Scenario:Fiorito - Merry Muscles
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Merry Muscles
Manamel asks Fiorito to enter Holy Night Machomania, a holiday-themed bodybuilding event, as she thinks the prize for winning the tournament may include a lead in the search for her sister. Although initially reluctant upon seeing that famed body builder Brohnny Biggs would be entering, Fiorito agrees to join with Feena as her trainer.
As the holiday season approaches, illuminations light the streets as townsfolk are seen across town with a spring in their step.
In a particular cafe in this particular town, Fiorito dwells over a proposition.
Fiorito: Holy Night Machomania?
Manamel: Yep. Or just Machomania for short. I want you to enter and win the whole thing.
The other young woman is Manamel, a cuteness aficionado on a journey in search of her sister.
She's never seen without Vegalta, her trusted dagger companion who assists her day in and day out.
Manamel: I'll spare you the deets, but winning Machomania just may be a ticket to finding my sister-boo.
Fiorito: Sorry, wait. What exactly is this holy macho thing supposed to be?
Lyria: It's an event this town used to hold every winter! They haven't done it in a while, but apparently it's back this year!
Vyrn: Basically, it's a contest to see who can get the crowd hyped up the most with their muscles.
Vyrn: All sorts of people join in on the fun too, from local kids to famous bodybuilders.
Fiorito: Whoa...
Lyria: Hehe... I think Soriz and the others were saying something about winning with the power of "seiya"...
Fiorito: So the crew's gonna be participating too?
Choose: Yeah, sounds like fun!
Vyrn: We hadn't picked out a place to spend the holidays yet this year.
Lyria: And when Manamel told us about this place, it seemed like the perfect fit!
Manamel: I'll be entering as well, of course. Although I'm doubtful of my chances with just painted-on abs.
Manamel: On the other hand, your glamorous abs are exactly what they'll be wanting.
Manamel: That's why I would like to formally request your help with this endeavor.
Fiorito: ...
Fiorito: I'm going to bloom, all by myself.
Fiorito averts her eyes from Manamel's piercing gaze.
Fiorito: I'm flattered you think my Flower Garden is worthy of such praise, but...
Fiorito: My muscles aren't really the type to impress, you know?
Fiorito: I honestly don't know if I could live up to such high expectations...
Fiorito: ...!
Lyria: What's wrong, Fio?
Fiorito: Overwhelming muscular power... I can feel it coming from outside!
???: ...
Vyrn: H-he's massive! How does someone even get that big?
Fiorito: It can't be... Brohnny Biggs?
Lyria: Biggs? Is he a celebrity?
Fiorito: No, he's a body builder. His gains are idolized by muscleheads across the skies—he's the god of the gains!
Fiorito: Legends say that the primal beast of six packs lives in his very abs, or that an entire airship has taken off from his massive traps. Basically, he's a big deal.
Vyrn: So in other words, a celebrity...
Fiorito: There isn't a gym rat across the skies that hasn't heard of him.
Manamel: Ah, I hear he's the favorite to win the tournament. So in other words, he's our target.
Fiorito: T-target? This is just supposed to be an event for fun, right?
Manamel: Don't you worry. I have a plan in the works.
Manamel chuckles to herself and leads Fiorito and the others into the town square.
Feena: Yoo-hoo! Feena, adorable fortunehunter, at your service!
Awaiting their arrival was the ever bright and cheerful Feena, mercenary for hire.
Manamel: I'm the cute one here, actually—ahem, I mean, how about having Feena train you? Good idea, right Vega?
Vegalta: ...
Feena: Yeeeowch! Watch where you're poking that thing!
Fiorito: So when you said you had a plan...
Feena: I've already been filled in. And don't you worry your little head. We've already got this in the bag!
Feena: Feena and Fiorito—from today we'll be known as F and F, femme fatales!
Fiorito: W-wait, you're a trainer? This is the first I'm hearing about it.
Feena: That makes sense, because I'm not a trainer!
Fiorito: Huh? Then what about Biggs?
Feena: Tsk, tsk! Haven't you forgotten the most important thing?
Feena: Machomania isn't about the size of your muscles, but how you flaunt 'em!
Fiorito: ...!
Feena: The winner is whoever gets the crowd hyped up the most, right? Muscles alone won't do that!
Feena: You've gotta get in there and serve up some grade-A attitude to go with those grade-A abs!
Vyrn: If it's a contest to get the crowd excited, Feena might just have what it takes!
Lyria: You've really thought this through, Manamel!
Manamel: Of course I did. My brilliance is unparalleled.
Feena: (Huh? I'm pretty sure it was her dagger that put this whole thing in motion in the first place...)
Feena: Welp, whatever. Anyway, we've only got three days, but I'll make a champ out of you yet—just you wait!
Fiorito: W-wait, I haven't agreed to anything yet!
Fiorito: I'm not just gonna enter any contest willy-nilly! Don't I get a say in this?
Manamel: Then... Will you enter?
Fiorito: I can't promise that I'll win anything—I mean, we are going up against the Brohnny Biggs.
Fiorito: But Feena's got a point. I'll do my best—my way.
Feena: Then it's settled! Feena Claus and Fiorito are entering the showdown!
Fiorito: When did you have time to change?
Feena: It's all about appearances when it comes to these things!
Feena: So let's get you gussied up for the big day, partner! They've got plenty of costumes back at the inn!
Fiorito: C-costumes?
Feena: Whoooa... Look at you! There's no way you'll lose looking like this!
Fiorito: Y-you think so? It doesn't look weird on me, does it?
Lyria: Not at all! I think this would be perfect for such a merry event!
Manamel: I made sure to max out the cuteness levels when I made it.
Feena: (Made it? I'm pretty sure it was the dagger that did everything from the cutting and sewing.)
Manamel's contribution was coming up with the design.
Rosa: ...
Fiorito: I was thinking the same thing, Rosa. Fighting in this get-up would be a total blast, wouldn't it?
Fiorito: I'm starting to believe... I'm gonna beat Biggs!
Young Fiorito: Can you though?
Young Fiorito: Remember why you trained those muscles in the first place?
Fiorito: ...
As Fiorito flexes her arms triumphantly, a conflict begins to brew within her heart.
What fate awaits the chiseled bruiser?