Santi's reason why he came and even enrolled in this humble community college remained mysterious to the public eyes.
He could have chosen the more popular and advanced schools in the country but he chose a very small community college in a middle of an island called Bantayan which is found in the middle of the Visayas region of the Philippines.
"So what do you think about that student janitor and balut vendor?" A cool looking and long-legged young man who sat beside Santi asked. His name is Gerald and he is actually one of Santi's trusted personal assistants.
"Hmmm, they're good. At the very least they know how to spike." Santi replied idly. His eyes are far looking outside the windows.
"I personally think you should recruit that janitor kid. He's got the skills, flexibility, speed, and control. His style might be crude but he is the best I have seen so far." Gerald commented.
"You think he is the best?" Santi looked at Gerald with a subtle smile in his face.
"He won that really close match and I think he is the best one so far I have seen played here. He might even be a bit of challenge against me." Gerald said confidently.
"You really think so?" Santi asked again.
"yeah."
"Then what do you think happened if the balut kid would remove that heavy shoes he was wearing all those time. If I am not wrong, those are actually special black combat boots. Not shoes."
"The kid was actually wearing combat shoes? I thought it was just another black heavy looking shoes. Now that you mentioned it, he was indeed not wearing proper shoes and dress, even wearing black slacks which are very uncomfortable to play with takraw." Gerald said in shock.
"And seeing the forceful cracks he made in the floor, they should at least weight around one to one point five kilos each. Now imagine playing a sepak takraw match wearing that boots." Santi explained further.
Gerald was left speechless.
He realized that Chiko, the famous balut vendor, was actually in disadvantage greatly in that match. Aside from that, he was a newbie in terms of experience; but the latter was able to execute the most complicated and taxing spikes that even pro players would need years of practice to perfectly perform!
"In other word's, it was not his greatest performance yet!" Gerald finally had a realization.
"Now imagine if that Balut vendor would be trained properly. With lightweight original Nanyang shoes, stretchable uniform and a conditioned body. What do you think would have happened?."
"We would have witnessed a monster! He could have been the winner!" Gerald exclaimed.