First Slash

"Why aren't they fighting yet?"

"Half a day has already gone by, and they're still drinking… What are they doing?"

Happy and One Emperor continued to sit by the stone stage while facing each other. One of them poured wine for the other, and that person would drink it. It was as if they were old friends talking to each other, and they did not show any intention to enter a duel to the death, causing quite a number of the players who had come over with great curiosity to feel very gloomy, and they complained nonstop. 

Every single time such voices rose in the crowd, someone else would immediately look at them with scorn. 

"It's not as if they're here to put on a show."

"That's right. They didn't ask you to buy tickets to watch them fight either. This has always been a fight they agreed to in private, so what does it have to do with you? You're watching from the sidelines, and you're still making so much noise…"