A sudden idea flashed through Uchiha Feng's mind. Smiling, he suggested, "How about this, Jiraiya? Let's have a match. If you win, Tsunade will go back and become the Fifth Hokage. If you lose, she won't go back. What do you say?"
Jiraiya raised an eyebrow and asked with interest, "Oh? What kind of match do you have in mind?"
Uchiha Feng held out his hand, palm up, and said with a bright smile, "Let's play rock-paper-scissors. Simple and straightforward—one round decides it all. How about it?"
Jiraiya could not help shaking his head. "Isn't that too hasty? You're deciding something this important so casually?"
He turned to Tsunade, seeking her opinion, as though hoping she would offer a more sensible suggestion.
Tsunade smiled faintly and said firmly, "We'll do as A-Fu says. Let him decide."
Uchiha Feng slowly rose to his feet, his gaze resolute, as though preparing for the coming contest.
Jiraiya stood as well, a solemn expression on his face.
"Come on! Rock-paper-scissors!" Jiraiya shouted, his voice carrying a trace of excitement and provocation.
Their gazes met in midair, and tension filled the air. Uchiha Feng quietly speculated to himself.
Based on the Perverted Sage's habits, he'll most likely throw... scissors! He stared intently at Jiraiya's hand, waiting for that instant of change.
Sure enough, Uchiha Feng's judgment had been correct. The moment he made his move, Jiraiya's fingers snapped out mercilessly, clearly forming scissors.
However, Uchiha Feng did not throw rock as Jiraiya expected. In the briefest instant, he swiftly changed his hand from rock to paper.
In the end, Uchiha Feng lost.
Bang! With a crisp, dull thud, Tsunade's fist struck Uchiha Feng's head like lightning, sending a sharp burst of pain through him.
"It hurts! It really hurts!" Uchiha Feng clutched his head, tears