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[u]The Great Hercules Show, Commerce District[/u]
[@Over Illusion]

Cradling his head, Tom got back up unsteadily. Waking up from a concussion was never really the most enjoyable thing, as it meant headaches, some soreness due to awkward collapsing positions, and...unfamiliar locations…

Taking in his surroundings, Tom could find nothing to indicate that this was indeed the basement he had been summoning his Servant in. Had the Triad caught him? Or was it those Yakuza from Hokkaido who’d ended up with a soured business relationship? Either way, he wasn’t exactly in a position to find out. His hands fly to the knife he had on him, ready to cut his way out with adrenaline pumping through him before he hears the chants of the crowd.

Her...cules?

Oh that’s right, he had succeeded. Feeling slightly sheepish, he withdraws the hand clasped around the weapon and instead watches Hercules perform amazing feats for the crowd. His Servant likely took the initiative to properly spread his name, so every pair in the war would either view him as a prime opportunity to ally or give a wide berth until they were sure enough of their own capabilities to take on the legend himself. 

Slipping through the crowd with ease, Tom positioned himself at the front of the crowd to see his Servant in action. He would burn this sight into his single eye. He would record this legend within his heart. He would-

-be the [b]true judge[/b] as to this yo-yo contest.