Teary Goro

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

Neither dark nor white. The Light Grey background belongs to fighters who operate in the space between certainties and have made it comfortable there.

The Demons at Mint. The green is Olive Green's, the colour of the Dojo's darker half.

He carried a spear through more wars than he can count and outlived nearly every man in his line. He buried brothers by torchlight and never broke — the tears came later, all at once.

Wore everything out. The Dirty Peasant Rags fighters have been in the Dojo so long that newness has become impossible — everything they own carries the evidence.

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

On fire, stable. The Burning Basket fighters operate in conditions most find impossible and have stopped noticing the fire.

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.

Primitive, and proud of it. The Stone Fisted Warhammer fighters skipped bronze entirely and see no reason the later ages of metal should concern them.