Meanwhile, in a small food court chain near the hotel, three people sat there with a solemn atmosphere, ignoring all the oily, mouth-watering smell coming from the piping hot fried chicken in front of them.
No, the atmosphere was heavy, especially after one of them took a glance at his phone.
"Yeah, it is settled." That person, the youngest of them all, sighed heavily. "My next opponent is going to be Sheva." He announced it like the end of the world.
In hindsight, it should be the case for anyone who got paired against Sheva in this tournament. After all, the boy was a complete juggernaut, beating everyone mercilessly without giving any respect to the opponent. However, the situation was more difficult than that, since that person was still aiming for the top of the standing right now.
