The year 967. The year where history was made between two elite angels. Standing from opposite sides between one another. They slowly walked out of an empty, mysterious, underground passway full of darkness, but a bit of light near the end. Loud noises started to increase each step they took. As they take a deep breath before taking a step forward closer to the light. Their heart starts beating faster as their body gets heavier each step they took.

Calling out their sword, their chest opened wide with their weapon appearing out of it. Prepared for battle, they started to up their pace, and within seconds, the brightness at the end of the tunnel had widened, and they have finally made it into daylight...

The crowd went wild as a fight between two elite angels were about to commence in Nescoon- The Tournament Of Gods. Both of the angels staring at each other, one of them opened their mouth and said:

"Azazel, sorry to have to tell you this, but the throne for the God Of War is mine, and mine alone."

"Keep telling yourself that, Ares. Don't forget the one who beat you the last matchup we had."

"Ha, that match was more of luck than skill, Azazel. And I will prove it to you once I beat you."

"And how exactly will you beat me, Ares?"

"Let me demonstrate it to you since that small mind of yours can't tell the difference between strong and stronger."

Ares picked up a rock from the sand, then point his finger at Azazel while breaking the rock in pieces with his sheer force of strength alone.

"Oh wow, you're able to break a rock and move. At least you proving not to be disabled, but too bad that rock of yours would be an example of how I'm going to crush you during our battle. With that strong pride of yours, you better prove to me you're not just all talk than action."

The God Of Wind, raising his hand up and making everyone go silent. The two fighters held their sword tightly while staring at Zeus' arm closely while waiting patiently for him to put his hand down for the fight to begin. In a heartbeat when Zeus lowered his arm, their sword collided with one another with an intense swarm of wind from each blow they landed. The audience's hair flew back from the intense pressure of the wind. Some managing to keep their hair intact of their head, while some couldn't.

Two elite angels desperate to win, the feeling of adrenaline went through their veins, while their heart starts to up its pace. The thought of their future, families, and friends all on the line made them sweat while struggling to breathe. The two fighters refusing to give up while feeling like their body is dying in the inside from the inside. When their sweat touches the ground, the fighters continued on battling each other. Both of their sword glued onto each other, they looked at each other closely in the eye and said:

"Is this all you got, Ares? If so then you might as well quit while you still can because that throne has my name all written onto it."

"Don't worry, Azazel, this fight hasn't even started yet. Let me show you my true power if you're that desperate to lose already."

"Let's see if your power can compete with my own."

Azazel increasing his speed of attack, he left a wide open on Ares, and use that chance to quickly kick him in the stomach. Sending Ares back, Azazel used his chance to charge up. Ares not willing to let Azazel become stronger than him, he also uses his space to charge up.

Six golden, bright, beautiful, majestic wings, magically being summoned by their hosts. Dazzling with tiny yellow sparkles of particles falling on the ground. The six undescribable wings appeared on the back of the angels, with a gracious golden ring, above their head.

Eminence power flowing inside them. They couldn't hold the power flowing inside of them, so decided to take it out on to each other. About to strike, the God Of Sea quickly created a water barrier to protect everyone from the level of destruction happening on the field.

Moving the speed of light with a sudden increase in power and abilities. The fight began to get more and more interesting by the second. Described to be two colours, red and blue bashing it out.

The two fighters ready to finish their rivalry. They stood opposite sides and began to charge up once more. The audience turned quiet as they watched closely at the two warriors ready to finish their fight. A small line of light appearing inside them, starting from the heart and linking up to all the other parts of their body. Their power became visible from the outside as it beams brightly up in the sky, breaking the God Of Sea's water barrier. Changing the atmosphere of Heaven and making it dark with lighting appearing, striking everywhere.

It shocked and feared the crowd with the level of power they had left inside of them. Truly driven by the desire to become the next God of war. Their aura became so strong, a huge source of power went into the sky like a beacon. Shining so bright that it could blind a mortal's eyes, it had no effect on the people in Heaven.

The two fighters closed their eyes as they dashed right at each other with all the might and power they had. A close fight in terms of power and skills, only one could come out as a winner. At that very moment, about to strike each other, it was clear who was going to win. One of the fighters starting to smile, knowing full well that all his hard work and pride was on the line. He showed no sign of fear or being afraid.

Dust being left behind them as they both strike each other with their final blow. It was only a matter of time before one of them would fall. The audience quiet, waiting for the winner to reveal himself. One of the fighters fell to the ground and didn't get back up. The one smiling, claiming the spotlight. The crowd shouted wildly like a bunch of animals.

Crowned the new God Of War, he stands straight and still, saying while tears go down his face.

"Hope is a bright star in a hopelessly dark universe. Through light years of distance, the brightness fills our inner selves. Hope makes us smile on the inside as well as on the outside. Hope is not just an emotion, it is a promise that smiling and laughter are just around the corner. And as long as you have hope in yourself, anything is possible!"

With a speech worth remembering, he earned the title of God Of War. From that day onward, he was the inspiration for over a hundred children. One of those children who looked up to him the most, his name was "Yuu".

The new God of War, Ares jumped with excitement. The person who won the Tournament Of Gods with a smile, and delivered a heartwarming speech. He was the most inspirational and popular God out there. Setting a world record by remaining God Of War for over 30 years and still now.

This is a tale of ancient time where the Devil clan, God clan, Fallen Angel clan and the Human clan were divided in order to keep the world balance. In order to ensure the world's safety is nowhere close to danger. The God clan created a Tournament Of Gods, which is a competitive fight between angels in order to become a God. This was made in case a God dies or become weak over time. So in order to replace them, they use the points you gather from winning tournaments in order to decide who will be crowned the next God in Heaven.

Each God plays an important role in the world in order to keep peace and balance from evil. Now in the year 997, who will become the next God?

The opened window with air being released from it. The cold freeze of the wind, blowing at Yuu's face while his eyes are shut closed. Dreaming of a beautiful park where there is no noise or people go to be found...Too bad its beauty didn't last so long.