The silence between the two fighters was completely and utterly deafening. It was like Bang's inquiry killed all sound in the auditorium. There were no words. Only fists. Fists that had yet to be formed, raised, and driven into the flow of battle. 

"..."

Truly the tension of this situation was unmatched. Sasaki and Bang faced each other like two cowboys locked into the stalemate of high-noon, quick hands and pulled triggers, each duelist waiting for the other to make their move, to show but an instant of weakness before the draw.

A movement.

Sasaki's glasses left his face, slowly brought down to pocket-level with a single hand. Was he getting serious? Was this the beginning of a battle of epic proportions!?

...No, he was just cleaning them. False alarm.

Placing the glasses back upon his face once again, Sasaki spoke simply:

"I drink milk."

Tactical.

Fucking.

Genius.