The Gambler

Yumida v Hiro

As Hiro walks out, he sees that Yumida has removed his trench coat. Yumida stands there, his silhouette defined by lean muscle, an understated power evident in every sinew of his frame. As he moves, there's a grace to his motions, a fluidity born of strength and agility.
With a subtle flex of his arms, you can see the muscles ripple beneath his skin, each movement revealing the result of dedicated training and discipline. His chest rises and falls with controlled breaths, the definition of his abs pronounced yet not overwhelming.
Slowly, he reaches up to the hem of his shirt, fingers curling around the fabric with practiced ease. With a swift motion, he pulls it over his head, revealing a torso sculpted by hours of dedication in training. The shirt slides off his shoulders, revealing taut muscles that seem to dance beneath the surface.
Every muscle seems to be in perfect harmony, a symphony of strength and athleticism. As the shirt falls to the ground, he stands there, proud and confident, a living embodiment of what it means to be both skinny and muscular, a testament to the power of determination and hard work.
Hiro is still in his white undershirt and uniform pants. Now Yumida is almost the same, minus the undershirt.
"Was it necessary to strip?" Hiro jokes.
"Don't get excited, the pants are staying on." Yumida smirks.
"I have to make this somewhat even." Aurelian says as Yumida and Hiro stand facing one another. Yumida gets a smile on his face that goes ear to ear, while Hiro is beyond confused.
"Mr. Orincha is an assassin whom works in the night. All of Hiro's spells can work at night as well, so, we'll make it dark." Aurelian throws his hands and staff into the air, and the sun vanishes. It is replaced by a bright moon. Darkness sending shadows everywhere.
"Please, begin when ready." Aurelian's voice can be heard, but he is nowhere to be found.

The open field lay bathed in moonlight, casting long shadows across the grassy expanse. Hiro has his deck of cards held tightly in hand. Yumida was now shrouded in darkness, eyes glinting with lethal intent.
With a flick of the Hiro's wrist, a flurry of cards erupts from the deck, each one crackling with magical energy. Yumida darted between them, weaving through the air with uncanny grace, the shadows seemingly guiding his movements.
Hiro summons a barrier of shimmering energy, but Yumida's shadows snake around it, closing in with deadly precision. With a whispered incantation, Hiro conjures a bolt of lightning, aiming it at Yumida's heart. But the shadows swirl around Yumida's form, deflecting the attack at the last moment. Yumida strikes back, blades flashing in the moonlight as they danced through the air. Hiro counters with blasts of fire and ice, each spell met with a skillful evasion or a swift counterattack. The air crackles with magic, the clash of elements echoing across the field.
Wounds begin to appear on both combatants, cuts from Yumida's blades and burns from Hiro's spells. Yet neither falter, their determination driving them forward despite the pain.
As the battle rages on, Hiro's deck of cards dwindles, each spell taking its toll on his reserves. With a final surge of energy, Hiro unleashes a torrent of arcane power, engulfing Yumida in a blinding light.
When the light fades, Yumida lay on the ground, defeated but not broken. Hiro stands victorious, breathing heavily, his own injuries a testament to the fierceness of the battle. With a weary smile, he offers a hand to Yumida, a silent acknowledgment of respect for the assassin that lay before him.

"Goodness, that was something." Aurelian laughs as the darkness fades and the bright sun is brought back. He walks up to the two wounded warriors.
"I almost had you." Yumida says.
"Not even close." Hiro laughs.
"That last spell was something man." Yumida pats Hiro on the back.
"Your movements are definitely worthy of being a Captain of assassins." Hiro pats Yumida back, but he places a card onto his skin that disappears when he removes his hand.
"Thanks. My agility is my best attribute for sure." Yumida smiles.
"That's enough for today. Hiro, have enough mana to heal?" Aurelian asks.
"Oh, yeah. I forget I can use it sometimes." Hiro says as he puts his left hand on the chest of Yumida. He whispers something and Yumida's wounds and blood begin closing and cleaning. Within seconds there are no marks of a fight on Yumida's body.
"Woah." Yumida chuckles.
"It doesn't replenish stamina or the fatigue your body is in, so don't do anything crazy." Hiro says, as all his cuts begin to heal rapidly as well.
"Aye, Captain!" Yumida salutes jokingly.
"Alright, let's take a break for a bit. Head back to the cabin." Aurelian says, motioning for Hiro to move first. Hiro does, and Aurelian and Yumida walk side by side.
"Truly is something, eh?" Aurelian asks Yumida in a hush voice.
"Yeah, I can get him though." Yumida responds, both sets of eyes on Hiro's muscular back.
"He didn't even hardly use his cards, nor did he buff himself, nor heal himself mid battle. You don't stand a chance, Orincha." Aurelian is dead serious.
"So? I fended off multiple of his spells." Yumida is now looking at Aurelian.
"His grade two spells? Psh, a child could fend those off. He has grade nine spells other than his cards in his arsenal. You are but a training dummy to him." Aurelian thinks for a second, "Actually, you're less than a training dummy to him. He used his only grade ten spell on the training dummy." Aurelian begins walking farther than Yumida and catches up to Hiro. Hiro starts making jokes and being just gleeful. Yumida is stirring in his own thoughts following behind them.