"Hashirama's" mouth twitched. He did not believe it, but he had no better option at the moment. Besides, if Uchiha Gen could still escape while he watched him at point-blank range, there would be nothing left to say. He would accept defeat!
"Forget it, forget it. Didn't we say we'd play a round? Is that still on?" As he spoke, "Hashirama" grew increasingly excited. When thinking could not solve a problem, he might as well stop thinking.
Uchiha Gen raised an eyebrow. "Sure, but I haven't decided what favor I want yet. Are you sure you want to gamble again?"
"Hashirama Senju" did not care in the slightest. If anything, he was eager to try. "If I win this time, that cancels out the favor I owe you, right?"
"Of course, provided you win. And I can sweeten the pot a little. If you win, I'll answer one question for you. Any question you like, and I guarantee that everything I say will be true."
"Hashirama's" eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed. "It's a deal!"
"But if you lose, you'll owe me two favors. Will your original self agree to that?"
"No problem, no problem." If his original self learned that he had cleared his "debt," why would he hold him accountable? Besides, they were the same person anyway. Even if—just if—he lost, it would only mean one more favor. I'm definitely winning this time!
Uchiha Gen nodded, then glanced around as though something had suddenly occurred to him. "It's a little dull with just the two of us. Want to go to a casino?"
"Hashirama" considered it. "No using your Sharingan."
"No problem."
Walking behind him, Uchiha Gen watched "Hashirama's" back and let his mind go blank. It was a way of regulating his mental state. The whispers