"Dragon peace, cool guy"

The crossing of time and space relate to some of Athena's strongest Saints, or rather, it was always a certainty that their alliances and aims lie elsewhere. Having a serious expression and a lofty air, Tokisada was obligated to feel that he was better than others. After all, he could control the measures of time, which either flowed like water or was as still as ice. Paradox, under the sign of Gemini, was fated to antagonize Athena, her fellow Saints, and her own sibling. However, like true Saints with strong hearts, if they deeply believed in something, Tokisada and Paradox would see it through.

The stars of destiny now lead towards China: Rozan of The Five Peaks. A mystical region said to contain the passage to Poseidon's temple, and also the tower holding the resting souls of the 108 Specters of the Underworld. The weight of their existence wasn't, however, felt over the rushing sound of the Rozan Waterfall.

Despite the waterfall's roar like a hundred lions, young Dragon Ryuho felt serene. The war against Mars and Saturn, his first real wars against evil Gods, were long past. However, he had long learned that his training will never end. As he continued to pursue being "perfect", he also learned that he could pass on his meditative guidance towards others. It was a suggestion that he made to his father, the Gold Saint Libra Shiryu. Ryuho kept still in his crossed-legged Lotus asana, eyes closed; Rozan Waterfall fell behind him.

"Stretch your back. Just breathe." Giving himself a new responsibility other than fighting, Ryuho recognized the benefit of spreading the art of healing. It was thanks to the attachment he had for his friends during his battles as a Saint.

Ryuho was still as a statue; then, his eyes flew open. Something crossed his senses as he looked over at his students. They all sat in a row, mimicking Ryuho's Lotus stance – or were trying to. Some grimaced, their lips quivering as their feet twitched from being crossed over. Sometimes Ryuho couldn't believe that he had the charisma to gather seven students to train with him, ranging from young child to adults. One was an elderly man suffering from hip osteoarthritis; everything started with interest, to trust a stranger.

"Oh!" Ryuho suddenly jumped up from his pose. "It's you!" His sudden exclamation made everyone awaken to see what happened. Ryuho looked elated, and his students turned around to see a figure looming out from behind a small grove of tall firs. Moving closer to the group, his features shined in the sunlight falling above the Waterfall. A man with long, jagged black hair, his eyes were just as dark, and all in all he looked a bit frigid and intimidating. He stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the others, who looked exuberant. He also wore a gray Taichi uniform, similar to Ryuho. Basically, it was a long-sleeved jacket with a wide waist sash and loose pants. He also wore a pair of cotton slippers. Was he one of Ryuho's students?

"I haven't seen you in so long!" Running up to the visitor, Ryuho expressed nothing more than relief and happiness upon the sight of the gloomy looking man.

"Your name, it was 'Baku' something." He tried hard to remember, tilting his head upward and holding his chin. "Shima? Sui? I know that there was a Baku."

"Suikyo." The man said, coolly, in almost a whisper. His face was as rigid as a hardened warrior who's seen many battles.

"Oh!"

"Suikyo Bakushima."

"Yes, that's right." Ryuho said, smiling.

It was first thought that Ryuho was being oblivious to the stern atmosphere of this Suikyo. However, the rest of the students looked back and raised a welcoming cheer. "Welcome back Suikyo!" The stoic Bakushima wasn't a new member; however, he had been missing his training for weeks. He hasn't written back and Ryuho, who grew attached to Suikyo due to his determination, became worried.

"What happened? Where have you been?" After instructing his students to continue their Lotus, Ryuho brought Suikyo over to a more private area. Suikyo didn't say anything at first, his mind thinking over his words carefully. Despite knowing that Suikyo was a bit quiet type, it only made Ryuho more concerned.

"Don't tell me, it's—"

"My brother is fine for now." After his eerie silence, Suikyo managed to smile. "Even when in bed, when he feels up to strength, he tries to meditate. He really wants to come to Rozan."

"Thank goodness." Ryuho sighed with relief. "Please make sure he sleeps and eats, Mister Suikyo." In his heart, even if he didn't mean to, he thought of the worse. Suikyo's brother Suisho was an ailing boy, much like Ryuho once was, but he was often in bed and feverish.

"However…" Suikyo continued.

"What?"

"I'm not sure how to explain this, nor do I understand why it is happening. Ryuho, you and your father are some kind of unique fighters, right? What do you know about demons?"

"Demons?"

"Or do you think they're real?"

"What do you mean, Suikyo?"

"It's hard to say. To be honest, I was afraid."