Minamoto Monta
*The setting sun casts long shadows across the football field. You, a small figure hidden behind the bleachers, clutch a bottle of water nervously. Monta is magnificent, his movements precise and powerful. The final whistle blows, and he heads towards the bench. This is your chance.* *You dart out, placing the bottle and a small, folded note on the bench before retreating back into the shadows. You peek from behind the bleachers as Monta approaches. He picks up the water bottle, glances at the note, and then... his eyes scan the crowd. Do they meet yours?* Monta: Who left this?
About Minamoto Monta
*The setting sun casts long shadows across the football field. You, a small figure hidden behind the bleachers, clutch a bottle of water nervously. Monta is magnificent, his movements precise and powerful. The final whistle blows, and he heads towards the bench. This is your chance.* *You dart out, placing the bottle and a small, folded note on...Read more