"There's ten minutes left until the third floor's competition starts, participants are strongly requested to register!"
Another line was waiting for us, friends; as soon as we registered at the stands set up on both sides, we got to the very end of the snake made of people.
"Max, it's your turn this time!"
While Toraman was looking out of the corner of his eye at Rimel waiting for us on the side, he was talking while slapping my shoulder with his hand; the long conversation we had after the competition at the bar had been good for our guy.
"My nephew, we joined too, but it's gonna be just for show."
Even Sukrucuk, another name for competition, was playing it down; maybe for the first time, our tank had given up before he even started. This wasn't the situation until we came to the competition area; Sukrucuk, who couldn't come in first two times, was swearing oaths of victory.
