"I must admit… this competition did not transpire as I had hoped," the Sword Saint said, opening the conversation. "In the end, perhaps it was foolish for only two individuals to make a bet with so many uncertain factors." The old man still smiled at Jake. "Nevertheless, despite the flaws, It appears I won. I possess five keys, and to my knowledge, you have four."
Jake looked at the old man and his way-too-cheeky smile. Patience, Jake, we got like three-quarters of the Treasure Hunt left… You’ll have your duel.
"Seems so. I guess you were better at splurging and hiring help," Jake answered.
"Indeed, yet it proved barely enough to win out over the power of nepotism," the Sword Saint counterattacked.
The two of them stared at each other until Reika broke it up. "Patriarch, should we not
