In the Battle of Pluto, when the twelve golden saints stood in front of the Wall of Sighs and smiled reassuringly at us, I heard Mu's small universe calling the name of the noble ghost.
"Noble ghost, be brave and don't cry."
Mr. Mu, today, ten years later, the noble ghost has finally returned from the Sahara. Return to Aries Palace and wear the golden holy clothes you left behind.
Mr. Mu, your noble ghost has grown up.
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