As the two contenders stepped onto the blood-soaked field, the crowd was hushed in anticipation. The archangel Metatron announced the rules. "This is a battle to the death. No holding back, no mercy. The last man standing is the winner." Miyamoto Musashi, the greatest swordsman in Japanese history stood, his eyes closed, his hands calmly resting on his katana and wakizashi. He looked peaceful and collected like he had no worries in the world. On the other hand, Ares, the God of War appeared more like an intimidating wild man, a war machine made for carnage. He stood with a fierce look in his eyes, ready to take on this human opponent. The crowd roared as the battle began. Musashi drew his swords and stepped forward. Ares charged ahead with his massive sword, roaring in anger. The clang of steel echoed through the air as their swords clashed. Musashi fought with unmatched precision, his dual wielding ability seemingly inherited from the gods. But the power and might of Ares' strikes were something that even the Master Swordsmen had never faced. The battle continued for some time as they both traded blows, each one trying to outmaneuver the other. Ares knocked Musashi back with a powerful thrust, but Musashi retaliated with a quick slash, slicing at Ares' legs. The God of War stumbled backward as his leg buckled under him. Musashi took advantage of the situation, channeling his inner genius swordsmanship. He sliced through the air with his swords so fast that Ares couldn't even keep up. His katana and wakizashi danced around Ares' sword and the gods' body. "You're good," Ares grunted as he dodged another attack. "But that won't be enough to defeat me." Musashi didn't respond. With a calm demeanour, he kept attacking relentlessly. He knew he had to catch Ares off guard if he hoped to finish this fight. In contrast, Ares began to lose his temper, his wildness blinding his senses, destroying his stamina and energy. Musashi managed to break through Ares' guard, unleashing a swift and powerful upward slash with his katana, Ichiten Ryūhaigake. The blow landed home, and Ares stumbled back before recovering himself. But the damage was already done; his tightly coiled muscles were hardly able to move him. The two combatants clashed again, their swords striking each other with thunderous blows. Musashi was nimble and precise and landed some good strikes, while Ares was overpowering and mighty and caused some significant damage, but it was clear that the tide of the fight was turning in Musashi's favour. With a quick read of Ares' movements, Musashi performed Niten Tatsu-otoshi. He parried Ares' sword aside with his wakizashi before dropping and spinning, his katana slicing through the god of wars neck. Silence fell over the arena as Metatron announced the winner. "Miyamoto Musashi, the ronin, slayer of the god of war Ares!" The crowd erupted in applause as Musashi closed his eyes, the calm serenity never leaving his face. "It was an honour to fight you," he said, bowing his head to the fallen god. "Well done, swordsman," said Ares, acknowledging the skill of his opponent with his final breath. "I have found a worthy opponent in you." And so, that day, the wildness of Ares was finally tamed by the calmness of Musashi's mastery. A testament to the power of composure, preparation, and precision over unstoppable brute force.