[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/gR6oFps.png[/img] [h2][b]"Hercules"[/b][/h2] [i]Outside a Bank, Commerce District[/i] 
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Yes, it seemed that there was no Colosseum in this land. Tragic, really. He would need to see to fixing that once he had been incarnated. These people had no idea what they were missing out on. What did they have for entertainment? Where did they raise their gladiators? Truly, society had degraded in many ways.

Yet, at the same time, the item in his hand showed him that society had evolved in equally many ways.

Fishing around in his Master's clothes had yielded some useful results. A strange piece of plastic with various numbers on it, the fledgeling bits of information he had been granted by the Holy Grail informed him that this was some form of currency. How interesting, to use something like this as currency. Were such things easy to produce in these days? It seemed so. The modern world was truly an oddity. 

The catalyst the boy had evidently used to summon him had been examined. "Hercules Against the Moon Men", it was called, a work from the country his great empire had fallen into. How quaint that such a thing would dredge him from the Throne, yet at the same time, that catalyst alone was not enough. In order to summon him forwards in this form...

"...so that's how you did it, hm?"

For a moment, the bombastic grin splitting Commodus' face broke, replaced by a sort of melancholy. Yes, he was no magus and certainly no Consecrator, but for a person like this, he could see it. It was impossible for him to not see it, after all; it was something that he knew better than anything else in this world. The weight that settled over that human youth, the fate that he was assigned from the moment of birth, it was-

"Ha. We really are a sorry lot, aren't we, boy?"

Words that none but Commodus would hear, before that melancholy was wiped back over with manic excitement.

Yes, that matter had to be left behind. He had plans to work with. He could not simply wait for the boy to wake up. And so, unconscious Tom on his shoulder, the great emperor took to the town. His first stop had been a quaint little place called a 'Costume Emporium', a marketplace which offered the pelts of strange beasts. The shop proprietor must have been mighty to quell this number. Or perhaps they simply purchased them from another? A worthy rival, in any case.

"That'll be seven thousand yen."

For his purchase, Commodus simply handed over the piece of plastic, expectant that the wealth of his Master would be sufficient to acquire this pelt. However, surprise came when, mere moments later, the plastic was returned to him, as well as his purchase. 

A renewable currency? Money that you got back as soon as spending it? How excellent! His Master must have prepared this especially for Commodus' own use, how commendable! It would be remiss if he did not make proper use of it, in that case.

A shopping spree ensued, but this was a mere prelude. Preparations had to be made for later in the war, after all. This was the basic doctrine of warfare. Prepare, then eradicate the enemy. He had yet to locate the enemy, so he was stuck in the former stage. 

But, there was an often-unknown middle stage. To raise the morale of one's people, to be an inspiration that they could live in pursuit of. A dazzling star above the Earth, a "hero".

[center][b]"Yes, behold, people of Fuyuki! I, the great Hercules, have returned to the world!"[/b][/center]
And that was precisely why he was currently outside of an esteemed investment bank, laying beneath a very nice Mercedes S-class which he was pressing up with one hand, while his other hand kept the unconscious boy at his side. He was currently doing his third set, after which he would pivot to working another muscle group. The populace was, of course, amazed with this feat of strength, as expected of Hercules. 

A crowd was forming. Excellent, excellent. 

Soon, the yo-yo trick.