Sheva himself didn't really notice that he was being stared at by the Marisa Sisters. Well, that was for the best, as the game entered a crucial stage. One single distraction was enough to destroy all the hard work he built painstakingly since the beginning of the game.
'Hmm… The situation might seem to be bleak, but I should've had something here, right?' He frowned, tapping his own thigh under the table with his finger. 'His rook has already infiltrated my seventh rank, but there is nothing really worth his going there. I could still control that line quite well with my other pieces. If anything… Should I offer a rook trade? No, I should take that pawn on the A file with my bishop first. Then… What?'
A thousand lines were flying in his head, and currently, the boy was trying to pick the best one to play. The effect of the Endgame Master title also worked to the fullest right now. His mind was sharp, calculating every action and its consequence to see which one to take.
