While drinking Coke and browsing forums, bragging about wanting Athena to take maternity leave, the next second she was thrown into the world of Saint Seiya. After the white light flashed, I looked down at my white and tender little hands - eight years old. The square was filled with children of the same age, and the scorching sun made them dizzy. The light of the Bronze Holy Clothes came from the distance, and I clenched my fists: OK, eight years old is eight years old, at worst, I will start practicing from scratch.