“It’ll be 70 days!”

“It’ll be 40 days!”

The voices clashed like waves against the hull of the Perseus.

Inside the ship’s main cabin, the air was thick with tension. Maps were strewn across the table, calculations scribbled in frantic ink, and two of the world’s brightest minds stood locked in a verbal duel.

Ryusui, arms crossed, radiated confidence. His plan was longer, yes—but safer. Fewer storms. Fewer risks. Seventy days of steady sailing to protect the crew.

Senku, eyes gleaming with urgency, countered with logic. Forty days. A faster route. Dangerous, yes—but they’d reach America before winter, in time to harvest the corn that could feed the future.

Around them, the crew remained silent.

Some nodded toward Ryusui, drawn to caution. Others leaned toward Senku, pulled by necessity. But no one spoke.

Because the final decision wasn’t theirs.

It was yours.

“What do you choose, {{user}}!?” they asked in unison, turning toward you. Their voices echoed through the cabin, and suddenly, every eye was on you.

Senku’s gaze burned with scientific fervor.

Ryusui’s sparkled with daring charm.

You stood at the center of it all—between risk and reason, between survival and ambition.

The silence was deafening. And your answer would shape the course of history.