Yin looked out on the crowd after the announcer had finished his display. They were wild, completely enraptured by the quality of martial prowess implemented by each of the contestants. Yin, in himself was excited for his match. He had seen what the old man could do in his preliminary matches and his skill was of a level Yin had yet to see of any other combatant.<span style="font-style: italic">His movements are sloppy, perhaps his age is getting the better of him. However his potential power could be far more than I can imagine. I must not underestimate him.</span><br/><br/>Since arriving at the tournament Yin had met no other fighter that had harnessed their chi energy. Most fought with brute force alone and consequently found themselves outmatched when confronted with someone whom was well on their way to mastering both the spiritual and the physical.<span style="font-style: italic">He may be another like me. He may even be able to expel his energy as a physical manifestation like my Don Don ray. Luckily I did not have to use it in this competition so far, so he doesn't know that, but he may suspect my ability. He is older, his eyes are trained, and I know he must have watched every match like I did. There are only a few in this competition I suspect of Chi manipulation. He is one.</span>Yin had prepared himself for this situation knowing that one day he would meet a fellow Chi master. He prepared by playing his hand as shrewdly as possible. In his preliminary matches he had shown little of his true power, perhaps only a mere fraction. However, even those displays left the crowds baying for more. Never before had they seen such a perfect fighter, or at least, that is what they perceived him to be. Yin knew very well his style was still young, as was his power, there was no perfection in him, not yet. In fact, it was just the beginning for him.<br/><br/>The announcer signaled to the time keepers to begin the match and at once the bell was sounded. Yin looked about the tiled ring, it was much bigger than the standard rings they used for the preliminaries. By Yin's standards, he would have said the ring was as big as a small field. With enough room to run, jump and fight in with complete relaxation. Perhaps in an average bout this statement would be considered true, however if Yin's perceptions were correct,<span style="font-style: italic">the ring may actually be much too small to contain us both. Heh, I will enjoy fighting with this man, I just know it already.</span>He smiled broadly at that thought and began taking off his black jacket to reveal his bare chest underneath. He stood then throwing his jacket to one side and with his left side facing towards his enemy, fluidly striking a low stance that welcomed any and all attacks that may come. "Come, old man Hiromichi." He jibed, all the while a grin on his face.