Junichiro Reborn

Not contacts. Not paint. Something older. The Shaman Eyes fighters see through the collection at a frequency others can't access, and they've been doing it since before the derug.

Red moon, heightened stakes. The Red High Moon backgrounds mark the moments when everything was on the line and the fighter stayed.

Every cracked card. White is the beginner's belt, and torn is how the crack left it, border and all: a White card is never printed. A repair earns Blue.

He walked into something that should have ended him and walked back out with the same name and none of the same conditions. Nobody agrees what happened out there, and he's in no hurry to explain.

The blue Oni does not rage. The blue Oni waits. The Blue Oni Tattoo fighters are the calmest ones in the room — which makes them the most dangerous.

Clear eyes. No filter. The unshielded gaze that sees things as they are — not as they're presented or sold.

Cropped, sharp, and darkening. The Short Spiky Dark fighters lost the topknot along with the rules, and what grew back came in shorter, harder, and pointed at the sky like a warning.

The turned. 419 fighters who crossed into the demon form — hungrier, harder, and unmistakable on sight. The Dojo's second race, and its darker half.

A bronze fist on a stick. The Bronze Fisted Warhammer fighters wanted to punch from farther away and commissioned the most literal solution available.