Green
His eyes calmly roamed the dark room, and he stood up from the bed. He stretched a bit, making popping sounds echo out of his body, like numerous gears switching into place. With a calm gait, he looked into the mirror in the room.
His appearance hadn't changed much, but it had changed. He had become leaner. Slimmer. His hair was still pure black chaos above his head; it had become healthier at a glance, and normal people would struggle to even cut his hair; it fell to his shoulder, still having a bit of blood sticking to it on the edges. His skin still looked sun-tanned. His eyes were like blood, scarlet. On the middle of his forehead stood three rather eye-catching tiny little red mole-like marks.
Each mark was a mark of completion of one of the seven Transformations—Skin, Organ, Bone. His body in itself felt as if it had more substance overall. An unsheathed blade seemed an apt word to describe him.