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Machismo Shark: Kisameby ~Nagabonar-an

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I don't know what's wrong with this guy. He's just as hot as any other hot bishies in the anime world!

I hereby present you, my interpretation of my #1 favorite character: Kisame Hoshigaki! He's a bitch for me to draw. I can't seem to draw his eyes the 'Kishi way' without making him look like a dork. So, with the help of my Tite Kubo-influenced style, I use Hichigo (aka Ichigo Hollowfication, if you prefer long names than short) as a reference. And look what we got here!

That was one accomplishment...I'm elated...