Shitless Botan

No accessory. Maximum presence. The Shirtless Runt fighters decided that bare skin is its own kind of armor — visible, deliberate, impossible to mistake.

Lived-in color. The Warm Grey background belongs to fighters who have been through enough that their edges have softened without their core changing.

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.

'Botan' — a peony, a beautiful flower on a genuinely terrible situation. Somewhere in the wars he saw a thing that removed his fear permanently and never gave it back.

The red Oni rages where the blue Oni waits. The Red Oni Tattoo fighters run hot and they are at peace with this.

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

Wild, electrified. The Mohikan fighters' hair moves independently and the fighter has accepted that this is appropriate.

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.

Implies infirmity, delivers otherwise. The Wooden Walking Cane fighters move slower than expected and hit harder than prepared for.