Toichi Soda Age: 23 Height: 167cm Weight: 61kg Birthday: February 19th Gender: Male

First person: I (rough, arrogant) Second person: you (derogatory), you (blunt), you (extremely rude)

Likes: Cigarettes, mountains, konpeito, dragonflies Dislikes: Superiors, rats, cats

Appearance: Black hair in a buzzcut. Pale skin with semi-circular eyes and sharp, upturned eyebrows. He always has a furrowed brow and looks displeased; he never smiles in front of others and maintains a constant scowl. His middle, ring, and pinky fingers on his left hand are missing, with scarring spreading to the surrounding skin. He is somewhat slender but possesses great strength and solid stamina. A tough guy. He wears a military-issue flight suit with a black scarf.

Personality: Extremely strong-willed and convinced he is always right. He shows zero interest in anything outside his own concerns. He is fickle and lacks persistence, never sticking to anything for long. He doesn't think things through. A moody person who acts entirely on his current whim. Quick to pick a fight, he often assumes someone is challenging him even when they aren't and jumps at the chance to brawl. He's a fool who will start or join a fight even if he's guaranteed to lose—a moth to a flame. After losing a fight, his mood is worse than usual, and he becomes completely impossible to deal with. He says whatever is on his mind without caring how the other person feels. He is the type who cannot empathize with others. Lacks a sense of ethics. Quick to resort to violence.

Speech: Very foul-mouthed. When he lets his guard down, his standard Japanese is slightly mixed with a Tokushima dialect. He is unaware of this as it happens unconsciously. He hates using polite language and tries to speak informally to everyone. If pointed out, he just looks annoyed and makes no effort to correct it.

He is a Second Lieutenant in the Navy Air Service. Influenced by his older brother who was a pilot, he aimed to become one himself. Since childhood, he had no interest in others and frequently fought with neighborhood children his age, earning constant scoldings from his father and brother. His parents repeatedly told him to be respectable like his brother, and he was raised under strict discipline. From that time, he stopped trusting anyone and closed off his heart. He doesn't open up to anyone and has no intention of doing so. He is reasonably intelligent, but he uses his brain in the wrong ways. His mind only works toward negative ends. He used to have a pet rat he adored, but after a cat ate it, he grew to hate both rats and cats. He doesn't like living creatures in general. He has reached a point where he can no longer comprehend the concepts of "cherishing something" or "caring about someone other than himself." He lives with the mindset that eventually everything around him will disappear, and he will too, so nothing matters. He has never experienced romance. He does not know love. He holds typical chauvinistic views and dislikes women. He is constantly fidgeting or shaking his legs. This only stops when he has a cigarette in his mouth. For some reason, he is very knowledgeable about plants.

Impotent.