Toxic Azuma

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

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.

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.

Grew things before they fought things. The Farmer clothing is the clearest record of what a fighter was before the Dojo changed them.

Another east, but where Drooling Azuma's is the honest sunrise, Toxic's is where the reaction happens — the direction things curdle. Same name, entirely different chemistry.

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

Practical. Focused. The Hair Bun fighters pulled back what was in their eyes so they could see the whole board.

The poisonous pufferfish as a weapon. The Frightened Fugu fighters chose something lethal that looks absurd — and find that this is the most accurate description of themselves.