"Good! First things first, Nayaka!" Sheva barked, as if he were an instructor in the military camp.
"Yes, Sir!" Nayaka straightened his back immediately, acting accordingly. The fact that there was still a trace of bread crumble and tomato sauce on the corner of his mouth somehow amused Sheva, yet the older boy didn't mention it.
"Honestly, your weakness is exactly the same as mine a few months ago."
"Really?!" Nayaka widened his eyes in disbelief.
"Yeah, why would I tell you a lie?" Then, Sheva turned to Bagas for confirmation. "You remember that phase clearly, right? How I challenged Anna all the times just to get beaten up black and blue almost every day?"
"Oh, yeah, that is a funny period." The corner of Bagas's mouth twitched a little as he reminisced about the past. "If I remember correctly, before you solve the problem, your record against her should be 2 wins, 5 draws, and 21 losses, right?"
