Abel tensed when the person dropped down into his practice field, his grip tightening on the knife in his hand. It was only when the person's identity registered, that Abel's eyes widened.

"My lord," he said, kneeling in front of the God of Ame. A faint blush stained his cheeks at thought of sparring against his lord. "I would be honored to learn from you, my lord, but do you not have more important things to do?"

After all, Abel was only a shinobi, and this man was a God.