Tokuda

Decorative. Traditional. The Tassel fighters know that ornament and function are not opposites — presentation is part of performance.

Unclear until it clears. The Grey Mist backgrounds belong to fighters who operate where others can't see, and use that fog as their advantage.

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.

The organization runs deep. The Peony Yakuza Sleeve fighters have commitments that predated the Dojo and will outlast it.

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

Elevated tradition. The High Straw Rice Hat fighters dress high above their own heads — everything they do is reaching upward.

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.

Not metaphorical. Someone's leg bone, spiked. The Spiky Femur fighters have been here long enough that the bones of their enemies are now equipment.