"Fucking finally…" Sheva cursed inwardly, letting the weight of his shoulder slump against the chair. The mental exhaustion he suffered from this game was definitely the highest, even though this wasn't the longest game he played in this tournament. He didn't even notice the sudden silence around him or the stares that everyone gave, still busy trying to recover. After a few seconds, he finally realized that the atmosphere was quite wrong here. "Um… Is there anything wrong?" He asked awkwardly.
"Congratulations, Boy." In the end, it was an old man on the sideline who came at him first, breaking the long silence. "That was a brilliant game. You've done very well here."
