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Still not taking off the armor that he equipped himself while he was yet at the armory, Constantine moved forward slowly, the weight of the armor bearing on him as he slowly moved towards the Imagawa camp. When he would see any lone soldier among the enemy, he would move towards that soldier, use his flute to shield himself from the attack that will be made by that soldier, and use his katana to cut clean through the soldier. He then would seek again another lone soldier and do the same thing. If he would be charged upon by a huge number of enemy soldiers, he would move back towards the allied soldiers, and then move again to slay any lone soldier that he could find.

((Setting the timeline after Haruyuki played a trick on Constantine, and after he received his joke item.))

"Damn, that thing happened and now the sun shines horribly on me now? Unbelievable!"

A shout just escaped from a person's mouth while he tried to get away from a city in Sagami as much as possible, and it was in English. That would give away that the person was a foreigner, but it did not matter. That city gave him so much rage in one day that he wanted to get out of the city before nighttime. Only a parasol shaded him from the sweltering heat, holding it on his right hand while he was also holding a container of water on his left. He was wearing a decorated kimono, and that, with the hairstyle and everything that that person added to his figure, would make everybody think that he was a woman, considering he also had a face indistinguishable from a woman (picture 1 and 2). And that irritated Constantine a lot. But he had to bear with it for a while, since it was giving him enough power to survive, and that's what Constantine needed, given the sweltering heat. And so he continued to walk, sometimes kicking pebbles out of his way with his boots.

While he was walking down the street, he saw a man slumped down on the ground, and it seemed as if he was a victim of the sweltering heat right then. And he saw another figure string at the man, and, in all respects, she was a woman, and he knew it as he stared at her backside for a couple of minutes. In all respects it was a really beautiful ass(et) that this woman has... wait. The man needed some help, and it seemed that water alone would not solve it. He then moved towards the man, trying to carry him, while he said at the woman in Japanese sometimes accented by his English descent, "It seemed that water alone would not save this man! We need to carry him to some shade as much as possible, and we need to do this quick!"

Constantine responded as Nanami called on them. "I'm still all right here!" he said, but he did not know if he would be all right in the future. He stood there, ready for anything that will come to them.

When Constantine arrived at the scene, he was appalled at what he saw. The enemy soldiers were in complete disarray, and they seem to be very drunk from their former and assumed future victories. This seemed to be a very perfect time for them to attack.

With a grunt, he charged towards a lone man in the enemy side, using the flute to parry what would have been the attacks of the enemy, and his katana to deal the final blow on the neck, to end the battle quickly, and then moving on to the next lone soldier to do the same thing. This should be done quickly, lest the soldiers became sober due to the call of duty.

Constantine found his slash not effective against the creature, and the creature raised its claws, intending to rip him apart.

"What in the world was this outrage?! It did not get slashed by my katana? Is that body made of diamond or something?!" he muttered as the creature was about to rip him apart. Fortunately Jina saved him from being mincemeat.

"Thank you Jina," he said, then looked at his surroundings. Shoji and Hideyasu seemed to need some help as they were also pinned down by creatures. He then said to Jina, "You save Shoji, while I save Hideyasu!" then charged towards the creature that pinned down Hideyasu, attempting to slice clean on the neck of the creature.

"So this would be the place." Constantine looked at his surroundings; it was a barren wasteland with no trees except that one behind the woman bearing the multiple morning stars. The opposing group also had a lot of boulders on their side, giving them a terrain advantage. He then watched as the man in the middle load his large crossbow with... wait, two bolts?

"Damn, this is bad," Constantine muttered as he took his stance again, keeping guard of what will happen. When the middle man fires his bolts, Constantine will try to parry them, as much as possible, back towards the group that fired them. When someone would attack, Constantine would engage him/her as much as possible, as long as he could.

A flyer was stuck on Constantine's face while he was out fishing in the Seto Sea. It had seemed that the flyer had came from a larger ship that passed by Constantine's boat. But the effect of the flyer was more important than its source: at the course of him removing the flyer from his face, he fell overboard from his boat. But beneath the sea lied another problem: there was a shark passing by under the boat when it saw Constantine struggling, and it took fancy of him! The great chase began; Constantine swam towards the shore with all of his strength, while the shark was chasing him, and there had been some close calls as the shark had bitten off some of Constantine's lower clothing. He managed to get to the shore, and was about to leave from there when he came across the owner of the boat, and, seeing that the boat was gone...

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"This is what happened to me," Constantine said to the two people sitting with him on the same bench, while pointing at his black-eye. Hearing of the other man's tale, he said, "When you'll get revenge on those three, you're not alone." He was somewhat furious as he said those words, grasping his flute tightly.

Constantine was about to charge when he saw the cannons of the female pirate rip through the throng of undead soldiers. Though a part of him cursed on not dealing even a single blow at the enemy, still another part of him was glad it was finished fast. A dark curtain at the other side of the room broke down, revealing a treasure chest behind it.

When the female pirate asked the other members of the group if they can bear the chest to their side of the room, Constantine said, "I'll do it, but I need someone for backup in case something nasty would happen." He then moved towards the chest, and when he reached the chest, he would tap his flute on the floor near the chest to see if there are traps, and if there's none, he would bear it towards the other side. But he would stay alert, as he thought this would not be the end of it.

Constantine stared as the other two males in the group did not went forward, and one of them seemed to suggest that they go for the middle door. The female pirate seems decided to heed the male assassin's suggestion as she walked towards the middle door. That made Constantine very irritated at the male assassin that he would take his flute and halted the female pirate with it.

"As that male suggested," he said to the woman, staring heavily at the male assassin as if reprimanding him of not going first, before looking at the woman again, "you're the only one who could defeat enemies from a distance, and so you need to be in our rear. I'll go there first. Middle door, right?"

With that, he moved forward, pushing the middle door lightly with his flute.

Seeing the demon charge yet again Constantine braced himself for another attack. But this time it was something that he could not evade, as the demon used his weapon to deal multiple thrusts on him. The only thing that he could do was to blunt the strikes of the opponent using his two weapons, and when he found n opening, he would steel himself to make another shot at striking the demon.

This he endeavored to do, as he set the staff and the katana at his front. As the strikes came towards him he used his staff and his katana to shield himself from the strikes his body being hit at nonvital places by the knockback of the weapons. The strikes kept pouring, but he stood on, shielding himself from the strikes, weathering the storm until he saw the sun. He then noticed an opening to his right, where the demon seemed to be unguarded while he issued his attack. On one moment when the strikes somewhat slowed their pace, he drew out his right arm, and then used the arm which held the katana to again attempt a strike on the demon. But as more punishment he took from shielding himself from the continuous strikes, his body gave way, and as the strikes died down, he coughed up more blood. But it must not end here, he thought, as the katana he was holding gave a final swing towards the demon before it dropped to the ground, along with its owner, with a slump to the ground.

As Constantine's slash barely missed its mark, he was evidently irritated. The irritation was increased when the demon started to pull his guan dao back to himself. At this rate, even if he tried to parry it using his staff or evade the weapon, the slash of the bladed part of the weapon would cut his right shoulder, disabling him to use his katana. In this type of situation, a mix of strength and speed should be utilized.

As his katana was still on its sideways position due to the missed slash, he used it to strike the weapon of the demon. As the blade won't budge due to the more superior strength of the demon, he exerted excessive force for his body to move away sidewards to Constantine's left, evading the most part of the blade of the guan dao. But the tip of the blade of the guan dao was too quick for him; the tip managing to rip through the skin of Constantine's right arm before he could evade it.

He then move backwards to gain some space, and then activated his stance again facing the demon, the blade of the demon's guan dao pointing at him. Blood flowed from the cut on his right arm, but it did not seem to affect his hold on the katana. He stood and waited for the demon's next attack.

At the very words of the demon, Constantine stopped, and grasped the handle of the handle of his katana. He had found the strength he had needed to continue on, but he was just running away from a fighter he thought he could not defeat in any way? What's the point of saying he had a new-found strength when he can't prove it?

He turned around at the warrior, drawing gently his katana. "At one point, you are right. I had discarded my pride to challenge myself to greater heights to gain strength as you did, but why am I running away while faced with an opportunity to prove myself? 'Weak fool.' I deserve that epithet if I run away now."

At this moment he activated his stance again with his weapons while facing towards the demon. "Now I ask forgiveness for declining your challenge, and challenge you to a battle." His eyes, while still showing sadness, now bears determination to face a challenge.