On the first day, they played cards until late at night.
On the second day, they played cards all the way through the night.
By the third day, he had perfectly accepted that he was the Sage of Six Paths, Senju Hagoromo, and gladly kept his appointment at the game room to continue playing cards.
Rikusei tried his hardest to dissuade the Sage of Six Paths, yet he seemed utterly unable to shake his conviction to play cards.
He even kept muttering something about "shura tile waves," leaving Rikusei completely baffled. It was probably some new style of play he was trying out.
And after their many exchanges, Grandmother had developed a sense of mutual appreciation for this Senju archrival she had never met before.
Unexpectedly, aside from [Fight Daimyo], this novice possessed luck in mahjong that was no less impressive than hers.
The overwhelming tile waves formed from the fortune of heaven and earth and their own strength surged higher and higher across the table, like a long dragon of fate locked in a bloody battle.
Rikusei could only force a smile and suppress all the strange emotions in his heart as he celebrated Grandmother finally finding a worthy opponent.
From the bottom of his heart, he hoped Grandmother could remain in the dark forever, defeat two sages in succession, and win some pride for ordinary people in this battle between sages and mortals.
When he was not playing cards, the Sage of Six Paths also learned to post commissions in the mission hall, having newly graduated genin run errands for him through the various Commercial Streets to buy specialty foods from every country.
In his own words, there was no need to rush to see the wonderful world. One should build up anticipation like wine left to ferment;