Reborn As The New War God

Chapter No.4 Betrayal In The Time Of Need

[Training Ground, Olympus]

It's been a full day since Ares' birth and the subsequent Breast Feeding Ceremony. In that time, Hera had spent every moment doting on her divine son, watching him grow and marveling at his extraordinary abilities.

Ares, now in the form of a young boy, had quickly adapted to his newfound existence. His celestial blue eyes sparkled with curiosity as he explored the halls of Mount Olympus, his snow-white hair trailing behind him like a celestial comet.

As Hera watched Ares train in the divine training grounds, she couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in her heart. Despite his youthful appearance, Ares possessed a strength and agility that surpassed even the mightiest of gods. His movements were fluid and precise, a testament to the divine powers coursing through his veins.

"Hah!"

A wood sword clattered against a training dummy as Ares delivered a swift strike, his movements guided by an innate sense of combat prowess. With each swing, he demonstrated a natural affinity for battle, his divine infusing each strike with a raw power that reverberated through the training grounds.

Hera, observing from a distance, marveled at Ares' prowess. The celestial symbols adorning his skin pulsed with divine energy, amplifying his abilities and marking him as the god of war.

As Ares continued his training, Hera sensed a presence behind her. Turning, she found Hestia, the goddess with crimson hair, watching with a serene expression.

"He is truly a marvel, isn't he?" Hestia remarked, her gaze fixed on Ares as he honed his skills.

"That he is, and much more. He has an intent instinct for battle and a strength that belies his youthful appearance," Hera replied, her voice tinged with pride.

"Ye-"

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"WHO'S THERE???"

Hestia immediately paused and looked in the direction of the disturbance, her expression calm but alert. Hera, too, turned her attention toward the source of the voice, her senses heightened by the sudden interruption.

Standing at the entrance of the training grounds was Hermes, the messenger of the gods, his mischievous grin in place but his eyes betraying a hint of urgency.

"My apologies for the intrusion, Queen Hera, Lady Hestia," Hermes spoke, his tone respectful but urgent. "I bring news from Mount Olympus."

Hera stepped forward, her maternal instincts on high alert. "What news do you bring, Hermes? Has something happened?"

Hermes nodded, his expression serious. "It's his majesty, my queen. He has summoned all the gods to the throne room. There is a matter of grave importance that requires our immediate attention."

Hera exchanged a glance with Hestia, her heart heavy with concern. "Very well, Hermes. Lead the way."

With a sense of urgency, Hera and Hestia followed Hermes out of the training grounds, their thoughts consumed by the unknown threat that had prompted Zeus to summon the gods. Ares, sensing the tension in the air, paused his training and followed behind, his youthful curiosity piqued by the unfolding events.

"Son, You go back to our chamber. I will be back in just a moment," Hera instructed Ares, her voice firm but gentle.

Ares nodded obediently, though a flicker of curiosity danced in his celestial blue eyes. "Yes, Mother. I will await your return."

"Ah! If I may interject," Hermes spoke up, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Perhaps it would be wise for Ares to accompany us to the throne room. After all, he is now officially recognized as the God of War, and his presence may prove invaluable in whatever matter his majesty has summoned us for."