With the title for the challenger section already in his grasp, the rest of the tournament went quite easily for Sheva. Hell, if anything, the hardest part should be outside of the board, as he got chased by people, either fans or media, to force him to talk. Honestly, while he was basically cured of his camera phobia, the scene of so many people waiting in front of his hotel just for him was enough to overwhelm the boy.
"What the fuck is going on here, Gas?!" Sheva cursed in exhaustion. "You said it would only be a few, but this is not just a fucking few! This is a lot! I have been talking the same shit over and over again in the last couple of days!"
"Just hang on, Shev. This is what you call suffering from being too successful." Bagas just snorted in amusement, not showing any hint of sympathy.
