Deimos is seen waking up early, he can see some of the fighting experiences and pieces of knowledge from the Hercules template he got, he still cannot believe that he was in the God of War games, and a son of Kratos sat up and look around, seeing his Father and his Mother still lying in their bed, Atreus in his side, he decided to go on a walk, making a plan for the future, he stood up and started his journey,
"System, Can you show my current status"
[Generating Current User status
Current Status
Name: Deimos
Age: 12
Template Integration: 8%
Missions:
Continue training with the intensity doubled for a week: +2%
Continue training with the intensity quadrupled for a month: +5%
Continue Sparring with Kratos giving 100% of his best while lasting 3 hours every day for a year: +50%
Additional missions can be generated depending on the future situations, it can be someone challenging the host or a monster hunt.]"
"So I can be stronger if I hunt down monsters? What would be the equivalent in template integration?"
[The hosts need to know that he was already stronger than most of the creatures living in Midgard, a Draugr can only give you 0.01% of integration considering that you have your body inherited the strength of Kratos and his resilience after adding the Hercules template, even at 8%, you can even kill weaker or lesser gods in the past God of War games, so expect the difficulty be tougher after going through the 10%, 20%, and so on until you get the whole Hercules Template.]
"What would it take for me to integrate it into 100% immediately?"
[It would not be possible, but for higher integration rewards, you should defeat stronger monsters or enemies]
"What are my chances to kill a Major Aesir God in Template with every integration.?"
[That would depend on the God you encounter so it cannot be calculated]
"All right," he said to the system while continuing his walk, while walking, he couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of Midgard, It is not winter yet but you can feel the coldness in the air, and the autumn leaves colors are so beautiful, he stayed and enjoy the beauty of his surroundings, he thanked whoever reincarnated him in this place,
'This world may not be peaceful but it's beautiful,' he thought while standing after admiring the view, he needed to go back, if wanted to become stronger, he should sacrifice his time now and it would be a good investment in the future.
After walking a little bit he saw the cabin, before going in, he suddenly felt someone staring at him in the woods, after looking at the part where he felt someone was observing him, it was Kratos, he recognized it due to the ash-colored skin he wore from the curse of his murder.
"You are up early, what did you do?" Kratos asked as if trying to connect with his son.
"I contemplated why I continue my training with you if I don't see my strength going further, but it reminds me of someone I want to protect," Deimos said, clearly meaning Atreus since from the memories he had, he was close with his brother, and he wants to honor the promise his previous self made with their mother where he would use his strength to protect Atreus.
"Having someone to protect is a noble cause, it would help you find the road if your path strayed" Kratos said knowingly.
"I want to continue our training, but double the intensity I want to be stronger". Deimos said to Kratos with a fire burning in his eyes and Kratos could see him.
Kratos took his stance, fists clenched, his presence as overwhelming as ever. "Begin."
Deimos moved first.
He launched forward, faster than before, his enhanced reflexes guiding him. He swung at Kratos' side, testing his father's reaction. Kratos blocked it with ease, but his eyes flickered—just for a second. He had noticed.
Deimos didn't stop. He pivoted, spinning into a low kick aimed at Kratos' legs. His father stepped back, avoiding it with practiced precision. But Deimos was already moving again, shifting his weight and striking toward Kratos' chest.
Kratos caught his wrist.
In an instant, Deimos felt himself being pulled forward, off balance. He gritted his teeth, adjusting midair, twisting his body so he could land properly. He hit the ground, rolling before launching himself back up.
Kratos studied him.
"You are faster," he said, his tone neutral but observant.
Deimos exhaled. He had expected that his father would notice, but hearing it confirmed gave him a sense of satisfaction. "Yes."
Kratos didn't waste time with further words. He attacked.
Deimos barely dodged the first blow. The second came faster—Kratos' fist was a blur, and even with his heightened awareness, it took everything in him to avoid the strike. He could feel the sheer power behind each movement, the weight of experience carried in every attack.
But he wasn't the same as before.
He was adapting
Deimos ducked under a swing, using his newfound agility to weave around his father's strikes. He no longer tried to match Kratos in raw strength; instead, he focused on evasion, countering where he could. His strikes were precise, aimed at weak points rather than just throwing force into his attacks.
Kratos blocked a punch but stepped back, observing again. Deimos could see the faintest hint of approval in his father's expression.
Then Kratos attacked with real intent.
The shift was immediate. His blows came faster, sharper, no longer holding back as much as before. Deimos barely had time to react, but his body moved instinctively, enhanced senses allowing him to perceive and evade. Yet, Kratos was relentless.
A heavy strike grazed Deimos' ribs, the impact sending shockwaves through his body. He clenched his jaw, refusing to falter. He stepped in, twisting his body and landing a solid punch against Kratos' side. It wasn't much, but it was the first time he had landed a clean hit.
Kratos barely reacted to the impact, but he acknowledged it. "You are improving."
Deimos straightened, his breaths heavy but controlled. "Not enough."
Kratos studied him, then gave a slight nod. "It is for now."
The words were honest, not dismissive. They carried weight—recognition of growth, but also the reminder that the path ahead was still long.
Deimos took a deep breath, feeling the burn in his muscles, the exhilaration of battle still thrumming in his veins. He had lost again, but it was different this time. He wasn't just being beaten down—he was keeping up.
Kratos notices something is changing with his son
He was growing.
He was becoming more and more a reflection of his younger days, but unlike before when he had no one to guide him, he was here and would lead him into not walking the same path and being able to carve his path for his own.
Kratos turned away. "We continue after breakfast. You will train harder."
Deimos wiped the sweat from his brow and nodded. "Understood."
As he followed his father back inside, felt that Kratos was warmer than before, like someone he did not know what changed but it still left a small smile on his face