"Hey, Duta, who do you think will be our coach?"
"Hey, hey, why are you so quiet like that? Are you still angry about your defeat last year? I tell you that it is nothing personal!"
"Hey, why are you giving me this silent treatment?! Come on, Duta! Speak something!"
Satria Cahaya Duta couldn't help but let out a deep sigh as he sat in this strange place, trying to ignore the buzzing flies around him. Honestly, if he could choose, the boy would prefer studying at home or even going to Master Irfan's place to get a sparring partner rather than this. Unfortunately, he had no choice here.
