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Name: Kaizen

Age: 17

Height: 7'6"

Skills: [Ascendant Ruin Style: Null Divide, Palm Of Absolution, Palm Of Severing, Left Wing Overflow, Right Wing Treble, Doom Step, Severing Impact, Crescent Moon Deviation, Great Axiom Descent, Null Impact]—[Rokushiki: Mastered]—[Weaponry Arms: Intermediate]

Devil Fruit: None

Haki: [Observarion: Intermediate, Armament: Intermediate, Conqueror's: Variant: Novice comparable to the norm intermediate Conqueror's Haki]

Info spread: [Variant Conqueror's: This Conqueror's is different by far. It's the color of void ash which is a kind of grayish black mix with white. This haki isn't the same as the regular one. It's far more powerful and unruly and can only be countered by one of its type. It denies any other Conqueror's Haki and can only be countered by another Variant of Conqueror's Haki]—[Ascendant Ruin Style: A martial art that Kaizen developed that suited his unique constitution and powerful haki. His constitution can be compared to Linlin's Steel Balloon Physique just a tad bit weaker.]

Lore: [Kaizen is an anomaly even when compared to the monstrous geniuses of old. His eyes are pupil-less which should have left him visually impaired yet he sees just as fine, if not better, than some who had trained their eyes an entire lifetime. His physique and constitution is continuously growing and right now it was basically a slightly weaker version of Linlin's Steel Balloon Physique. Par this with his unparalleled talent for Haki and the fact he had awakened a Conqueror's Haki unique to him alone, The Five Elders and Imu have their own speculations as to why Kaizen was so monstrous at such a young age. Within his very genome carries a legacy that possibly predates the Clan of D. Their fear of him realizing his legacy however, was not present. They had absolute confidence in their iron fist ruled Era. Kaizen, however knew otherwise. From his dreams to his daily resurgence of ancient-like memories, he knew. There was something far greater than what he could ever think of lingering within his very core, calling out to him—to remember.]

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