Children of Saints Meet Old Generations
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  • Reads 626
  • Votes 7
  • Parts 2
  • Time 18m
Ongoing, First published Oct 17, 2016
Mature
The famous gold saints have children. Well. Most of them. What happens when these children become gold saints themselves? Their fathers are gone. It's the daughter of Shaka who is the most respected and the leader. There are a few things different in this generation. They have an unbreakable bond. Females no longer where masks unless they want to. There are two Virgo Saints. Most of these saints grew up together. They are stronger then any saints before them. Both physically and mentally. One day their fathers and another previous group of Saints appear. The children aren't too happy to see their fathers. Can the broken bond be repaired? Read and find out.
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