"In the third place of the open section, please welcome Leon Lucas Mendonca from India!"
It was pretty late in the evening, and Sheva found himself still sitting in the venue. This time, though, all the exhaustion was gone, and with a stomach full of food, the boy didn't even make a single complaint here. Hell, if anything, he was pretty excited, knowing that his name would've been called out later.
The venue was half empty at this point, as not a lot of players were willing to join the closing ceremony. Most of them—especially those who didn't really do well in this tournament—decided to go back home already, or maybe they were still here, yet they were too exhausted to come, wanting to sleep more than anything else. Sheva understood that feeling as well, since he himself also had that kind of thought before.
