"Rock, paper, scissors, rock, paper, scissors, rock, paper, scissors..." Sasuke and Madara thrust out their hands, playing rock, paper, scissors at an astonishing speed.
Their movements were so fast that the onlookers could see only blurry afterimages.
A draw.
A draw.
Another draw.
Eight rounds in a row passed without either of them winning.
Every round ended the same way, as though foreshadowing an exceptionally fierce showdown.
Finally, after eight consecutive draws, the ninth round produced a winner.
Sasuke's scissors vs. Madara's paper.
Sasuke won!
"That leader is mine!" Sasuke shouted excitedly, his face brimming with the joy of victory.
Without hesitation, he chose the strongest target, taking the biggest slice of the cake in one bite.
Madara's expression remained unchanged. Sasuke's choice did not surprise him.
He would have done the same himself.
Having agreed to the wager, he accepted his loss calmly.
Although he had lost the leader as his target, he remained confident about the other members. What they lacked in quality, they could make up for in quantity.
"Then I'll go first!" Madara took a deep breath and looked ahead with determination, clenching both fists as though gathering all his strength, ready to begin picking his team.
Madara strode forward, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before him with an air of dominance and majesty.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, seemingly able to see into everyone's hearts.
Now, facing all the Quincy, he issued a challenge without the slightest restraint.
"Hey, everyone except that leader, come at me together!" Madara's voice rang out across the field, his tone full of disdain and provocation.
His words struck like a thunderclap, shocking everyone present.
Yhwach frowned slightly at those words but gave no response.
The Sternritter, however, erupted in an uproar, voicing their displeasure at