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NARUTO -ナルト- ストリートファイター HIBIKI

NARUTO -ナルト- ストリートファイター HIBIKI - THE KING OF IRON FIST 2006

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PixAI × zeta Original Character Creation Contest 2026

#Street Fighter #Ryu

Publicado em Nov 2, 2026

Giovanni Felix Kristanto

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character: ryu_(street_fighter), copyright: street_fighter 1boy, solo, ryu (street fighter), short black hair, black beard, brown eyes, red headband, wizard robes, long robe, wide sleeves, hooded robe, holding staff, standing, three-quarter view, from side, low angle, looking at object, serious expression, furrowed brow, candlelight, stone chamber, wooden staff, glowing crystal, bare feet, bare hands, night, dark background, dramatic lighting, depth of field A low-angle three-quarter view from his right side, the camera near the floor so the stone flags run away in steep perspective and the figure towers slightly against the dark. He stands with his weight sunk into the back leg, front foot planted flat and bare on the cold flagstone, toes spread wide in a martial stance that the robe cannot quite disguise; the robe's hem pools and folds over his insteps. The wizard robes hang heavy off his shoulders -- deep indigo wool, frayed at the cuffs, a wide hood pushed back and bunched at his nape, sleeves so broad they swallow his forearms, a braided cord belt cinched twice around the waist and knotted with the ends dangling. His red headband is tied over the short black hair, tails stirring in the draft, the beard coarse and untrimmed along his jaw. His right hand grips a gnarled wooden staff planted on the stone, knuckles pale around the shaft; his left hand is raised before his chest, fingers curled, half-open, as if he has just released a spell and the gesture has not yet finished. His head is turned down and to his own left, chin dipped, and his brown eyes are fixed on the crystal at the staff's head, brow furrowed, mouth set in a flat hard line -- not awe, calculation. Nothing else is lit. A single candle stub guttering on a low stone ledge behind his hip is the only source: warm orange light climbs his left side, glints along the staff and splits into thin shafts inside the rough crystal, and throws his shadow long and wavering across the flags toward the camera, while the far wall and the ceiling above him fall into absolute black. Cold blue-grey stone, indigo cloth, red band, one wedge of amber flame -- and nowhere else any colour. Dust motes drift through the beam. A guarded, searching quiet.

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