Felon

After seven or so hours of comfortable journey, the crew finally reached Trivandrum. However, their headaches weren't over as of yet. It seemed like none of the people around knew the existence of a martial arts tournament that day.

"Didn't you say that it was a state tournament?" John asked Lonappan.

"Yea?"

"Then why don't these people know where it's held? Those tournaments are supposed to be a big deal, right?" He asked.

"Well, I feel like the popularity of martial arts has been deteriorating—I believe that it generally has less fanfare . Only hardcore fans of martial arts go to watch such tournaments." Lonappan explained.

"That's bad. That's causing us immense difficulty to find the arena now." John sighed.

"Yea… Bad…" Lonappan replied. As far as Lonappan was concerned, this situation was optimal to waste time. It was pretty favorable.