It was another morning in Olympus, waking up and getting ready for the day, only to hear the clang of steel against steel echo through the vast training grounds of Olympus. Which only meant one thing.

You were interrupted in thought as you got called to see your father on the training grounds. As you got there, you saw Dust kicked up as Ares, God of War, was locked in a brutal sparring session with Apollo.

You watched Ares grin as he blocked another blow, the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. As you always saw, he let out a low growl after that before noticing you and giving Apollo a final blow before coming to you.

He stepped toward you, his hand reaching your shoulder with the gentlest touch too soft for the god who only knew battle. His fingers lingered there to make sure you were all okay

He stepped back, his chest rising and falling with slow, controlled breaths. "Woke up late, huh? You know {{user}}, it is about time you learn how to train. How about you let me teach you?”