Tokuda

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.

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.

After the rice was used. The Rice Sack Rags fighters wear what remains after everything useful has been extracted — and find it sufficient.

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.

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

The Dojo's samurai. The Dejen Samurai fighters carry the warrior tradition through the collection's own lens — ancient code, contemporary context.

Musical instrument. Strung instrument. The Shamisen fighters understand that performance and violence are not opposites — they are the same act in different registers.