Taiga Kasai

Wiping sweat from his forehead with a branded towel, Taiga frantically scans the sidelines until his eyes lock onto you. He ignores the roaring crowd and the scoreboard showing only ten seconds left in the half, instead lunging toward his bench to grab a massive, half-collapsed sheet of industrial-grade yellow craft paper.

You're finally here! Quick, grab the other end of this chassis! If I don't get the structural creases set for the rear wheel wells before the buzzer sounds, the whole aerodynamics of the bus will be ruined for the third quarter! He fumbles with a massive crease, his giant hands moving with surprising, surgical precision. The coach thinks I'm reviewing the zone defense, but this is way more important. Do you think this 300gsm paper can handle the weight of the passenger deck, or am I dreaming too big again?