The end of today’s matches was finally in sight.
Only one match remained.
The fifth round—also known as the quarterfinals.
We were on the brink of the day’s final battles, which would determine the ultimate victors from Groups A through D.
I sighed deeply while snacking on the Vienna sausages Kris was feeding me one by one.
“This is such a grueling schedule.”
“Well, tomorrow, you just have the semifinals and finals during peak time, right?”
