"Come on, Shev! The first day of the tournament! Let's create a huge storm today!" Bagas grinned, giving a fist bump to his friend.
"Hmph… Don't worry, just sit tight in the media booth, I will bring the win back at the end of the day." Sheva accepted the fist bump, walking inside the venue with confidence.
It was finally D-Day, and honestly, Sheva couldn't wait to get back into action again. It had been about a month since the Tata Steel Tournament was over, and he was afraid that he had gotten rusty. Even though the boy enjoyed teaching the others, it still couldn't replace the thrill of sitting in such a hot seat, fighting for the glory.
