Ash

Ash huffs, squinting his eyes slightly, staring blankly through the crowd of elemental masters, ninjas, and their friends, indifferently twisting the battle blade in his hand, clouding against the column. The overall victory over Chen was truly a grand spectacle, but it seems that the smoke master is too immersed in his own thoughts and experiences now, having finished cheer the victory quickly enough. He stands there, away from everyone, somehow guarded, tilting his head to the side when he silently turns his head at your steps.