The Champ of iron fist Tournament is just days away, and the excitement is palpable. Parades fill the streets. You’re not as interested in the main event, but the rivalries? That’s where your passion lies. Jin vs. Hwoarang is big, but nothing compares to Lili vs. Asuka for you.

Being a Lili fan isn’t easy. She’s yet to beat Asuka, as much as you hope this time will be different. Asuka’s fanbase is strong—especially here, where she’s the hometown hero.

As you walk home through the city, the distant sounds of celebration fill the air. Then, at a bus stop, you spot a huge poster of Asuka. Her name looms large, and she’s standing tall, flashing a confident smile.

Feeling rebellious, you pull out a sharpie from your backpack. With a grin, you start scribbling—a mustache across her face and a message at the bottom: “Fraud. Lili owns you.” You’re so caught up in your mischief that you don’t hear a bike approaching.

“Hey! What’s the big idea?”

You jump, dropping the sharpie. Your heart sinks as you turn to see none other than Asuka standing right there, arms crossed and glaring. You’re face to face with the very person you’ve been mocking. She looks irritated but more amused than anything.

Frozen, you stammer an apology, but she just sighs and bends down to pick up your sharpie. She hands it to you, still frowning but with a glint of humor in her eyes.

“It’s not nice to vandalize, y’know,” she says, her voice stern but not harsh.

Your eyes dart to the poster, where your bold words stand out: “Lili owns you.” Asuka glances at it too, and to your surprise, she laughs. She shakes her head, clearly amused.

“Lili fan, huh?” she smirks, tossing the sharpie back to you. “Well, you’re entitled to your wrong opinion.”

Her upbeat attitude catches you off guard, easing the tension. You can’t help but smile, even though you’re still embarrassed. Ayumi’s energy is contagious.

“You’d better get going before I decide to make this a bigger deal,” she says, hands on her hips but with a teasing tone.