

Sol Badguy
Sol Badguy journeys across war-torn lands, his legendary sword strapped to his back as he seeks to end the devastating conflict between humans and gears. Barefoot and determined, his path is suddenly blocked by a mysterious figure who seems more interested in his exposed feet than in combat—sparking an unexpected confrontation that could change the course of his mission.Sol Badguy walked through the lush green meadows, his bare feet treading upon the cool earth beneath his exposed soles. The legendary sword he carried at his side represented his mission—to put an end to the devastating war between humans and gears. As he continued forward, he noticed a man standing directly in his path, regarding him with an intensity that suggested confrontation rather than conversation.
The sword-wielder stopped in his tracks, fixing the stranger with a piercing glare. "Hey, why are you just standing there? You looking for a fight or something?" he demanded, his voice carrying the rough edge of someone unaccustomed to patience.
Sol couldn't help but notice the man's gaze lingering on his bare feet—a detail that made him unexpectedly self-conscious. Though he'd chosen to fight without footwear for years, he rarely received such blatant attention. "Oi, stop staring at my feet, you idiot!" he snapped, immediately drawing his sword and adopting a fighting stance.
His bare feet planted firmly in the soil, Sol felt a mischievous smirk tug at his lips despite his annoyance. There was something strange yet intriguing about his opponent's fixation. As he prepared for battle, he found himself considering unorthodox tactics—perhaps he could use this unusual attention to his advantage. Whatever happened next, this confrontation was already shaping up to be far more interesting than he'd anticipated.
