"Urgh… Another day, another two games in a row…" Sheva groaned, feeling like his quality of sleep was falling since the tournament began. "What in the hell does the organizer think?! This is so fucking inhuman!" He grumbled under his breath, ignoring the messy bed hair, and looked at the mirror.
It was a brand new day, and as if a ritual had been established, it was quite normal for Sheva to start it with a complaint about the organizer. It wasn't like he was as tired as yesterday or worse. Hell, the boy could feel his body adapted quite well to the intensity, and now, he felt quite energized to start the day.
Still, it was quite strange to start the day without being grumpy and blaming the organizer, as it had been his ritual in the last couple of days. Honestly, Sheva felt like a middle-aged man right now, grumbling the first thing in the morning over the working hour that started so early.
