I’m the King, aren’t I?

The next week passed by without many issues arising. Ares spent most morning working out, running with his soldiers and then lifting heavier and heavier rocks, usually pushing or carrying them on the way towards the shrine after his run.

He started allowing many of the squads to have their own space to train, though had them compete against a second company to motivate them and to make sure the space was being used efficiently. The Marching Blades and Roaring Tridents had been kitted out with very specific weapons relative to their names, and were wearing the heaviest sets of armour. They would often train together, though they were also looking out for the hardest working soldiers in order to replenish their ranks.