Let's Not Compete Anymore!

Golden Sail Tavern.

The bard Saban stood on the Wooden Platform, vividly recounting the latest serialized story.

The seats below were packed with drinkers. Even the busy bartenders had stopped serving customers and stood nearby, listening to the story.

Saban continued, "So I took out my pocket watch and handed it to Wu Heng, my tone carrying a hint of teasing. 'Here, don't you always say that as long as an object bears traces, you can identify the user's characteristics? This is a watch I just acquired. Let's see if you can figure out its original owner's personality and habits.'"

"Let me explain something here. A pocket watch is a timekeeping tool that can determine the time more precisely. There's an illustration here; it looked roughly like this."

As Saban spoke, he had someone draw the approximate shape from the newspaper illustration onto a wooden board.

Everyone nodded.

The story continued.

"Wu Heng took it, first examining the dial, then opening the case to inspect the internal components. He even took out a magnifying glass and studied it for a while."

"..."

"Watching him work so dejectedly, I felt the satisfaction of revenge and concluded that he would not be able to see anything."

"'Although there are very few traces left behind, I still observed some things.' Wu Heng narrowed his eyes and said from his recliner, 'This watch belonged to your brother, and it was left behind by your father... I conclude that it is an heirloom from the previous generation. Valuable things are usually passed down to the eldest son, so it should belong to your brother.'"

"I was somewhat surprised, but still nodded. 'Yes.'"

"'Your brother was wild and unrestrained... Because he loved drinking, he fell into ruin and ultimately died from drink.'"

"I leapt to my