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THANK YOU! Your Words Inspire Me! I have no words to thank you enough. My PayPal account is "asrariel@gmail.com". In fact, I planned that the total amount of "Melting Point" is 8 volumes. It has only progressed to Volume 1. In Volume 2, the narrator will turn to Shun. It's a long journey, but I will draw everything to the end even if it takes 10 years.

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Melting Point - A Hyoga-centric story focusing on his past, his emotional struggles and his relationships. Part 3!

I was given permission by the artist to translate! My plans to pay for a translation were put on hold, so this is a rough translation and the translation can be read below the pages.

The artist can be found on ss-melting-point and xeenaste.

Read more here.

It didn't take long before I realized the reality.

How much would it be in time? Ten minutes? Twenty minutes?

The older brother was the first to realize the reality.

When I came back to where everyone was, across the forest path, there was already a commotion.

Rather than giving protection to his weak brother, God pushed him to the edge of a cliff.

They said the place where his brother tried to change him to was another hell.  His brother was devoted even to the last minute.  He was caught in a desperate attempt to save his younger brother. 

After being disciplined, I heard that he was sent to the place where his younger brother should have gone. 

To the place where no one has returned, has returned to their senses.

Strong will couldn’t overcome anything in reality.  God's protection did not come down, even though he had a good heart.  ...what went wrong?  Was there a reason for it?

If I had the strength, could it have been different?

The reality was, without any reply, standing silently in the form of a towering wall. As if it seemed to care nothing about the helpless beings below. Still, I could see one thing.

If there was a power that transcends humans If I had the power of those saints At least that I could have crossed this wall

Even a flower with a heart could not prevent it from withering.

By the time the flowers I received were completely withered, I was stepping on the land of Siberia.

I was given a home, even though I had no connection with them. I got a respectable teacher, and I made a friend who shared everything. Even under harsh circumstances, words worked. I was no longer a stranger.

As if intoxicated with growing power, the dream of meeting my mother swelled and my memories in Japan were blurred.

The training was tough and difficult, but nothing I couldn’t overcome.

Even if I hit my limit, I could solve it with the guidance of my teacher and the encouragement of my friend.

Isaac, my age, was a tremendous pillar of strength. He never faltered and accepted all of me.

Even when I revealed my intention to become a saint, he was initially angry but eventually understood.

Everything went smoothly. Almost like a dream. That's probably why. Reality gave me a cold warning because I was tempted by optimism. I should have remembered that terrible wall.

Reality appeared this time as a deep and cold sea. It swallowed up a precious friend who was like my alter ego.

As if there's no such thing as a sweet reality, anywhere.

As if you shouldn't be drunk in a hasty dream...

Yakov: One is dead after all.

Yakov: The mother showed up with two babies in our town. Yakov: I wonder if there was nothing to eat. Yakov: When Hyoga and Camus were away, we scared them off somehow. Yakov: A person I met earlier saw her carrying only one baby, so I was wondering what happened. Yakov: One of them was dead here... Hyoga: Bear cub... ?

Hyoga: Did it starve to death? Yakov: I guess so. If it came all the way to my town during this time, it’d be on the wrong side of the wrong way. Yakov: They say it's hard to hold out until summer if you have two babies. Yakov: It’s sad to hear, but we can’t help it now. Hyoga: Can't help it...

Yakov: That happens in this sort of place. Yakov: If one does something wrong, they die, it's the same as a person or an animal. Yakov: It was unlucky, I guess. Hyoga: …...Are you going to leave it behind? Yakov: No, I need to report it to the authorities. It's a protected animal. Yakov: He said if they misunderstand that someone killed it in our village, it's a big deal, so you have to show them yourself. Yakov: I need to bring them in and confirm it. Yakov: Let's go back to the town.

(Whisk)

Yakov: What? Yakov: What's wrong? You don't want to go? Hyoga: They’re on the look out... Yakov: Oh... Yakov: Then, you can stay on guard until we get here.

Yakov: Let's go! (crackup) Yakov: I'll be right back—!!!

… … I realize every time this happens. The coolness that fits this land lies within Yakov as well.

Does this land teach in such a way? This cold land makes even a child indifferent to death. Yakov said the same thing about Isaac. He was unlucky. There was nothing I could of done. There was nothing I could of done. Is this the mindset that Camus says has to be learned from this land?

No. Perhaps not. I, with power, should not sound like an ordinary person. Face the reality? Saying that it can't be helped... do you just want to accept it? Wasn't it the power of a Saint's to reach beyond that? Beyond reality. Realizing the impossible in reality. Miracles.

That is the power and duty of Saints. That's what I learned.

Can one say that the power to look at life like this is a miracle? If you transcend reality and you can't save anyone, it's just a stunt. What's different from the mysterious farce …... The uselessness of my abilities The extent to which the body is decorated to mourn the souls of the dead.

… No, even that would be undeserved Rather than saving someone, I killed my dear friend— Do I deserve to mourn someone's death?

More than I----

Ah... Yeah...

The question on my mind at that time That helplessness

At that time, I was clearly realizing on the spot. Strong will cannot melt cold reality, That God's grace does not come down even to a good soul.

No matter how much I tried to decorate it with hopeful modifiers, my reality was only revealed as the naked face it was by removing them every time.

The father whom Mama praised was nothing but garbage, just like this one’s tearful sacrifice ended in a farce. Isaac would be sacrificed instead of me...! I might have been different if I had the power? Because it's the power of miracles?

Was I really trying to overcome this monster with such vague expectations?

Against such a towering and ruthless creature... !

...Now I know what Camus means.

If I don't face the reality, the real meaning of me dying next time. Even if those birds can cross the wall, they can't reach the sun.

....Even if you have power.

Even if you break down this wall with a force that transcends humans— Reality appears in front of your eyes again and again.

Unexpected And always ugly...

Tatsumi: What was that! Tatsumi: How dare you throw accusations at the lady’s orders?!

Shun: It's not an accusation, it's a protest against unfair demands. Shun: The only duty given to us was to become saints and bring the cloths to Japan. Shun: There weren’t any orders to participate in a weird competition. Shun: You guys have gotten a big head now, right? Shun: I'm simply telling you the truth.

Tatsumi: Where do you get off-! Saori: Tatsumi! Tatsumi: What?! Miss! Saori: I'm having a conversation. Who said it was okay to cut in? Tatsumi: Yes, excuse me!

Soari: … let's just calm down listen to the reason why you're refusing. Saori: Oh, before that,

Saori: First of all, let's celebrate your miraculous safe return, right?

Saori: Saint of Andromeda

There is another reality that has long been ignored.

Goodness Beauty Things that give the value of existence even to a weak life But they can't be weapons to withstand the brutal blades of reality.

I realized that fact even if I didn't learn it thoroughly. Even before I got older. All of those who passed away in my life were such beings.

Rather, because it is beautiful, the reality is that it tempts people to its vulnerability. These flowers are also pulled out of the ground for the same reason, used by others, and withered in other places.

But when his flower withered, I tried not to think of it. I didn't want to think.

When it comes to mind, it becomes an undeniable reality.

That guy was terribly weak.

Even in a safe mansion, he could not live without his brother's protection. There is no way to avoid death if you are plucked from the land you grew up in.

Even I had to overcome countless hardships in Siberia.

Because he knew that fact better than anyone else, his brother caused such a commotion.

If he went to a land called hell, how long would he have survived? One week? One month?

Maybe it was before the flower he gave me withered.

I had to accept it long ago. The fact that the dead must be sent to the world to which the dead belong.

Now is the time to unshackle it. The regret that I might have saved them if I had done something The compassion for life that is dying because it is innocent

Even the warmth of the last hand I held... …yes. Warmth. I never let them go because of my selfish greed of not wanting to forget that warmth.

Ironically, it was Mama who reminded me of that fact. Mama waited for me as beautiful as she was seven years ago, Though that illusion was only temporary. With her cold hands, she was saying something different. Even if we can meet those who died by miracle again

You can't bring back the warmth.

If, as Master said, I can’t be heartless because I’m caught by the dead, There is something to be done prior to carrying out the order of Sanctuary.

Waking up from a dream.

No more suffering from the death of a weak life,  In order not to hesitate to give death  I’ll throw away my far-fetched dream that I couldn't let go of for a long time.

In the frozen heart that the Master spoke of-

There is no need for warmth.

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Final Part here!

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Melting Point - A Hyoga-centric story focusing on his past, his emotional struggles and his relationships. Part 4!

I was given permission by the artist to translate! My plans to pay for a translation were put on hold, so this is a rough translation and the translation can be read below the pages.

The artist can be found on ss-melting-point and xeenaste.

Read more here.

Aphrodite: You’re pretty mean to Camus...

Saga: It is known he treats his disciple like a son. Saga: That's why. There's no better way to test loyalty. Saga: It's a perfect weakness to hold and shake. Saga: Camus has never disobeyed me. Saga: ...but he never promised loyalty. Aphrodite: ...

Saga: If you can't figure out what's inside, Saga: You'll have to make it flow. Aphrodite: ...you ordered Abraham to give Isaac Aphrodite: But isn't it a bit too much for him? Saga: ...what do you mean

Aphrodite: Unfortunately, Abraham had two sons. Aphrodite: But he already lost one in an accident. Aphrodite: Would he offer the remaining one to the altar finely?

Aphrodite: The father is acting like ice on the outside, Aphrodite: But the inside is quite warm...

Saga: If you are dissatisfied, you can go be rid of them.

(spash-) ……

Saga: There are still useless idiots who can't figure out the situation. Saga: With or without Athena, the sanctuary is running perfectly under my control. Saga: Yes, my strength is the power of ministry… ! Saga: I'll get rid of anyone who tries to disobey me with justification even if it's a Gold Saint. Saga: The war against Hades is just around the corner. Saga: Even if our power decreases, it is better than unusable pawns. Saga: So you should cut the buds in advance for any impurities that may cause internal strife.

Aphrodite: … That's why Deathmask left for Orobong.

Saga: Good. 

Aphrodite: So who do I kill? Aphrodite: Your Majesty the Pope - Milo: ...that there was Aphrodite? Camus: Yeah.

Camus: He may have been out of sight. But you can’t fool the scent. Camus: No matter how faint, I know the unique scent of roses right next door. Milo: By the way… Why is that a problem? Milo: It's not unlike Aphrodite to hover around him like a pope's secretary for a day or two. Camus: It's not a problem in itself. Camus: But being there today... It’s something to take note of. Camus: As you know, Aphrodite is said to be the Pope's guardian Gestapo. Camus: If it’s the Pope's order, it doesn't matter whether it's low, ordinary people, or even children. Camus: Even though such a guy was waiting next to him, the Pope pressed me to send the fledgling Hyoga Camus: What does that mean?

Camus: The pope tested my loyalty on the pretext of purging impure people. Camus: He even warned me not to do anything wrong, since he took my beloved pupil as hostage. Milo: ....what. Milo:............loyalty? Warning? What did you do? Milo: Wait, what did you do?? Milo: You don't even get out of Siberia. Milo: Is this a joke? Milo: Are they implying you’re starting to rebel? Milo: Aren’t you the only one who doesn't come to the sanctuary? You've been acting real weird. What's been going on with you? Camus: It's true that I’ve been vague.  Milo: That's not the problem! Do you want to be cool in the midst of this?! Milo: It's been a while since I've had a drink, and I'm so drunk. Damn it!

Camus: Why are you getting so riled up? Milo: Their suspicion is making an innocent person suffer! They have serious mental issues if they are suspecting you. Milo: They really don’t have any better suspects than the Golden stick-in-the -mud, prude? Camus: That sounds like an insult to me. Milo: But am I wrong? Milo: Is the Japanese case enough of an issue for the Pope to interfere? It is not uncommon for civilians to get upset with only vague rumors about the Saints. This could have been taken care of easily by a few Bronzes or Silvers. Why is the mighty Pope being so defensive?

Camus: There could be an unexpected twist somewhere.

Camus: Making him nervous- Camus: Being? - Aphrodite: Andromeda…?

Saga: Yes. Saga: The one who should be tied to the island became approved as a Saint and left the island. Saga: There’s even word that his destination is among those in the mutinous chaos.  Saga: In other words, the suspicion that Athena survived and was in Japan was correct, and the girl is likely ……. it’s really her. Saga: In the end, "he" is going according to his words.

Aphrodite: Then I'll go and remove it myself.– Saga: No, if it's real, you must be careful. Saga: No matter how young she is, Athena is the goddess of wisdom. Saga: The first thing you need to do is figure out how much they’ve grown and what they’re plotting. Saga: It's not a common wager, given that it dominates the Far East politics and media. Saga: I was laying the game board in a direction I didn't think about. Saga: It’s impossible to have a face-to-face match, so we are setting traps to reveal the true nature. Saga: Any weak point of ours will be justification.  Saga: I'm sure they'll come into contact with other insurgents and induce a rebellion from inside. Saga: So we shouldn't come forward and provide the excuse.

Aphrodite: What about Camu's disciple? Saga: It's just a rotten apple. Saga: That's enough to throw him into the other apples that the shoplifter gathered. Saga: We place him as a divide, saying that the bronze saints are traitors, and the goddess is a fake. Saga: It's not a war, it's a political game. Saga: The goddess saw it right. Organizations whose cause is shaken, are broken by infighting. Saga: A traitor from the inside out and self-destruct is the best outcome from our point of view. Aphrodite: Well... the goddess won’t be pleased that you’re repaying her wisdom. Saga: Clavum clavo pellere, Saga: This is a classic trick with no particular wisdom. Saga: Distrust is a good weapon. There's no other weapon that works as beautifully.  Saga: Thank you for letting us know what we should be most careful about.

( “clavum clavo pellere” = “fight fire with fire” in Latin )

Saga: Though, we shouldn’t waste our energy on useless things. Saga: The Athena case ends in the Bronze Line, and even if you were generous, perhaps with a Silver Saint or two. Saga: The real threat is not Athena, who has her group of Bronzes, but Hades, who will be advancing with about a hundred Specter troops. Saga: Until then, we must clean up the internal feudal forces and leave only those who will serve the temple faithfully with their lives. Deathmask's journey to Orobong is also in that context. Aphrodite: ...then what am I to do? Saga: Andromeda

Saga: Albiore is playing the island as a fortress, ignoring my calls, disobeying the orders. Saga: He was told to keep the boy in the island, but he made him a saint and sent him on his way? Saga: It seems the only way one could get results is by showing your hand. Saga: ……. What do you think? As the person in charge there. Aphrodite: ….He wants to die, is there any reason for me to hesitate to kill him.

Saga: ……….. Saga: ……..That's right. Saga: Take responsibility and handle it. Aphrodite: ...Grandmaster.

Saga: This is not war but a political game...

Saga: But a god interfering with the game board feels disgustingly unfair.

Saga: I thought I had followed all the rules faithfully, biased as they were, but they allowed my warrior to defect.

Saga: So this is the interference by Ananke** that was foretold.

Saga: You have bragged that if any thread spun by Moirai** is broken, she can fix it again.

Saga: Don’t make me laugh! I am the first Pope in history to defeat the goddess.

Saga: The weight of my fate is as heavy as that of the gods of Olympus.

Saga: If I feared the fates I would never have aimed my sword at the goddess.

Saga: I have prepared for all possibilities.

Saga: This is also an expected situation. I am the one controlling the gameboard.

(**Anake: the personification of inevitability, compulsion and necessity. She is customarily depicted as holding a spindle.)

(**Moirai: The Fates, were the three goddesses of destiny in Greek mythology. They were Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos. They controlled the life and destiny of everyone.)

Saga: They said he was destined to become a weakness of the goddess. Saga: I will give you plenty of time to build up your relationship. Saga: But Saga: Don't forget that the key is in my hand. Saga: Hades

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Melting Point - A Hyoga-centric story focusing on his past, his emotional struggles and his relationships. Part 2!

I was given permission by the artist to translate! My plans to pay for a translation were put on hold, so this is a rough translation and the translation can be read below the pages.

The artist can be found on ss-melting-point and xeenaste.

Read more here.

Guard: He’s requesting you to enter. Milo: ......?

[The Pope]

Camus: ...What? Camus: Assassination by my disciple? Pope: Yes. Wipe out all Japanese insurgents.

Pope: You’re hesitating... this isn’t like you. Pope: Is it an objection? Camus: No. Camus: I just haven’t given him the Cloth... Pope: Didn't you say his ability surpasses that of other bronzes? Pope: Give it to him and dispatch.

Camus: … Unfortunately, there is still work to be done in terms of being able to perform the mission. Pope: Lack of heartlessness... Pope: Maybe it's a golden opportunity Camus: What… ? Pope: In the case of proving ruthlessness, is there a more appropriate job than eliminating acquaintances?

Pope: It was from your own insistence that we recognized him as a Saint without a Cloth. Pope: It's my turn this time. Give him his Cloth and send him to Japan. Pope: Even if it ends without proving heartlessness, it will be at least an opportunity for training. Pope: Are you still dissatisfied? Camus: ... I'll give him the order.

Camus: ....... Milo: What is it? Camus: ...It smells like

The suspicious atmosphere in Sanctuary was enough to give Isaac unease and warn me about it a year ago.

Only the Pope can get Camus to do something different from his true intentions... Is there something going on between the Pope and my Master?

Yakov: ... Hyoga Yakov: Hyoga~~~~~~ Hyoga: Yeah? Yakov: Does it bother you? Hyoga: What?

Yakov: The ones who need to be killed Yakov: were your childhood friends Yakov: Aren’t you worried about that? Yakov: So if you explain the situation to Mr. Camu- Hyoga: Don't be mistaken, Yakov. Yakov: Uh.. Hyoga: Friends? Hyoga: Them...?

Hyoga: You must be kidding. Hyoga: There were only those who would pounce at any weakness. Hyoga: I didn’t even want to return to get rid of it (???) Hyoga: Why do you think I haven’t gone back? Hyoga: They are those kind of people. It was such a place. Hyoga: It comes to mind after a long time. That camp-like mansion.

Snowflakes...

...That's right It's been a long time since I’ve seen it snow... I can see it now this year...

The young lady is coming in. Get ready.

Yakov: So, were there only people who harassed Hyo-ga? Yakov: Wasn't there anyone you were close to? Really? Hyoga: Does it matter? Yakov: It's too much... there should be at least someone you want to see

Hyoga: Someone I want to see...

If I wanted to see who has survived and returned, everyone will be there. It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t curious about the survival rate of 1 in 10 But honestly, I'm not very confident someone could recognize who I am by looking at my face. 7 years. Enough time to forget those who have no affection. Moreover, memories of childhood Except for a few that remain in my mind, most of them are vague images. It's not a pleasant memory to remember.

A man who couldn't be found with a compassionate heart A spoiled granddaughter under his care One of the idiots who ran around saying that the granddaughter was pretty The gangs hanging around with that idiot every day The guy who fought when he had a run-in with that gang A butler who knew like a ghost when a fight broke out The guy who was nagging like a class leader every time The guy who always hung around him... These are the only impressions. Memories that aren't worth making out

Besides, in my case, there was a fundamental problem trying to make memories. Attendant: *in Russian* Excuse me. Hyoga: What is it? Attendant: The train arrives at Irkutsk. Attendant: Can I recover the bedding? Hyoga: Yes, please.

Because I was barely speaking Japanese, I had a thick obstacle in the wall of language.

That's not all. Different appearances, differences in the growing environment, differences in living habits, differences in the way of thinking. In the world of young children, "different" meant "strange". At first, it was considered strange, until "different" became the target of ridicule. Even if a fight broke out, I couldn't explain, so the responsibility came back to me. Because I was different from everyone, because I couldn't communicate, I became so isolated.

To be honest, it didn't matter if I was isolated. I didn't want to get along with anyone there anyway. Except for one person —

Except for one person— ... there was. One person--

Hyoga Do you know what this is? The lady said it’s a flower blooming in a warm place. But it’s called a Snowflake Amazing Have you seen such a flower in your country? I really wanted to show you

I'll give you this as a gift. The person I want to see—

Just one person—

Hyoga: Gift? Shun: Yep, a farewell present. Cause I'm leaving first... Shun: Hyoga said he’s going to where the place where Mama is, right? Hyoga: Yes...

That sounds wonderful. Hyoga wanted to go back to where Mama was. I wish I could bring it to Mama. You said you liked flowers a lot. ... ... But you’re still not smiling, Hyoga.

**(Hyoga still speaks poorly in Japanese)

Hyoga: Smile? Hyoga: Breaking up? Shun: It's not... it's not. Hyoga: A gift because I wasn't laughing? Shun: That's not it... Ikki: Shun-! Ikki: Where are you, Shun! Shun: Ah ... It's my brother.

(”breaking up” instead of “you’re leaving”)

Ikki: Shun--! Shun: Sorry, I have to go now. Shun: I'm on my way--!

(abstract noise, grab)

Goodbye Goodbye 

(Dasvidanya) "See you again"

... It came to my mind. I don't want to think about it if I can. That boy I buried over a distant memory... When I think of him, I feel another kind of helplessness.

Could it have been that he and I were friends?

We didn't communicate well, and moreover, we couldn’t converse well with our words.

It’s true that we were interested in each other for better or worse. In the end, we couldn't close the distance we had when we first met. And the reason was mostly with me. That hand caught on impulse the day he left. If I had held out this hand from the beginning, would something have changed? Just like Isaac gave me his hand without hesitation, if I had Like Isaac, I wonder if I could have been close friends with him.

an unreached hand an unsaid remark unshared, lost time

Every time I reflect on the past, I dream of a lost possibility. But when I come back to reality, I realize the irony. No matter how you change the past, there is no difference between him and Isaac by now.

A relationship lost by my wrong choice No matter how much I miss you, I will never see you again in my life.

Neither Isaac nor you.

He was weak.

A frail appearance, weak stamina He even shed a lot of tears, so he was teased a lot more than I was. Luckily, he had a brother who was a few years older.

The older brother, who was too sincere, seemed to regard his younger brother's aftercare as his mission. Not only was he devoted to stopping the other children from bullying every time... When he found out that his brother’s training ground was such a dangerous place, he was devoted enough to swap with him right away.

His fragile younger brother was able to live without much trouble, under the protection of his older brother until then...

It couldn't have gone on forever.

The departure of his brother was a very calm scene, contrary to people's expectations.  As if he going to a relative's house for a few days.

We took it for granted that we would meet again without any basis. Although they had already been severely disadvantaged, they underestimated the harsh reality. His brother was naive enough to overcome everything with his will. I was foolish enough to believe that the god who led me thus far was giving them his blessing.

We didn’t know it would be the last face he’s showing I had no doubts about his well-being. Didn't God have his brother stop him from being almost sent to hell?

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Part 3 here

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Read This Please

I was going to use a bonus for paying for a proper translator but financial strain happened so that was put on hold. 

Plus as I was gathering the script to make it easier for the translator I didn’t notice the doujin was like 100+ pages... which will probably make it kind of pricey when I finally hand the script/doujin over to translate and while I was okay with paying a set amount, it doesn’t seem possible at the moment.

I still wanted to share though as it’s my most favorite doujin, so I set out to attempt a passable translation. I used about three different translation sites to check for the best versions of sentences and did my best. Hopefully I could do a proper translation someday.

I don’t have the skills or patience to edit in the English words, so the translation can be read below the manga pages. It’s a rough translation but it should be readable.

A few people on a translate subreddit were nice enough to help me on things I was stuck on.

I asked for permission from the artist to translate and share the results.

You can find the artist’s work on this tumblr account ss-melting-point, and more work on xeenaste.tumblr.com.

You can find the doujin in it’s entirety here. https://asteron.postype.com/post/3982338

You can also find it on their deviantart account.

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Melting Point - A Hyoga-centric story focusing on his past, his emotional struggles and his relationships. Part 1!

I was given permission by the artist to translate! My plans to pay for a translation were put on hold, so this is a rough translation and the translation can be read below the pages. 

The artist can be found on ss-melting-point and xeenaste.

Read more here.

At this time... if she comes out here to get food, it’s likely only one baby will survive. ...Since death comes so simply in this land A world that cannot live by responding sentimentally to each life. So one has to learn thoroughly...

How to become numb to it.

Whenever the tide and the ebb intersect in any sea, there is a time for the current to stop. The process comes in as short as 30 minutes, an hour at most, and four times a day. Even this place, notorious for its strong current, becomes as quiet as a lie during such a period. I was trying to find Isaak’s remains, but he was nowhere to be found.

On this land, on this sea, I am always helpless.

I wanted the power to go beyond man to face that impotence. I've continued to train for a long time and finally achieved it... But in the end it didn't mean anything in my life.

I believed that if I could break that thick ice and enter this place, my life would be different after I passed that test.

That I’ll take her body out and find her safe.

I even thought of paying off my debt by using the undeserved power in my hand gained through self-interest, from now on to save lives.

But the reality is— Once again, someone's life just disappeared on my behalf. Mother's rest was here from the beginning.

It was impossible.

My life so far was headed here as if it were planned. It was never a coincidence.

When I first heard of saints, I was honestly dubious. Is there really such a thing?

When I arrived in Japan and found out that all the children there had gathered to become saints, this coincidence was amazing.

But when I was designated for Siberia, I started thinking about fate for the first time.

Mama, who was as good and devoted as anyone. 

God certainly couldn't have left such a mother alone. That's why he was trying to send me to Mama. 

All of this is a destiny set by God-- 

... I had thought so

Thoughts that were possible as a child...  It’s not a grandiose door to test my faith. It's not even a place to confirm my destiny.

Simple ice holes, simple ice seashore, I was delusional, and I was searching for hope.

It was right to think of it as the entrance to the underworld if I was to give it a proper meaning.

Below this is the world of death A world frozen in place after swallowing my precious people  A world that seems to hold the moment to its fullest  The only thing that is allowed to the living is to simply watch.  I had hope for that. 

Maybe it was just bringing me back, that which couldn't kill me when I was younger--

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Camus: It is dangerous to give meaning to the phenomenon. There is no will to the phenomenon. When you give meaning to repeated coincidences, delusions begin. 

Camus: Hyoga, I have always taught you to see reality calmly.

If your delusions are true, was it God's guidance that you lost your mother as a child?  Is it inevitable that you lost Isaac? Is it a fixed fate?  You want to blame Isaac's death on that place? 

It was an accident that Isaac died. I don't intend to blame you for that. But if you don't learn a lesson after that, the story is different. Take it as it is. 

A cool head comes from facing reality.

Camus: Be cold like that permanent ice wall, Hyoga Camus: Otherwise, the next person to die will really be you.

The teacher is right. He was always right But after filtering out the delusions, a cruel reality appears. The reason the people dear to me died was the same. Reason to save me--

The reason they tried to save me was-- Because I am helpless...

...I want to be strong...

So that I won't be swung over by pathetic delusions Like this creepy and cold world displayed under ice With frozen hearts and frozen eyes So that I won’t shed a single tear even at someone’s death ...no

So that no one will ever die for me again So that I can protect someone with my own strength

I want to be strong

Yakov, I don't have time to talk to you. Go back if you don't have business.

Yakov: Oh right. I forgot  Yakov: A letter came for Hyoga.

Hyoga: It must have come from the Grad Foundation in Tokyo anyway.  Hyoga: No matter how much I’m pressed, I have no intention of going to such a performance contest.

Yakov: No, the origin is from Greece.

What...?!

Wow Wow This is the cross of the Cygnus... The more I see it, the more amazing it is... Hyoga... Wow...

Yakov: Hyo-ga, can I touch this? Hyoga: Do it in moderation, Yakov. It's not a toy Yakov: Eh~~  Yakov: Anyway, you’re supposed to go to Tokyo. You're going to fight in the contest with this? Yakov: I want to see... Hyoga: Fight? Hyoga: I'm going to kill them all.

Yakov: Kill-?! Yakov: Why?! Hyoga: 'Cause the order of assassination came from the sanctuary. Yakov: So you kill people?! Hyoga: Yakov... You have forgotten. Hyoga: I am a saint. The world in which we live in is different Yakov: Still, it's murder... Hyoga: I can't do much, Hyoga: As long as you’re a saint, the order of sanctuary is absolute. Hyoga: Besides, this directive is in Camus’s handwriting.

Hyoga: Prior to the sanctuary, it was a command from Camus. How can I disobey... Yakov: Hyoga... Hyoga: But it's strange... something feels unusual.

Hyoga: —Call from the sanctuary. Camus: Yeah, an emergency call

Camus: They’re showing suspicious movements in places like Japan and elsewhere Camus: I don't think I can come back for a while, but I'm done for the time being. Camus: Because I had to make a formal report that you qualified as a saint. Hyoga: ...Yeah. Camus: You’re still not ready. (??)

Your skills are already beyond the standard of bronze And you still hesitate... … Is it Isaac? ...... Hyoga... Thinking of the dead, is different from being obsessed with thoughts of the dead.

You will face numerous deaths in the future The death of an enemy, the death of a companion, the death of mere innocents As long as you’re a Saint, they're not accidents, they're inevitable. Sometimes, you may have to hurt a loved one with your own hands. But we, the cold-blooded Saints, do not hesitate to do so Are you going to fall apart every time? Hyoga... Be infinitely cool. So that the heart freezes

Don't forget the coldness of this heart and make it a heart that never melts. Don't be sick of death. Don't hesitate to bring death.  Remember this land, heartless to all life.  An extreme ice floe that never melts-  This place that raised you and me-

Camus: The Cygnus cloth will be given to you when you prove that resolution in any form. Camus: I look forward to coming back.

Hyoga: He was a teacher who had given his word. Hyoga: And you just give me my cloth like this? Hyoga: That Camus...?

( a flashback )

Milo: The disciple was recognized as a Saint, right? Milo: But why didn't you bring him in? Camus: Because he can't wear his Cloth yet. Milo: Huh? Camus: Cloth on hold, granted starting rank as a Saint. Camus: As a frost-handling saint, he's not getting through the last hurdle.

Milo: As always, you're doting on your apprentice. Milo: It's enough to make me cry Camus: Is that how it sounds? Milo: Of course. you gave your student the qualification first because you were worried he'd be discouraged, right? Milo: That's why I said you're too soft Camus: Harsh words.

Camus: He’s a child with a troubled past. Camus: But it can be solved within time. He’s phasing it out. Milo: Nonono Milo: You can’t just take the situation at face value! Milo: What do you think? Leave him to me for once. Camus: No way. Camus: A hot-tempered person like you will lead him into being a fool. Milo: Oh- is that how you see me~? Camus: Don’t you know the meaning of the word “honesty”? 

Milo: Look at this guy~ Milo: He really does love his cute disciple~~ Camus: I would say it's a blunt evaluation Camus: You don't have the personality to cultivate a pupil properly Milo: What cold, heartless man! Milo: And who knows if my methods will work? Milo: What if it works fantastically? Camus: If you’ve never raised a student, shut up. Camus: Is my disciple a toy? Milo: (He was almost my disciple!) Guard: Hey, Camus- Guard: Excuse me- Camus: What is it? Milo: (I knew it, he was just pretending to be cool) (??) Guard: Well... Guard: The Pope ---

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Part 2 Here