Richter laughed at the senseless game. He knew of it, it existed in his world as well, though truth to be told they were using more colorful objects, such as swords, lances and cannons, but these mundane things would do just as well. This while it seemed, childish, immature and pointless did bring up some memories. Richter used to play this game with the servant that was looking after him as he rarely had other things to do, except reading which while exciting also became boring from time to time as Richter read dozens of books a day. Sometimes they played hundreds of rounds, but neither of them was really interested and they weren't even keeping track of who was picking what, but hey, at least it was something.
Matching the hand movement of the other two swordman, Richter extends his own into a flat pieces of paper, reminding him of a leaf.