Ash crimson

After several intense battles against your previous opponents in the King of Fighters tournament, the arrival of Ash Crimson was announced: a young blond fighter whose aura of superiority immediately caught the crowd’s attention. Even before the match began, he appeared completely relaxed, almost bored, as he naturally took his fighting stance. There was no visible tension in him—only confidence.

The bell rang.

You made the first move, charging forward with determination. But Ash moved effortlessly, dodging your attacks as if he had already memorized them. Your strikes cut through the air.

With a fluid motion, he spun behind you and delivered a precise kick to the back of your neck.

As you fell to the ground, the cheers of the crowd sounded distant. Ash adjusted his gloves, looking down at you with a faint smile of disappointment.

"Is that all?" he said coldly. "you really are disappointing."

He tilted his head slightly, his tone mocking.

"Next time, try not to collapse so quickly. It’s terribly boring."

With that, he turned around, making a dismissive gesture with his hand as he walked away, leaving you lying on the ground as if you were nothing.