"HELLO EVERYONE!" Tenma greeted as leaped through ten steps from Leo toward his brothers, because Tenma never learned what so called walk step by step. "Ah, there you are! I was wondering why all temples are empty!" He chirped cheerfully, "And I heard Masky…" Tenma was startled when Shaka caught him in the midair when he was leaping, and when they landed all Gold saints was staring at him. He blinked, "Uhm… hello Shaka, Aio, Alde, Shura, Dite, Milo, Camus…" He greeted them again, "Wait…" His eyes widened, "Hey! I thought Camus and Milo were on mission! And Alde… I thought you went to Brazil!"
Shaka put him down carefully, ignoring his babbling of why everyone was here. "Tenma… never mind how and why we are here, because we really need to ask you something." He said as crouched down, his eyes were in the same level as Tenma's.
"Err…" Tenma blinked, "Sure!"
This time it was Camus who crouched down, following Shaka's example. "And we need you to be honest! No lying…" Actually the last command was no use, as Tenma never lied, not to Camus and Shaka at least.
Tenma nodded timidly under their gaze, "Okay, Camus… I promise will not lying…"
Shaka took a deep breath, "Was it you who told DeathMask that…" He trailed off as recalling how the Italian saint phrased it. "Killing BIG BAD GUYS is more fun than killing innocent weakling?"
Tenma beamed at that and all Gold saints' eyes were wide open as he blurted his chirpy answer, "Uh huh! I did tell him something like that! You see… I told him that if he wants a valuable trophy rather than easy kill he should get BIG BAD GUYS instead! They are hard to kill right? You know… in story you read for me all BIG BAD GUYS are always hard to kill! And the only good guys who is hard to kill is the hero, but they also keep dying or almost died in the story so… " He explained innocently as jumping in excitement.
All jaws were reunited with mother earth, Gaia… not all because Camus and Shaka managed to express their shock with only widened eyes. "And then you manage to convince DeathMask to take mission that aim to kill criminals?" Camus asked incredulously.
Tenma nodded, "Yep! Masky was so happy when I told him it's harder to kill BIG BAD GUYS! He even called me genius!" He said with blushing cheeks, "Isn't that what people called you sometimes Camus?" He asked as beaming with excitement, but he didn't wait for Camus to answer. "Oh! I forgot that I came to congratulate Masky for his new trophy or it's trophies? Ah never mind!" He babbled happily as hopped down the stairs to Cancer, "See you later!" Tenma yelled as entered Cancer temple with a squeal.
Wind blew their capes, but all gold saints were still frozen on the spot including Camus. They couldn't digest the fact that Tenma managed to turn DeathMask, from killing spree maniac to a hero that even a town had made a statue to honor him. Not to mention Tenma talked him into it… And from that day Gold saints decided Tenma was just too abnormal even by saints standard, he stubbornly reincarnating since the age of myth just to finish unfinished business with Hades. He killed Gods even though he was just a human. He dared to reincarnate himself without a parent in sanctuary and screwed his memory in the process.
In conclusion…
Pegasus saint or rather Pegasus Tenma was just that impossible to the point he could turn their maniac killers to a hero in one night preach… Maybe next it turned out Hades' reincarnation in this era was one of Athena's saint, or maybe Athena was a spoiled brat when she was little, or Aiolos' Sagittarius cloth could fly back to sanctuary on it's own.
Who cares? DeathMask was hailed as hero… that… was the greatest miracle they ever seen, concluded by Gold saints….
And no one knew in the same time Saga was considering to convince Tenma to give his dark side a talk... actually he was the first person who heard the entire story from Tenma himself on the day DeathMask accepted that mission. And he had banged his head after shooed all guards from the throne room to prove it was not a dream.
Review Please!
I know I read Naruto too often! But sometimes I don't like how he can convince his opponents to be good... whatever he did and HOW? And somehow I think of this, actually this is suppose to be included on chapter 4 of Holy War Arc but... well I change my mind ^^ Hope you like this idea, so DeathMask in Holy War ARc universe from now on only hunting BIG BAD GUYS XDDD and he accept Tenma too!
Poor Gold saints... I am so cruel XD