Kento stood alone in the training room, the sight of Constantine's victory still fresh in his mind. He watched the others leave, each person deep in thought, inspired by Constantine's unexpected success.
"If he can do it, so can I." he muttered.
Kento had always relied on his illusions and training, but he knew that to land a hit on Damien, he had to think outside the box. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and began to strategize.
"Okay, let's think this through," he muttered to himself. "Damien can read my movements easily. My illusions won't be enough on their own, and my constructs are too predictable. I need to combine my abilities in a way he won't expect."
