A Different Record Of Ragnarok

Chapter VII: Round 2

"Tsk, what is taking those humans so long? They should've chosen a fighter by now!" Mars clicks his tongue, sitting on one of the seats provided to them in their meeting room.

The room was a fancy oval room, adorning various types of gemstones and minerals embedded into the pillars and marble floor.

"Quite feisty, are you?" Amaterasu giggles at the Roman god's behavior, amused by his short temper. "You really want to fight, I assume. Considering your strength, you should be fighting in the middle of the rounds, not the early ones."

"Bah! None of that shenanigans! Spare me the wait and just send me already!" Mars cackles madly, whipping his head back and balancing the chair on two legs before tilting forward and back to a normal position. "I still don't like you," Mars says with a glare.

"That's not very nice of you," Amaterasu giggles in return, not letting Mars gaud her.

"Tsk, you're not fun, being a leader of a pantheon. You're soft as fuck," Mars clicks his tongue, glaring at Amaterasu who merely tilted her head slightly, her smile still present. "If you snap just one time and show me not to mess with you, maybe I'd stop pestering you and probably show respect, but nah, you're a wuss at best."

"And a wuss that has more strength and power than a god bred for war and battle such as yourself," Amaterasu fires back with a lighthearted and sweet tone, akin to a mother talking to her child. "Other than that, you are almost a forgotten god. All of you Roman deities are almost nonexistent because of how the Greek pantheon took over-"

"I believe you have spat enough on Mars' ego, Amaterasu," Jupiter grumbles from Mars' side, restricting the Roman god of war from pouncing at the Shinto head. "The whole Roman pantheon's ego, to be precise," the head of the Roman deities added with a small growl. "Any more jabs to our name will result in a commotion, I assure you, Amaterasu. Proceed with caution. We may not be as relevant anymore but we are as powerful as any of you here."

"Big threats coming from a small group," a god in samurai robes and armor chuckled from Amaterasu's side.

"Susanoo," Amaterasu grumbles, almost pouting at Susanoo's jab.

"Laughable attempts coming from a pantheon with entities walking around with an eye up their asses," Jupiter scoffs, stifling a laugh. "But let's face it, after this tournament, a war will surely break out between pantheons."

"That is a given," the Jade Emperor sighs in disappointment, just walking into the room. "The battle for creation will surely tear the fabric of what is normal now, and it will be up to us leaders of pantheons whether we will fight for command or not," he adds whilst positioning himself not too far from the table.

"Well, shit, now that you say that, I really want this tournament to end!" Mars whistled, his eyes gleaming in anticipation at the thought of an all-out war between gods and goddesses. "That's a really good way to fucking die if I do say so myself."

"Now, now, we shouldn't fight over small matters like these," Hermes laughs from the side, serving drinks to the other participants. "I'm sure we will come to an agreement after this tournament is over. Fighting between deities is super overrated and is just such hassles, so we really shouldn't. It would be a massive waste of our precious time."

"I don't see the waste in it," Mars said, eyes closed, and a small smile present on his face as he nodded to his own words.

"Of course, you refuse to view it as wasteful," Hermes laughs in a good-natured way, lightly patting Mars' shoulder before pouring wine for the said god of war. "Any battle is worth living and dying for, at least for you."

Hearing Hermes say it with clear understanding, Mars grins happily before grabbing his goblet and drinking his wine in one go. After that, the Roman god of war merely slams the golden trinket down the table with no care for any damage.