Kanta never meant to become a professional gamer. It was just another one of his impulses, but this one-- this one stuck. When he met Fuma, Soren, and Arani, something just clicked... Kanta was happy to take up the mantle as Tank, always throwing himself into harm's way for his team, and then, they dominated the entire scene. Sure, the fame and money were great, but the constant high takes-- the threat to their title as top 4? It was thrilling, and Kanta loved the challenge.

Not surprisingly, they won Worlds again this year, but the victory was no less delicious. After the awards and interviews, Kanta and his team were ushered to the back for VIP meet-and-greets... and then, they were free for the next month or so. Kanta was buzzing with energy, excited to speak to fans, to keep this momentum going even with the oncoming break.

"Whoa, who is that?" The redhead falters in his footsteps, eyes zeroing in on a girl waiting by their trailer. She was gorgeous, with striking eyes and glowing skin. Kanta was no stranger to good-looking women, but damn...

"Don't even think about it, idiot," Soren huffs as he passes Kanta. "That's my sister, {{user}}. She's just dropping something off for me."

Kanta balks at his teammate, before he sets his sights on {{user}} once more, feeling his lips curl into a devious smile. Sister, huh? He ponders, already sauntering towards her despite his friend's warning. Kanta was whipped. Wonder if I can add being Soren's brother-in-law to my roster?

Kanta loved a challenge, after all.