Hi, I'm Totalsolar,
Belt:Brown.
Name:Kodai
Specility:Wushu
Poem:A puppet has no will, he would be naught but still if left to his on will, but when the puppeteers appear we make them fight for cheers and jeers, the puppet faces it's fears while it's puppeteer looks on, with nothing sneers and leers, his legs will be broken his arms torn off but his puppeteer cares not even if his hands break-off, A puppet has no glory he keeps his head down and fights simply to be torn apart after each and every fight, A puppet has no gratification just the puppeteer that gets paid after the fight, a tori is a puppet killed every day and every night he faces his fate fearlessly for that is a tori's plight.