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After two weeks of working to reach the seventh sense and no one achieving it, the Gold Saints were beginning to get disheartened. What were they doing wrong?
It was Shaka who provided an answer none of them really wanted to hear.
"Their lives are not threatened. No matter how hard they burn their cosmos, the fact is they are still merely in training…"
He trailed off, letting the meaning of his words sink in.
No matter how hard they trained with the Bronzes, they would never create the heat of an intense battle. The feelings of their lives being threatened, the desperation to excel past an enemy.
The Seventh Sense was something the Bronze saints would have to pick up on their own. They would not learn it in a controlled training environment.
The full realization of their futile attempts was so discouraging the Golds cancelled training for the day.
Saga stretched out in the Papal bath, enjoying the feel of the warm water on his skin. He felt the most together when in the bath. He was tense and stressed. The Gold saints had figured out something was off with him, as had the silver saint Cephus Daidalos.
It was only a matter of time before Daidalos told the silver saints his beliefs. No. He could not allow that to happen.
Cephus Daidalos had to die.
Saga dressed quickly and summoned his loyal Gold Saints, Aphrodite and Deathmask, to him.
Deathmask showed absolutely no reservations, however, Aphrodite looked a little less than thrilled with the request.
"I thought we were trying to avoid killing those who left us alone" he said, a frown forming on his pretty face.
"He's a threat." Saga replied.
Deathmask and Aphrodite exchanged looks with each other, neither one daring to speak. Saga was quickly growing more and more unstable with each passing day. It was only a matter of time before he went totally off the deep end.
Saga grabbed his helmet and mask and put them on before sweeping out his private quarters.
Aphrodite sighed.
"Guess I will go kill Daidalos now."
"Want me to help you?" Deathmask offered.
"No. I will handle it. You can make yourself useful another way."
Deathmask smirked.
"Geeze. If it's that time of the month for you, don't take it out on me."
He barely dodged the red rose that went flying at his head.
Daidalos was uneasy. He'd very briefly felt a surge of Cosmos. It had disappeared almost as quickly as he had felt it, and that had him on his guard.
He was sure someone was masking their cosmos, and there was only one reason he could come up with for that.
Someone had come to kill him.
Daidalos masked his own Cosmos and searched around. Whomever it was that had been sent to take his life, it was no amateur. The blonde crept around, but couldn't find anyone.
Just when he was starting to think maybe he was losing it, a peculiar scent caught his attention. Strong, sweet, unmistakable. The attacker could mask their cosmos, but scent was another thing. The smell of fresh cut roses gave the attacker's position away.
He hadn't even moved two steps when he felt something sharp bury itself in his chest. A white rose was embedded between his ribs, dangerously close to his lungs. As he struggled for breath, the Rose slowly turned red.
His gaze locked on a figure standing in a tree. A slim figure with long blue hair and gold armor. His eyes widened as he realized he had been outsmarted. In drawing attention to their scent, the gold assassin had drawn him right where they wanted him. Sanctuary 's traitors were closer to home than he had ever imagined. For a Gold saint to be serving the False Pope...
Daidalos gasped for breath. He was not going to last much longer. He gathered what was left of his energy and burned his cosmos strong and bright in warning.
Understandably, Shun and June did not take the death of their beloved master well.
"Why would someone want to do that to him?" June sobbed. "He was so kind to everyone. It doesn't make any sense!"
Shun said nothing as he held her close to him. There had been a time, only weeks before, where he himself would have burst into tears. In fact, he wanted to cry. He didn't trust his voice, because he was holding his composure by a very small thread.
He was determined to stay strong for June. She needed him-he couldn't fall to pieces in front of her.
Daisuke snorted at the pair disdainfully.
"Honestly" he sniffed. "Instead of standing here, bawling like a pair of babies, go do something about it. Find the one who killed your master and get revenge."
Revenge
Something about the word stirred a small part of Shun's heart. A bigger part of him, however, forced it down. A life for a life wouldn't bring Daidalos back.
Ikki stepped in front Shun and June and glared at Daisuke.
"Back off." he said. "Where would you like them to run off to?"
"I'm just saying, if it were me, I could not be wasting my time crying about it" Daisuke replied.
Ikki lunged forward and grabbed the front of Daisuke's shirt.
"Clearly, they are not you."
Daisuke lifted his hand in a fist.
"Clearly."
Before the pair could come to blows, Hyoga and Shiryu intervened.
Shiryu's hand closed over Daisuke's fist, stopping the boy's punch. Hyoga had grabbed Ikki around the waist.
"That's enough" the blonde said sharply to Ikki. "Getting into a fight with Daisuke won't settle anything. Shun needs you - he doesn't need you causing fights."
Ikki backed off with a final glare. His eyes promised the conflict was not ended, merely postponed.
Daisuke, however, was not one to be brushed aside. He was about to start off after Ikki again when he realized Shiryu was still holding his arm.
"Let go of me" he demanded.
Wordlessly, the Dragon saint released his hold, his green eyes locked on Daisuke.
Daisuke opened his mouth to speak, but closed it as he noticed Seiya standing there. The boy wore an expression unlike his own.
"Shura and Aiolos want to see us. Now."
The urgency grabbed Daisuke's attention fully, because Seiya was not one to give into nerves and anxiety unless something big was happening.
Shiryu forgotten, Daisuke crossed over to Seiya.
"What happened?"
"Apparently a bunch of the Silver Saints think we are responsible for the death of Shun's master."
Understanding crossed Daisuke's mind. If they believed them responsible, more than likely, they would be coming to avenge their fallen comrade. The idea excited him. He was eager to test out his skill.
"Is that all?"
Seiya shot him an irritated look, a look full of fire. Daisuke hadn't seen that look since the day Seiya and Jabu had nearly come to blows in Kido Manor.
"They found out where we are and are on their way here."