A hungry beast had jumped into a sheep pen.
Perhaps even this description couldn't aptly describe the scene before them.
Limited by her lack of years of internet surfing experience, Teacher Tribbie of the current era wasn't yet the "thousand-year-old boomer" who would write things like "Teacher Tribbie is always here~" in her personal signature.
This "inarticulate" Saintess searched her brain for vocabulary for half a day, and in the end, could only come up with one term: Match for Ten Thousand.
But Mr. Aizen was different.
His brain immediately popped out some descriptions perfectly fitting the current combat situation.
Yes.
Gundam! Standing upon the earth,,,,,,!
With the combined power of the three of us, who could possibly withstand a single blow,,,,,,?!
How dare this group of people defy us, who possess the power of a Gundam,,,,,,!
Before, charging seven times in and out of bandit strongholds was just against a rabble. It actually failed to reveal this tiger-lady's true strength.
But now it was perfect.
Blocking the way ahead was a proper regular army. Even if the current classical era didn't have professional soldiers in the strict sense, compared to the vast majority of mobs, these militias formed by local citizens were already considered rare regular forces.
And then...
The result was, the regular army got wrecked too. On the main street, with one glance from Aizen, the regular army of Janusopolis was currently lying all over the long street in disarray, every single one unconscious.
One could only say that young people really had strong internal fire,they could sleep so peacefully even on cold stone slabs.
At the end of the street, to avoid accidental fatalities, the Gundam Unit Seliose had even thoughtfully removed the spearhead. Relying solely on astonishing monstrous strength and that bare spear shaft, she activated Musou Mode in the crowd.
Witnessing this scene.
Mr. Aizen had only endless emotion. Back in the day, Knife-Boy Chen could turn twenty bucks into thirty-seven million. Today, I, Aizen, ran around on two legs for three months to earn a humanoid Gundam. This is also very reasonable, right?
"The three of us are just too strong."
Hearing Aizen's words, the Saintess fell silent for a moment. She didn't know what to say at a time like this. She felt like she was somewhat out of place with these two soon-to-be companions.
One spoke in weird memes.
One was a vanguard rusher.
Did she need to make some changes to effectively integrate into this collective?
But, thinking about it was one thing. In the past twenty years of the Saintess named Tribios's life, her friend count was practically zero. Even more pitiful than the future Little Butterfly (Castorice).
All her knowledge came from books and her mother's oral accounts.
However.
Recalling what her mother had said now, she didn't know how to implement it.
So, after hesitating for a while, the Saintess with very few friends asked Aizen:
"Lord Aizen, what do you think... how can one make true friends? Or rather, how should one interact with friends?"
"How to interact with friends? That would definitely be sarcasm, backstabbing, and coaxing the other party to call you 'Foster Father'."
Huh?
The Saintess's brain crashed for a second. But Aizen immediately burst into laughter.
"That's just joking around after getting familiar... Hmm, if you really want to say it, that sentence is probably more appropriate. 'Enthusiasm must not be extinguished. Have compassion for the weak. Help each other.' Then, everyone within the four seas is a friend. Even if betrayed by this feeling a thousand or a hundred times, do not give up lightly."
"Although I can't do the 'not giving up after being betrayed' part, I admire the person who said that."
"If you want to take the first step, then try to trust the other person first. Introduce yourself to them."
"For example, when this is over, how about calling Seliose 'My Dear Seliose'?"
"My Dear?"
The Saintess raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly, showing a thoughtful expression. A moment later, she suddenly held the hand of the boy beside her. A light that was both gentle and burning swirled in her azure eyes as she looked deeply into his.
Then, a smile blending mature charm and childlike innocence blossomed on her exquisite face. She spoke softly:
"My Dear Aizen, is it like this?"
"Yes, yes, yes! That's the flavor!"
"Then, can you..."
She took a deep breath, then shouted as if using all the strength in her body:
"Form a Flame-Chase Journey with me for a lifetime?!"
Hmm?
No, sis, are you this intense?
You even said "Isshoni" (Together)...
Then of course, the answer is...
Yes!
Why wouldn't I agree to such a good thing? Accept this job, and the favorability rating starts at least at 70 or 80. With a little more operation, won't this enticing beauty be secured?
Although she would shatter into a thousand lolis later, at least right now she was a super red-haired beauty!
Would anyone really refuse this request? No way, no way, no way?!
"Then let's do it for a lifetime! We definitely have to form a Flame-Chase team for a lifetime! The one who lies has to swallow a thousand needles!"
"Okay!"
Both faces were overflowing with excited smiles, feeling genuinely happy for this 'touching' friendship.
...
One person capturing a city.
In this era, this was no different from bringing myth into reality.
Of course.
Even a thousand years later, those who could achieve such a great feat would be few and far between.
Although the matchmaking mechanism of the Amphoreus Region wasn't perfect yet, Seliose was clearly the type of big sister who could easily rush to #1 on the Abyss Leaderboard.
The people below her weren't the type who missed by one point because they didn't restart, or couldn't learn the animation cancel.
It should be said that they were all players with a cliff-like gap in skill.
If one really had to find someone with stats comparable to hers, it would probably only be the few future Combat-Type Demigods, like Hyperion, Castorice, Mydei, and Phainon.
But in this era, the People of the Earth were still hiding in the mountains. The Mountain-Opener partner destined for Rogo was probably still hammering iron in some corner.
In front of Superman Seliose, in this current era, who dared claim invincibility? Who dared say they were undefeated?!
When she had swept away almost the entire old noble faction of Janusopolis, the whole city fell silent, prostrating on the ground in fear, ready to listen to the declaration of the city's new master.
The former Saintess walked up to the stage. Looking at the citizens whose expressions were a mix of confusion and fear, she took a deep breath and declared loudly:
"I am Tribios, a Child of Man with flowing golden blood, the spokesperson of Janus."
"Believers, citizens. Today, I have inherited the mission of the Doorway and the Road. One of the Twelve Titans supporting heaven and earth, the Master of Doorways, has passed away. Henceforth, I shall be the messenger guiding you through the lost path."
"The gods have foreseen my end. I shall inevitably shatter into a thousand pieces, withering on the soil of foreign lands."
"Therefore, I will obey the prophecy and go to foreign lands. To the distant Ladon, Okhema, Dolos... sending news to all people facing the invasion of the Black Tide."
"Seizing the fire seeds of the gods, the Sons of Man with flowing golden blood shall replace the gods, once again supporting the heavens and earth, welcoming a brand new dawn for our homeland."
Hearing the Saintess's declaration, the citizens looked at each other. After a long silence, a scholar staggered to his feet and asked the Saintess with a trembling voice:
"But your companions killed all the nobles. The blood of the temple priests covers the stone steps."
"If you leave us too, where should we go?"
"Demigod of the Doorway, please send down guidance. Grant us fools a revelation."
Hearing this, the Saintess fell silent for a moment. Suddenly, the boy behind her pressed close to her tender body and spoke softly:
"Tell them."
"I will stay here."