"Mr. Joker, Doctor Schiller, this rule is indeed a little unfair to Ms. Carol. But I think that while the rules specify the order in which matches are thrown, they don't strictly specify how many matches each person has to throw. Throwing one to three is allowed."
"Since that's the case, why don't we simply use another game to decide how many matches to throw?"
Kitty said, clasping her hands together. She seemed somewhat nervous, glancing at the angry Carol beside her, then at the flippant Joker. In the end, she settled her gaze on Schiller.
Schiller smiled as though he had all the patience in the world and asked, "Then what game do you think would be suitable, Miss Kitty?"
"How about rock-paper-scissors?" Kitty said hesitantly. "We take turns playing rock-paper-scissors with Ms. Carol. If we win, we decide how many matches to throw ourselves. If we lose, Ms. Carol gets to decide."
"Why should we do that?" Joker slapped the table hard. "If we just keep playing by the rules, we'll win. That stupid woman will explode and die. Why play rock-paper-scissors?"
"I already said that if you won't give me fair rules, I'll raise the brazier and burn down the house!"
"And I already said that as long as none of us lets the matches ignite the flames, raising the brazier won't do you any good!"
The situation reached a stalemate. Fortunately, the host did not urge them on, so this game apparently had no time limit. Still, dragging things out like this was not a solution.
Before entering the game, every team had reached the same conclusion: the player who went first had a tremendous advantage. Spending too long on one game would mean losing the chance to observe the other teams.
Just as Kitty was