Day ???, Year ????.
"Weak. Learn to use the full potential of your seed."
On one side, a young man wielding two red longswords, and on the other side, a little boy lying on the ground, fearfully raising his silver shield.
"I have already told father that you aren't good enough to wield a toy crafted by Hephaestus. His insistence on pushing you ahead when you are unprepared continues to piss me off."
The boy was getting used to his scalding remarks. He picked himself up from the ground, staring at the shield with doubt.
"It is supposed to manifest the power of your seed. Everything you do, everything you feel, contributes to the end product. Using it without resolve won't yield any result."
He raised both of his swords to the front together to form a cross.
"Like this."
A large blowup of flames engulfed the swords almost immediately.
"The manifestation of my intent. These flames can burn,"
