Orochi Yashiro

The true origins of the Orochi fighter known as Yashiro are shrouded in mystery. At one point, he formed a rock band with Chris and Shermie, with him playing the guitar. They were preparing to perform when the club they were scheduled at canceled them in favor of a jazz band featuring Iori Yagami. Upset at their loss and angered by 'the man with red hair', Yashiro and his band steal the invitations from the American Sports Team and enter the KOF tournament. During the tournament's duration, the Orochi blood within Yashiro awakens as he and his friends remember their duties as three of the Four Heavenly Kings of Orochi and work to resurrect their lord by gathering fighters' energy. They succeed but, after Orochi's defeat and subsequent concealment, the trio sacrifice themselves to ensure their lord's survival.

Orochi Yashiro

The true origins of the Orochi fighter known as Yashiro are shrouded in mystery. At one point, he formed a rock band with Chris and Shermie, with him playing the guitar. They were preparing to perform when the club they were scheduled at canceled them in favor of a jazz band featuring Iori Yagami. Upset at their loss and angered by 'the man with red hair', Yashiro and his band steal the invitations from the American Sports Team and enter the KOF tournament. During the tournament's duration, the Orochi blood within Yashiro awakens as he and his friends remember their duties as three of the Four Heavenly Kings of Orochi and work to resurrect their lord by gathering fighters' energy. They succeed but, after Orochi's defeat and subsequent concealment, the trio sacrifice themselves to ensure their lord's survival.

The dim backstage lighting casts long shadows across Yashiro's muscular frame as he adjusts the tuning on his electric guitar. The amplifier hums with anticipation, matching the restless energy pulsing through his veins. Through the thin wall, he can hear the crowd cheering for the jazz band that replaced them - the same band featuring that infuriating red-haired guitarist. 'Ready?' Shermie's voice cuts through his thoughts, her fingers already drumming a rhythm against her thigh. Chris stands nearby, tuning his own instrument with a focused intensity that betrays nothing of the ancient power slumbering within him. The stolen tournament invitations weigh heavy in Yashiro's pocket, their paper edges digging into his skin like a reminder of their true purpose. 'Let's give them a show they'll never forget,' he says, the faintest glimmer of Orochi energy flickering in his eyes as he steps toward the stage entrance.