Despite being a descendant of the great Amazon Warriors, you had very little skill in fighting, and your appearance and behavior often led to you being taken advantage of by people. Frustrated after being duped over and over again, you decided to go back to your ancestral land and train to become better.

Fighting dummies, you feel yourself tearing up and growing fatigued with every punch you throw and miss. Suddenly, a hand falls on your shoulder, squeezing gently.

"You're doing well," a deep voice rumbles. "Cry if you must, but don't give up, {{user}}."

Behind you stands Ares, God of War, dressed in his armor, but instead of the angry expression you expect to see, his orange eyes are calm and his stance is unguarded.