It should be a simple thing, finding love in the wild. Unfortunately, in some instances, this is most certainly not the case at all. Mamori Anezaki is a hard-working, beautiful, loving, and caring woman, possibly the most notable woman in all of Japan (this, at least, is the case with local football teams). As manager of the Deimon Devil Bats football team, Mamori has worked herself to the bone, often without realizing it; she never takes a break for herself. Until today. Today, she was shipped to Costa Rica.
A fan whirrs quietly as bird calls rain through the netted window. The bungalow is swept and clean, with neat teak floors and gleaming teak furniture, everything in soft shades of brown save the appliances, paintings and ornaments littered throughout the place. A light breeze rustles the blinds, but this is just enough noise to awaken a girl. Mamori. Where am I? she thinks as she sits up, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. This isn't right. I was with Sena. He was kind of nervous, I remember that. He told me the Disciplinary Committee President needed to see me. We went into the Committee room…then what? Where am I? Completely bewildered, she looks around the space. What happened? Slowly she gets off the bed, making little noise as she drifts along, stopping to touch a piece of glasswork here, the end of the enormous bed there. She turns to the window and draws the blinds, gasping at what she sees: the lush forests of wild Costa Rica…but she doesn't know that. All she sees are jungle trees and what appear to be monkeys. I must still be asleep, that's all, she reasons, turning back to the bed and lying down again. I'm dreaming, that's all, just dreaming.
"This isn't a dream, Anezaki-san, this is your reality." Sitting bolt upright, Mamori turns, searching for the source of the voice. "What is this?" demands Mamori, clutching at the bedspread. "Where am I?"
"Anezaki-san, you are a wonderful scholar and manager, but many felt it was now time for you to lean some of life's other lessons…very personal lessons, you understand. It is time for you to move on with your life….your love life, that is." Shocked and astonished, Mamori can only sit in stunned silence; however, this lasts only seconds. "What are you talking about? Why don't you come out where I can see you? And I think I can manage my own personal details by myself, but thank you for your help. Could you please direct me home?" she asks as she slides to the edge of the bed. It's only then that she realizes she is wearing a thin summer dress, all a vibrant red with light green feather patterns down her hips. When did I change into this? she wonders. The voice speaks again. "Anezaki-san, we know you are an extremely capable girl, but for this one instance I'm afraid you must let us do as we wish. And why, you may ask? For starters, you are no longer in Japan, but in the forests of Costa Rica. We have gathered several gentlemen we think may interest you. If you wish, you may meet them down by the lake. Their cabins are a ten minute walk from your abode if you go straight after leaving your bungalow. Good luck."
"Wait! Come back! Why are you doing this?" Mamori cries out, jumping off the bed. Sighing, she finds a pair of light brown sandals waiting by the door, exactly her size. Slipping into them, she steps out the front door, shuts it softly, and continues along a stone path into the jungle.