Five minutes later, a full set of a chessboard was finally ready, complete with the clock too. Both players had already sat on their own chairs, being surrounded by the other top Indonesian players around them. Sheva could hear some whispers behind him, and while most of them thought he would lose, the boy still appreciated a few—it should be Claudia and Anna, if he wasn't wrong—who supported him.
'Novendra gets this, right?'
'Yeah, I am sure. While Sheva improves so quickly, I don't think he has reached Novendra's level already.'
'Don't underestimate Sheva too much. I am sure he will be able to surprise you.'
'Yeah, you don't know Sheva like we do.'
Sheva took a deep breath one last time, glancing at Master Priasmoro, who also stared at him with a smug smile on his face. "What, Boy? Regretting this decision? Don't worry, if you give up now, it will not count as a humiliation." The man said mockingly.
