Good Instincts 1.3 - ING. VERSIÓN

Viggo's eyes were full of blind fury and the only one looking now was Kratos.

-What's wrong boy?- roared Kratos, standing in front of Viggo in a boxing position.

Viggo let out a furious scream and ran towards Kratos clenching his right fist. A meter from his target, Viggo jumped forward and threw a punch with all the fury in his heart. At the same time, Kratos looked at the boy's eyes and saw how the pupils turned golden. He made a brief smile and took a brief step to the right. Viggo passed by, falling standing in the snow, and slipping to fall on his back. At the same time, Kratos turned to look at him and seeing him lose his balance in a regrettable way that made an expression of boredom.

-Get up- Kratos said, taking a big breath and throwing his guard. He folded his arms and waited for Viggo to react.

Viggo felt his heart calm as he looked at the treetops and the blue sky. His breathing was hectic, but his impulses to attack Kratos were gone along with his fall.

-What are you doing?- roared Kratos -I told you to stand up-

-Yes, sir- replied Viggo and turned to support both hands and make force with his arms to stand up. Then he looked at Kratos standing on the snow and pine trees around him. Viggo looked down somewhat embarrassed and prepared to be reprimanded.

-What have we been talking about?- asked Kratos in a thick, deep voice.

-Fury is aweapon, as long as I control it, and not it to me- Viggo replied in a low voice.

-Respond well- Roared Kratos

Viggo look up at the sky, close my eyes and cry back - Fury is a weapon, as long as I control it, and not it to me-

-So what happened?-

Viggo opened his eyes and looked at Kratos -I was overwhelmed- he said.

Kratos put his hands to his face and rubbed his face -come -he said calmer.

Viggo walk with his head and arms down. The only sounds there were the rustling of snow under his footsteps and the wind howling. Once he gets to a meter from Kratos, he raises his face and look into his eyes. Kratos had a marked rown and a look of disapproval.

Kratos squatted down and waited for Viggo to imitate him in the gesture. Once Viggo squatted down, Kratos looked them in the eye and then looked at the ground covered by a faint layer of snow.

-This is you- kratos said, stretching his rough index finger into the snow and drawing a circle -your power, the force within you, is activated by that strong feeling of fury then he draws a dot inside the circle -yet fury is just your ignition engine. Try to remember how you feel to learn to control it. Over time you will realize that your power does not come from fury, but from your ability to control that feeling. Guide him, I know what you're going through. Uncertainty and pain scare you, right? However, if you let that feeling get out of control, you will feel twice as much pain and fear.

-You make it sound easy- said Viggo, looking away.

-That's what we're training for, kid. To control that fear and pain, I also have a lot of questions in my head, just like you. Many that never had an answer, but if we manage to focus our power and discipline ourselves, we can move forward-

Viggo let out a sigh and looked at Kratos. The latter saw the fear in the boy's eyes and saw himself reflected. Fear guides fury as a natural response to self-protection. However, fear fogs judgment and turns us into beasts.

-Come on- Kratos said -again- Then he stood up and looked at Viggo as if challenging him.

-Okay- replied Viggo, stood up and took a combat posture. Kratos also stood on guard, looking like an immovable mountain in front of him. However, Viggo felt more confident as he remembered the feeling of fury in his heart. At the same time, his eyes burned and his chest went up and down agitated. Then he threw himself head-on, clenched his right fist, and threw a powerful punch at the ribs. Kratos endured the attack with his left arm. At the same time, he joined force in his right fist and threw a powerful blow to the face. Viggo saw the huge fist coming to his face and instead of covering himself, he closed his eyes. As a result, Viggo flew with his mouth full of his own blood. Once he fell to the ground, he lay on the snow and stared at the sky for a few seconds, until the pain sharpened and he grabbed his face with both hands.

-Again, stand up- Kratos said.

Viggo tried to ignore the pain and channeled his divine energy to heal himself. Once he was ready, he stood up and made his way back to where Kratos was. Once again he looked at his face and noticed that he was angrier than last time. No, he was always angry, Viggo thought.

-Being afraid and feeling the pain before the attack happens, only makes you suffer twice- Kratos said in a biting tone -you must discipline yourself so that you never look away from the enemy. Focus-

-Yes, sir- replied Viggo somewhat discouraged.

Kratos nodded and took his boxing position. Viggo did the same and they continued to train until lunchtime.

Viggo had already been training with his grumpy teacher for more than two weeks, who scolded him for what he did or what he stopped doing. It was a terrible thing, but Viggo was fair. It was as Kratos said, he was afraid and uncertain. Fear of being hurt and not knowing what would happen once things happen. Well, not even Viggo himself knew that. He was frightened by his difference in strength with Ottar. He was afraid to disappoint his father and mother. He worried about being a bad big brother. He worried about how dangerous Orario was and the uncertainty of whether he would be able to defend himself if his parents ever left. There were many fears of Viggo and also the things that made him angry. He was undisciplined, he always was, and apparently, that's why Ottar beat him a couple of years ago. In the end, it doesn't matter if he was born of a goddess and an elf that all gods fear. He was useless and that's why he was rubbish. It made him furious to be overcome, he was furious at his inability to concentrate, he was furious that his father was always there showing his kind side. It was he, Viggo Dragonroad who was wrong. Kain Dragonroad was only to blame for being an overly affectionate father with a garbage son who was unworthy of his affection.

Viggo was swinging his sword in the backyard as he thought about these things. His breathing became stronger, his pupils turned golden, and he swayed his sword so hard that the simple air, left a long line in the snow, as if he was dividing it.

-Viggo, Viggo- said someone in a childish voice, in a funny tone and full of enthusiasm.

Viggo softened the grip on the handle of his sword and relaxed, letting out an exhale. Then he turned around and saw a five-year-old boy running in his direction. He was dressed in a thick fur coat. Her hair was short and a coppery color. Viggo smiled and forgot about his fears and the things that made him angry.

-What do you do Atreus?- asked Viggo in a good mood.

-I was coming to play- said the boy, stopping a couple of centimeters from Viggo. The latter stretched out his hand and combed his hair, while the boy smiled happily.

-Ok what do you want to play?-

-Can I...- said Atreus, looking down at the ground -can I see your sword?-

-Sure, but you must be careful-

Then Viggo turns the sword and I take it by the blade to offer him the handle. Atreus raised his face illuminated by a big smile and with eyes full of longing, he took the blue handle of the sword.

-Is it very soft, is it wood?- asked the child.

-I don't know- replied Viggo, he waited for the boy to hold the handle with his two hands and let go of the blade. The boy felt the weight of the sword, but he never complained. Viggo continuous -it's a gift from my father. I don't know what he expected from me, giving me this sword, it's too good for me-

Atreus barely heard it; he was focused on holding the weight of the sword. It lasted a minute and soon had to let go of the handle, dropping the sword on the snow.

-I'm sorry- said Atreus in sorrow.

-No problem- replied Viggo with a soft tone of voice, moved his right hand to the handle of the sword and lifted it as if nothing had happened. Atreus looked at him full of admiration, as if he was seeing a super warrior. Viggo continuous -you just must grow and become strong-

-Do you think?-

-Yes, look, let me show you how to swing a sword. Then you train with a stick or something and as time goes on, you will become stronger-

Atreus nodded and Viggo helped him hold the sword in his hands. At the same time, Viggo got behind him and helped him swing the sword. Viggo thought being an older brother was one of the easiest things in the world. They continued to swing the sword for a few minutes until the grumpy master came.

-Atreus!- roared Kratos in his thick and powerful voice. It came from the shed, next to the hut. Atreus gave a start when he heard it and let go of the sword of the scare. Kratos continued -go to the house-

Atreus and Viggo looked at Kratos, both found him too intimidating because of his great deviance, musculature and that face of few friends. Atreus raised his face to look at Viggo and he nodded. Then Atreus walked with his head down, looking at Kratos from time to time and looking down the next second. I pass by his side and looked at him longingly, as if wanting to ask him something. Viggo from where he was could see the question in his gaze. It was kind of like, "Can I stay and watch?" However, Atreus would never ask Kratos. So he just kept walking with his head down as he moved towards the hut.

Viggo picked up the sword and let out a sigh, then walked to where Kratos was and looked at his face.

-If you want to say something, say it- Kratos said in a low tone.

-Why are you so rough with Atreus? He just wants to be with you- Viggo said.

Kratos narrowed his eyes as he looked at his face -that's not your business, kid- he replied in a scathing tone -first worry about your own affairs, before you want to fix the lives of others-

Viggo narrowed his eyes and nodded. Then he walked to an edge of the courtyard and rested his sword on a solid rock wall. Then he returned to the center of the courtyard, where the cranky bald man with his arms folded awaited him. Viggo looked at him annoyed, and Kratos let out a growl.