It was fifteen minutes before the ninth round was about to start, and almost all the players, including Sheva, had already been in their spots to play the last game of the tournament. However, even though Sheva was there, his soul was wandering far away, leaving the mortal plane and letting his brain lead him to the wonderland. He could be seen dozing off in his chair, with no one knowing what he was thinking about.
Honestly, it was quite disrespectful for Sheva to doze off before the game. However, his opponent didn't really mind about it. The man knew that Sheva had just won the entire tournament, so it was understandable for the boy to get drunk in ecstasy and forget about his surroundings for a while. Hell, if anything, the middle-aged man in front of him really hoped that Sheva would keep disrespecting him like this. If somehow, Sheva didn't go all out and he managed to force a draw, he would already consider this game a win.
