"What do you mean the training camp is over, Brother Sheva?!" Devi slammed the table hard, staring at Sheva in despair and disbelief. "You know that we have just gotten a grasp of our new style, right?! You cannot do that to us!" The girl cried.
"Well, what can I do? You know that I have a tournament to play, right?" Sheva smiled wryly. It was three days before he had to go to Prague, so he wouldn't be able to amuse them anymore. "Also, you are just ten days away from the tournament, right? Don't get stuck in front of the chessboard all the time. Go back home and spend your time with your family. Trust me, you three need it."
Even though the three teenagers wanted to disagree, they couldn't, knowing that Sheva was right. However, that didn't mean they were willing to accept it, especially since those three realized how big of an improvement they received after getting under Sheva's guidance.
