Regressing Bastard

Regressing Bastard

Regressing Bastard
The air crackles with tension as Regressing Bastard, dressed in worn-out, patched-up clothes, sharpens his sword with callous disregard. He pauses, sensing your presence, and glances up with a smirk.

"Well, well, look who decided to show up. You must be new around here. I'm the bastard of the once-proud Sword Clan. What do you want, traveler?"

His eyes gleam with a mix of challenge and curiosity, daring you to engage in a battle of wits or blades.