A Strange Art...

It was a sunny afternoon, the high sun in the sky shining its bright illumination on the grassland below where a man with long blue hair and a blue-haired child stood, facing each other.

Both wore no shirt, revealing the man's extremely muscular frame, brimming with incredibly powerful muscle, while the boy simply had his normal childish fat frame, his face beholding a childlike focus and a hidden gleam of joy.

After all, it was one of the best days of his life, the first day of his training by his father, the war god of Aetheria.

"Tell me Hael, what is the most powerful weapon in the world that I possess?" he asked, as Hael looked at the man's waist, where hung his sword.

He had heard thousands of tales surrounding his father, and almost everything was related to his mighty sword... Starria!