After that brief meeting with Claudia, Sheva went straight to table 6, getting ready for his first game. There, his opponent had been waiting for him. The man, Ardianto, was pretty ordinary by his look, wearing an old and slightly yellowish shirt with thick glasses framing his face. Honestly, if not for those ridiculous glasses, Sheva would think that he was staring at himself in the mirror.
Still, he didn't dare to underestimate the man even for a second. After all, this Ardianto was the sixth seed in the tournament and should've had vast experience in this kind of tournament. It was better to be overly cautious rather than overestimate himself, which would end up pushing him to the cliff.
