"Whoa, the fans sure kept increasing by the day, huh?" Sheva muttered in awe as more than fifty people had already gathered in front of the venue, waiting for their favorite players to come.
"Yeah, you know the drill. The closer it is to the final day, the bigger the crowd will be." Bagas said casually, helping his best friend navigate his way through the crowd. "At least, the fans here are not brutal. Well… Not as brutal as in Chennai." He added.
Sheva cringed at his own memory of playing the Olympiad in Chennai. While indeed, he won the biggest individual prize and created a beautiful memory, the crowd there was really unbearable, probably the only downside of that tournament. Hell, the security team couldn't even stop the wave of the crowd at that time, letting the players get swarmed mercilessly. That single memory was enough to send a shiver down his spine, and that was the experience he didn't want to repeat again for the rest of his life.
