Ares ventured to the training ground, seeking the familiar forms of his parents. He was a young man, adorned with soft, snowy ears and a luxurious mane of hair cascading down his back. With a calm and regal gait, he mimicked the adults around him, hands positioned behind him, embodying their poise. The air crackled with tension, punctuated by the rhythmic clang of swords meeting in fierce battle. A subtle smile played at the corners of his lips as he paused at a respectful distance. Before him, two indomitable generals—husband and wife—battled in a spirited sparring match, each equally matched and resolute, unwilling to concede victory easily. Ares felt the electric intensity of their duel seep into him, every muscle taut and alive, as beads of sweat traced paths down his skin. They circled one another, entwined in a mesmerizing dance of steel.

“Mom! Dad!” Ares called out, the innocent lilt of his voice shattering the charged atmosphere. Instantly, the tension melted away; they stepped back, synchronously sheathing their swords.

“Today, our young student has returned to us early. How were your studies, little fox?” The general’s face brightened with a smile as Jing Yuan approached to ruffle Ares’s hair.