A wide-brimmed brown hat with a big orange feather ยท a cloak lined in red ยท a leather suspender belt ยท leather boots ยท a rapier at the waist ยท a slender body. The higher the level, the lower the posture โ at Lv.1 a confident lunge with the rapier thrust out, then a smile with wings raised beside the cheeks like a flower calyx, then a worried face with wings drawn to the chest, and at high levels a crouching sit with wide pleading eyes.
Habit
Before a fight he lines up the toes of both boots neatly in the same direction.
Catchphrase
"I didn't do anything, did I?"
Weakness
When he gets a sincere request, he nods before he thinks of any tactic.
Proud of
He has drawn a moment of hesitation even from the hardest opponents.
Likes
Polished boots, a grand entrance, the moment someone finally bursts out laughing. He dislikes seeing a friend bullied before his eyes and a small pebble in his boot.
Secret
Inside his first boot there is a small message of encouragement that someone left.
Gets on with
Nanamingoose โ the quiet one and the chatty one are out of step in a way that makes both of them laugh. Goose in Boots reads the moment to charge whenever Nanamingoose looks at his watch.
Awkward with
Golden Goose โ one lives for shoes and the other for boots, so their eyes meet at the shoe rack every time. Each tells the other to polish first.
Weather & seasons
In the rainy season he is proud that his boots are doing their job, and on snowy days he follows his footprints and ends up building a snowman.
Goose in Boots makes a confident first impression. Under the hat he looks straight at his opponent, and before drawing the blade there is the sound of a boot toe tapped once on the ground. He sets out in earnest. But the worse the fight gets, the more a completely different talent appears in this swordsman. He draws his neck in a little, lowers his body a little, and looks up with round eyes. Before long the geese around him put down their blades and take another look at that face. His cuteness is not a sudden transformation but a strategy learned step by step. It runs from a confident lunge to the flower-calyx pose, a worried look and a crouch, and finally to a pleading gaze. It is easy to mistake him for a goose that escapes while the opponent stops, but in that instant he closes the distance and lands one precise blow. The adorable gaze is a twist that hides his swordsmanship, not the whole of the fight. After a match he remembers longer how he took a comrade in danger to safety. Sometimes he walks out confidently wearing his boots on the wrong feet, and nobody knows whether it is a trick to draw eyes or a real mistake.