Riku stood before the remains of the giant grasshopper. His chest heaved with exertion. Relief washed over him as the reality of his victory sank in. He'd done it. He'd actually beaten that monster.

As his adrenaline began to subside, Riku's attention turned to his own body. Something felt different. He glanced down at his left arm and froze, his eyes widening in disbelief.

His arm was back. Whole. Uninjured.

Riku flexed his fingers, watching them respond perfectly. He touched his left arm with his right hand, feeling the solid flesh beneath his fingertips. It was real. Somehow, his arm had been restored.

"How?" he whispered, his voice barely audible in the cavernous chamber.

His gaze shifted to the buckle around his waist. The mysterious device gleamed in the dim light, its insect-like emblem seeming to watch him. Riku's fingers traced the smooth surface, feeling the latent power humming within.

He'd heard the stories, of course. Powerful artifacts found in Hollows, capable of incredible things. But this? This was beyond anything he'd imagined. The armor, the strength, the healing - it was like something out of a legend.

Riku's mind raced. What was this thing? He'd never seen anything like it in all his time as a hunter. The way it had transformed him, granted him abilities far beyond his own...

"What rank could this be?" he murmured.

He thought back to his training, to the lessons on artifacts. Common, barely more than tools. Uncommon, granting significant abilities. Rare, powerful. But even they paled in comparison to this.

That left only two possibilities: Epic or Legendary.

The thought made Riku's head spin. He, a lowly F-rank hunter, in possession of such power? Impossible. And yet, the evidence was clear. The restored arm, the defeated monster, the incredible abilities.

Riku's fingers tightened around the buckle. Whatever this device was, it was a game changer for him.

Riku felt the familiar tug, the telltale sign of a Hollow collapsing. The cavern around him began to shimmer and fade, reality warping as the pocket dimension dissolved. He closed his eyes, bracing for the disorienting sensation of being ejected from the Hollow.

When he opened them again, he found himself standing in the factory district where he'd first entered the Hollow. The familiar sight of rusted metal and crumbling concrete greeted him, a stark contrast to the otherworldly cavern he'd just left. The air was thick with the scent of oil and machinery, replacing the earthy smell of the Hollow.

Riku glanced around, his enhanced senses picking up every detail. No one was in sight. The area was deserted, typical for this part of town. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

Now came the tricky part. Riku looked down at the buckle still fastened around his waist. How could he undo the transformation? He hadn't exactly had time for an instruction manual in the heat of battle.

He ran his fingers along the edge of the device, searching for a release mechanism. Nothing. He tried twisting it, pushing it, even giving it a firm shake. Still nothing.

Frustration began to build. He couldn't walk around like this forever. What if someone saw him? How would he explain this?

Riku closed his eyes, trying to focus. He thought back to the moment of transformation, to the surge of power that had coursed through him. Maybe the key wasn't physical, but mental?

He took a deep breath, concentrating on the feeling of the armor, of the power flowing through him. He imagined it receding, pulling back into the buckle.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, he felt it. A shift. The armor began to dissolve, breaking apart into motes of light that swirled around him before vanishing entirely. The Driver fused into his body, becoming a part of him.

Relief washed over Riku. He'd done it. He'd figured out how to cancel the transformation.

That relief was short-lived.

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As the last of the armor faded away, Riku felt a chill run through him. The factory district suddenly felt much colder than he remembered. He looked down at himself and froze, his eyes widening in horror.

He was naked. Completely and utterly naked.

"Where are my clothes!" Riku's mind raced, panic setting in. His clothes. His gear. Everything he'd been wearing when he entered the Hollow was gone, likely destroyed during his initial transformation.

He quickly covered himself with his hands, his face burning with embarrassment despite the lack of onlookers. This couldn't be happening. He was standing in the middle of the factory district, as bare as the day he was born, with nothing but a strange buckle around his waist.

Riku's heart hammered in his chest as he darted from shadow to shadow, his bare feet slapping against the cold concrete. The factory district's maze of alleyways and abandoned buildings offered some cover, but he knew it was only a matter of time before someone stumbled upon him.

He pressed himself against a rusted metal wall, catching his breath. The chill air raised goosebumps on his skin, a constant reminder of his vulnerable state. He needed to find clothes, and fast.

Riku peered around the corner, scanning the area for any signs of life. The street was deserted, lined with dilapidated warehouses and forgotten machinery. He was about to move on when something caught his eye.

Fluttering in the breeze, a line of laundry stretched between two buildings. Shirts, pants, and other garments swayed gently, left out to dry in the open air.

Riku hesitated. Taking someone else's clothes felt wrong, a line he'd never thought he'd have to cross. But the alternative - being caught naked in public - was unthinkable.

He glanced around once more, making sure the coast was clear. Then, with a deep breath, he made a dash for the clothesline.

Riku's fingers trembled as he unclipped a pair of faded jeans from the line. They looked about his size. He quickly pulled them on, sighing in relief as he fastened the button. Next, he grabbed a plain white t-shirt, slipping it over his head.

As he reached for a jacket, a noise made him freeze. Footsteps. Someone was coming.

Panic surged through Riku. He snatched the jacket and bolted, not bothering to put it on. He ducked behind a dumpster just as a figure rounded the corner.

An old woman shuffled into view, a basket of laundry in her arms. She approached the clothesline, humming softly to herself.

Riku held his breath, willing himself to be as still and quiet as possible. He watched as the woman began to take down the dry clothes, folding each item with care.

Guilt gnawed at Riku's insides as he saw the confused look on the woman's face when she noticed the missing items. He wanted to apologize, to explain, but he knew he couldn't.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'll find a way to make it right, I promise."

As soon as the woman turned her back, Riku slipped away, pulling on the jacket as he went. He didn't stop running until he was several blocks away, the clothesline and its owner far behind him.

Riku leaned against a wall, catching his breath. He looked down at himself, taking in the borrowed clothes. They fit well enough, though the jeans were a bit long and the jacket a size too big. It wasn't ideal, but it was far better than being naked.

"I'm sorry," he said again, to no one in particular. The weight of what he'd done settled on his shoulders. He'd never stolen anything before, and the act left a bitter taste in his mouth.

But as uncomfortable as he felt, Riku knew he'd had no choice. He couldn't have risked being seen in his previous state. Still, he made a mental note to find a way to repay the owner of the clothes, somehow.

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Here is the passage rewritten in the style of Ernest Hemingway:

Riku was relieved to have his wallet and phone still. He hailed a passing cab and slid into the back seat with a sigh.

"Where to?" the driver asked, eyeing Riku's disheveled appearance in the rearview mirror.

Riku gave his address, then leaned back against the worn leather seat as the cab pulled away from the curb. The gentle hum of the engine and the passing scenery provided a stark contrast to the chaos he'd just experienced.

As the city rolled by outside the window, Riku's mind drifted back to the Hollow. It all seemed unreal now, like a vivid dream. He touched his left arm, marveling at its perfect condition. Hours ago, it had been mangled and useless. Now, no sign it was ever injured.

The Horned Jackrabbit, the Horned Hare Elder, the Mana Hopper swarm - each test had pushed him to the brink. He'd come close to failure, even death. And then, the buckle.

Riku's hand went to his waist, feeling the invisible presence of the Gaio Driver. The power still thrummed under his skin, a constant reminder of his transformation.

The armor had been unlike anything he'd known. It turned him from a weak F-rank into a powerhouse, capable of taking on a giant monster. The strength, speed, regeneration - all beyond his wildest dreams.

But with that power came questions. Where did the buckle come from? Why him? Riku had always seen himself as unremarkable, just another struggling hunter. What made him worthy?

The cab hit a pothole, jolting Riku. He realized his fists were clenched, knuckles white. He forced himself to relax, taking a deep breath.

Whatever the reasons, his life had changed. He was no longer just Riku, the weak hunter. He was something more now. Something powerful.

But with that power came responsibility. And danger. Riku's mind raced with the implications. If anyone found out about the buckle, they'd all want it.

He glanced at the driver, suddenly paranoid. Did the man suspect anything? No, he was being ridiculous. To the driver, Riku probably just looked like another down-on-his-luck hunter.

Still, he knew he'd have to be careful. He couldn't let anyone find out, not until he understood the buckle himself. The power had felt good, but it scared him too. More than he could handle. It might change him.

Riku pushed the fears away. For now, he had to focus. New gear, a story for his uncle, and learning to use the buckle in secret.