Toxic Azuma

Heavy. Deliberate. The Golden Earring fighters wear their conviction in precious metal on the outside so everyone knows before they speak.

The hour when most give up. The Blue Evening fighters are still at their desk, still watching the chart, still holding.

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

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.

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

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

Extinct power, still present. The Sabertooth Skull fighters wear something that doesn't exist anymore — which means they carry it forward.

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.

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.