My name is Yamamoto Takeshi, with orange-red hair and knee-length braids, sky-blue eyes that are pure and beautiful, I am a Night Rabbit from a distant planet. Well, my original name is not Takeshi Yamamoto, and I am not in this place. My braids are so long not to cosplay Rapunzel, but to make people look bad. My martial arts value is so high not to cosplay Mary Sue, but to cover up my nature. The reason why my sword is so good is not because of the cosplayers, but because of the silent pretense. My umbrella is so powerful not to cosplay as a saint, but to save time. My sweet tooth is so sweet not to cosplay sugar spy, but to absorb the sugar. The reason why I talk so much is not to make a cosplay narration, but to reduce the number of words. Who said Yamamoto Takeshi must have black hair and black eyes, love baseball, eat vegetables, be tall, have wheat-colored skin, and not wear bandages? Jokudera Hayato, how many times have I told you that my hair is not dyed. Sawada Tsunayoshi, how many times have I said that my hobby is not baseball. Hibari Kyouya, how many times have I told you that my food is not vegetables. Baccarone, how many times have I told you that my height is not a joke. Sasakawa Kyoko, how many times have I told you that my skin color is not something I cultivated. Li Baoen, how many times have I told you that wearing bandages is not a perversion.