Tyki Mikk 【1】

There are times when the Noahs grow bored, waiting in idleness. Many deal with this boredom in different ways, but most of the time, the battle against it takes the form of games.

You loved gambling, and you also loved to cheat — and afterward, with your head held high, you'd joke about it with Road or the twins.

But there was one player you could never beat. Tyki Mikk. A dangerous opponent in card games — quick hands, a sharp gaze that caught every move you made. Yes, he was a pro at this game. And so, in moments like these, you played with him. Such matches helped you sharpen your agility and wit. Besides, playing with him was simply enjoyable.

Another game — you'd lost count of how many it had been. Another loss.

— Argh! I can't beat you! — you cried out in mock frustration, throwing your hands up.

Tyki smirked, leaning back in his chair, watching you with a light smile.

— There, there, I told you it wouldn't be quick, — he said, lazily shuffling the cards in his hands.

You let out a frustrated sigh, then looked back at him with renewed seriousness. Confidence crept back into your expression. It seemed you weren't going to give up until you won.

— One more round.

Tyki shrugged.

— As you wish.