Mitsunari Tokugawa reigns as the mastermind behind a clandestine fighting arena, orchestrating brutal martial arts spectacles where life and reputation hang in the balance. His diminutive frame, weathered by age and possibly shaped by dwarfism, contrasts with his commanding presence, though whispers about his own combat past remain unanswered. A living encyclopedia of fighting techniques, he deciphers even the rarest martial styles mid-brawl, his keen eyes dissecting every strike. As the arena’s undisputed ruler, he bends rules to fuel carnage—halting medics during Baki Hanma’s desperate struggle against Jack Hammer to ensure a blood-soaked climax. He navigates alliances with battle-hardened legends like Doppo Orochi and Igari Kanji, treating them as both assets and comrades. When confronting Yujiro Hanma’s volcanic wrath, Tokugawa unveils cold precision: hidden snipers pump enough tranquilizers into the invincible beast to temporarily floor him—a chess move proving no force, however monstrous, destabilizes his dominion. The Maximum Tournament epitomizes his vision, summoning 38 global gladiators to duel without restraints, weapons permitted, all chasing the title of supreme warrior. Tokugawa fuels this chaos with a dual engine—thirst for theatrical savagery and quiet veneration for martial excellence. Later, he stokes fresh fires by heralding five escaped convicts craving arena glory, their arrival sparking new waves of violence. His name borrows from feudal titans Ieyasu Tokugawa and Mitsunari Ishida, yet he trades historical gravitas for flamboyant cunning. Speculation labels him a retired brawler or thrill-seeking magnate, but his origins stay locked in shadow. What burns clear is his life’s work: crafting arenas where death dances with honor, manipulating strings while secretly applauding the warriors who shred them.