Saint Seiya THE END Cast I.

Pegasus Kouga: The Pegasus Saint following Seiya. An orphan possessed by the Dark Cosmos when found as an infant. He was raised by Athena and trained as a Saint under Shaina. A good boy, but is rebellious and hates to lose. He has defeated Mars, Abzu, Saturn, and now…

Athena/Saori Kido: The Goddess of Battle, Justice and Wisdom who reincarnates as a human on Earth every 243 years. Dedicated as Earth's guardian, she has a strong willpower and will do anything to protect humanity. She has faced Hades for many generations.

Shir Khan (original): Young Gold Saint of Leo from India. He helped Ikki heal his body on Barren Island while fighting spirits. Pious, of good cheer, and friendly, even in a difficult situation, but he is also uncompromising towards evil entities. He had an older brother. The grounds behind his strength…?

Ntote: If I mixed up appearances, such as color of eyes and hair, especially from Dawn of End, then I apologize. I'll keep my notes updated.


Courage is a risk that leads to pain

(勇気は苦痛でしかない)

If your mind is flooded with a bad memory, do you react in anger and perhaps, instead to sulk, have the urge to retaliate?

Gold Saint of Athena, Leo Shir Khan (獅子座のシア・カーン) is 11 years old.

Specter of Hades, Heavenly Defeat Star Yali Tabaqui (天敗星ヤリのタバキ) is 14 years old…when he had died.

Because their masters were different, their loyalties transfixed into them by a historical fate, they had no choice but to fight. It was easy for Hades to stir up and capture Tabiqui's resentment in his heart, and twist it towards humanity.

On Earth, there is much to fear. Humans, war, illness, sounds. The roar of a large cat could imbue fear among all animals. An average human could only handle sound decibels of 85dba without pain; for a lion and a tiger, its roar was over 110dba, with fireworks being 140dba or more. The sounds tremble the body and leave their mark.

A Tiger. Tabaqui was a coward, but he went in front of his brother and family to protect them. He thought he was urged by the spirits to do the right thing. Yes, the roar of the tiger, heard miles away, was terrifying, chilling his bones. Still, despite his fear, he stood before claws and fangs. He urged within his mind that his younger brother and the village women and children should be protected, so why?

It was the sensation of regret – of protecting his brother, and then feeling the claws and fangs of the tiger digging into him. The sensation of being mauled to death, being certain that blood came out of him, and having to inevitably deal with that pain was overwhelming. His hand was bit first, he dropped the torch; what pierced him with that lightning of fear first was the realization that his own hand was locked into a cat's mouth, and unable to pull it out of its slimy tongue. One of its four large fangs burrowed a hole into his hand. He was pulled forward by the tiger's strength, and then, its weight shoved forward. Tabaqui fell back and was mauled in the neck and head. When those ivory teeth reached and entered vitals, both pain and fear of death registered together. It was an unfair death one could imagine.

Since reviving with an evil star, Tabaqui's glare fell upon the younger brother with a fit of selfish anger that was not fit for Nirvana. It may have stemmed from his violent death.

"Why did Athena choose you as a Gold Saint, Shir? And why do you think you can take the name of Master? Did she give you that name?! I'll teach you humility!" Why did he speak with such hatred for his brother, if it was a tiger that took him? Did the evil star amplify his anguish from dying for protecting his weak family, and harbor the idea of destroying humans? It had to be true. Such a thought enflamed Shir's heart; with it, he could battle Hades if the damn God was standing in front of him now.

The pillar that erected from the ground between the brothers was a piece of architecture much like in a temple of ritual. At its apex was the head of an avian animal. Unlike a real pillar, it showed life in itself as the head pivoted downward. Its eyes and gaping mouth started to glow with a flame. The air roared again, right behind Shir were more pillars emerging from the ground until it simulated as a hall. Ten pillars erode; if Shir took steps back, he would have an animal pillar to the left and right of him, all looking down at him. Each pillar was topped with the head of a feline, a snake, a simian, or an avian.

"Holy Mandapa!" At Tabiquis's voice, the surroundings changed. An air-shaking roar came from each head of the pillars, projecting a pressured detonation. From a distance, the Mandapa generated an explosion that engulfed the Leo. Shir lost the image of the Underworld around him. In the next moment, the ground was before his eyes. Was it hubris, and despite his boast earlier on defeating his brother, it was some ruse to regain his sense of duty, a bravado to face his own brother. But that was the problem—he faced his brother who shouldn't have lost to any sliver of "evil" in his heart.

"The lion and the tiger are sacred among our people, but you are no such thing."

Shir's body were not commensurate with the words he stated earlier. He still did not agree that Tabaiqui's mauling should bring envy and resentment towards his younger brother. The sight of his older brother convinced him to warp reality; he remembered the days of being an even younger child and could pretend that he shared days with his kind kindred. To see him again, he imagined, he could've been greeted generously and wear a happy smile. That happiness, along with admiration; because of that pretend nonsense, Shir's body was thrashed by a storm.

"Maybe you're weak because you're young," Tabaqui continued to mock, pointing at the Gold Saint on the ground. "See now?! Bluffing and courage get you nowhere!"

But was that even true? Athena could not have made a mistake. To reach out to little Shir Khan, Athena could not have been erroneous in her choosing. She had come when Shir was in one of his down days. No matter how many times he wore a smile, he could not evade the juncture of life's ups and downs, from when his heart was hurting. In this state, it was easy to refuse anything and any word given, but somehow, Athena managed to coax the boy.

Shiva had the lion cornered. Observing from the cliff, Naga Shiva—who was filled with ecstasy for retaliation, imagining that victory was hers—nearly lolled onto her side from a weight of disappointment almost taking her body. The same as in her mind. That foolish cub can't do it. Those thoughts brought a scowl to her face as she watched the two.

He can't fight his own brother. To think it was a simple, sentimental thing. As much resentment as she held for the baby Gold Saint, coiling her jaws around him might've been equivalent to killing prey wrought by illness. It would only be necessary for the King and Queen's goals, but would leave Shiva with perhaps disdain to have her revenge.

"Isn't this not belittling of your stature, boy? The Leo Gold Saint." Shiva's voice hissed with a subtle edge as she was reduced to a useless heckler, a critic. That would be something for the archives: An almighty soldier of Athena, a Gold Saint, falls in war due to his feelings. He knew siblings fought: Back home, in that rural Indian village, Shir and Tabaqui would duel with tree branches. Shir was overcome by memories of imitating the hero, Hakuman, swinging his tree branch to defeat the world's impurities. It would not prepare them to face a real threat, however, nor this fateful meeting of today. Not when there was no longer a childhood.

Still, Shiva had her reasons to be wrought with disdain for Leo. After all, she was expelled over and over again from Barren Island when she attempted to take Phoenix Ikki's body and spirit. Despite the cloak of a cute young face, the boy still wore a Gold Cloth and was still a threat for unlimited potential. Athena—her master's greatest nemesis—could not have been a fool.

The one Goddess who extended her hand towards a poor boy, she asked him what was most important to him in the world, and if he wanted to save it?

While he clambered back to his feet, Shir Khan began to remember his first meeting with her. Despite Tabaqui's words, the little Leo had to gain the courage to face reality. Eyes that were lightning blue, vivid unlike the surrounding land that was devoid of life, stabbed Tabaqui with a fighting spirit. The older brother winced, and a lash from a leg crossed before him. Low to high, he leaned back and felt air scratch his nose, barely missing the foot that stopped over his head. A leaping Leo?! Shiva continued to watch and she felt her head judder. She may have her fight after all, mocking Shir in her thoughts again as he engaged in an unorthodox style of combat. Or rather, it may have been obvious, considering that Leo was a child. She always heard of the "Lion's Fangs" being bare in the fist of the Leo Gold Saint, and anyone would slowly take in to account that Shir could move with spry dashes, jumps, and even kicks. What Shiva did know was that this kid never moved needlessly and that his attacks were aggressive. She had expected the Underworld to glow from Shir's attacks at any moment.

The speed of light arrived as fast as it left, the surroundings blinking like burning headlights. Once Shir landed and brought a punch toward Tabaqui, the older brother and Specter was suddenly caught in a web of luminous rays, emitting shockwaves batting him in various directions. To which, Shiva suppressed a chuckle, remembering all of the times he reminded the stubborn Yali to not rush in for an act of pitiful revenge against his brother. Now she watched him as a twitching spider in mid-air, and then landing on his face.

"Letting siblings fight one another...you are a true cowardly snake!"

Her contemplations suddenly disturbed, Naga Shiva felt an essence trembling behind her; blossoming like condensed steam inside a kettle that was about to explode. Something that makes her heed with caution; despite that, she still lay languidly on the edge of the cliff.

"If you don't want to spectate, then stand. You're going to die, witch."

She leaned her head, a golden pitted eye as sharp as a knife looking over her shoulder to regard a white figure with violet hair. That white "figure" was the Cloth of the Saint.

"Are you threatening me, Phoenix Ikki?" Rarely anyone murmured that name with ease.