Hiromichi stood on the eastern outer edge of the ring, looking out at the crowd of faces-- old and young-- that attended the World Martial Arts Tournament. His opponent was named Yin Jingshin, and while he was certain of himself in his previous matches, but not so much in this one. He had seen Yin in combat, watched him rather closely in fact. He silently hoped he would face this capable combatant. It seemed he got his wish. Here they were, the semi-finals. He had no intention of underestimating his opponent, and hoped that his opponent would not underestimate him. He turned towards his opponent as he entered the ring. "Time to begin..." He mumbled under his breath, taking a small, yellow bottle out of his pocket. He took the top off, popping a couple of tablets into his mouth. He swallowed them. They were his arthritis pills. He just recently began suffering joint pain. He didn't have any now, but it was best to take his pills before something bad happened. He would hate to lose simply because his joint pain.<br/><br/>"Come, old man Hiromichi."<br/><br/>His opponent was a fiery one. This was good. He normally wouldn't give this man the time of day. His jab would simply have been met with Hiromichi showing off his skill. But there was something about this man that he couldn't place. But it made him want treat this man as a worthy opponent. So, instead of keeping silent, he spoke up. "With age comes wisdom. With wisdom comes power." He said simply, the expression on his face unchanging. Hiromichi had kept his ki abilities under wraps for the entire tournament. He wondered if he would be forced to use it now? Hiromichi had a feeling that Yin would push him far beyond the pitiful slice of power he had used in this tournament thus far. Honestly, the prospect excited him. He had yet to be pushed in this tournament. He had never been pushed to his limits since his training with Master Roshi, the only man who ever earned Hiromichi's respect. "But enough of this, let's begin." With that, Hiromichi struck the first blow. He closed the distance between him and Yin quickly, striking at Yin's stomach with his right palm. But this was a ploy, for the actual strike came from the Hiromichi's left palm, heading straight for his neck. The strike from his left palm was light, only a tad bit painful should it hit. The strike from his right palm was of average power. It was certainly more power than he dared waste on his other opponents, but it would be enough for him to start to get an idea of his opponent's capabilities.