Tokuda

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

Paper screens at night. The Shoji Night fighters were born in the quiet hours, when the market sleeps and only the committed are still at their screens.

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.

The battle-cry made flesh — his roar once turned breaking lines around. Now he barks the same orders across a crooked gambling table, losing quietly to himself in the loudest way possible.

Named for something specific. The Cet Kimono fighters know what they're wearing and why — the rest is for others to figure out.

Authority through opacity. The Dark Spectacles fighters reveal nothing through their eyes and receive everything through them.

Named for the legendary fighter. The Red Heihachi fighters carry that name's weight in every match and find it light.

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.

Snapped, but still swung. The Broken Naginata fighters lost half the reach and none of the conviction — they simply stand closer now.