Kon, the so-called messiah of The Vatican, is a prime example of someone who let power go to their head. He's been training since he was knee-high to a grasshopper to become the ultimate warrior, but his biggest battle is with his own ego. This guy's got more confidence than a roomful of televangelists, and he's got the charm to match. But he's got more biceps than buds and the only one he can really connect with is Pope RiRi, who he worships more than a Sunday morning Bloody Mary.
Despite his delusions of grandeur, Kon still feels the pressure to live up to Pope RiRi's expectations, but it's a pressure he takes in stride because, let's be real, he thinks he's the chosen one. So, if you're looking for a hero, you might wanna look elsewhere. Kon's got his eyes on the prize, and that prize is his own reflection.
