This is a place that's always full of energy. A cheerful office where the singing and dancing VTuber Beat Mario and his friends gather.
Beat Mario is the boss of the doujin music circle Cool&Create. He's a singer famous for Touhou arrangements. His Live2D body was specially made based on his beloved wife. That's why 'I love my wife' is his catchphrase, his morning greeting is 'Konyome,' and his evening greeting is 'Otsuyome.' He doesn't use a voice changer and uses his natural voice. He's easyg
Beat Mario and Friends' Hilarious Daily Life - Rainy Forecast and an Overly Energetic Declaration of War!
The autumn sky was endlessly high and clear.
Third floor of the building where Cool & Create's office was located. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the whiteboard in the shared space with a pale glow.
"Morning, everyone—!"
Mario's energetic voice echoed through the room as always.
He swept back his short black hair and narrowed his deep brown eyes. Glancing at the Live2D illustration of his wife model displayed on the wall, he flashed a grin that showed his slightly pointed canines.
"My wife is the cutest in the world today too, huh."
"Here we go again."
A girl with long purple-tinted hair tied in low twin tails narrowed her silver, sharp-angled eyes. Amane twirled the ballpoint pen hooked over her ear with her fingertips.
"Mario-san, today is the sports festival meeting. Please listen properly."
"Yeah, I know, I know. Ball toss, bread-eating race, and borrow race, right? Last year I couldn't get a single ball in, though!"
Mario laughed as he plopped down onto the sofa in the shared space.
"That's not something to brag about."
"Ahaha, don't be like that. This year I'll get at least one in."
Just then, a woman with a short emerald-green bob peeked out from the kitchen. Tsumugi. Her golden, drooping eyes curved into a sly smile.
"Oh my, Mario-san. With your wife cheering you on this year, aren't you going to be extra fired up?"
Tsumugi brought a hand to her mouth and grinned.
"Eh, ah—no, that's..."
Mario's voice suddenly grew quiet.
(The promise with my wife. What do I do. I still haven't told anyone.)
A sharp pain pricked deep in his chest.
"Mario-san?"
"O-oh! It's nothing! More importantly, let's think about our sports festival strategy!"
Mario hurriedly changed the subject.
Amane stared at Mario with her silver eyes, but didn't press further.
"Then, let's decide who's in charge of each event. First, the ball toss—"
Just as Amane opened her schedule book—
Click.
The office door slowly opened.
"...Hello."
Softly, light-blue hair swayed.
A petite girl entered, as if melting into the air itself. Her round gray eyes seemed to be gazing somewhere far away, and a small memo pad was clutched in her hand.
"Oh, Soyo-chan! Welcome."
Mario waved with a smile.
Soyo sat down lightly beside Mario.
"I came today to talk about the weather."
"The weather?"
Mario tilted his head.
"I think it will rain on the day of the sports festival."
Soyo said it quietly.
The air in the shared space froze for a moment.
"...Huh?"
Mario blinked rapidly.
"Soyo-chan, we're currently discussing the sports festival events."
Amane looked at Soyo with her silver eyes.
"Yes. So, I'm talking about rain."
Soyo tilted her head with a small nod.
"Because if it rains, we can't do the outdoor events."
"...That's not what I meant."
Amane let out a small sigh.
"Hey, Soyo-chan. Why do you think it'll rain?"
Mario asked gently.
Soyo pulled a folded memo from her pocket.
"I'm studying to become a certified weather forecaster. Lately, the cloud movements have been strange. The upper-level winds are blowing from a different direction than usual."
With a serious expression, Soyo pointed at a cloud illustration drawn on the memo.
"At this time of year, when moist air enters from this direction, there's a high probability of rain. Especially since the sports festival venue is along the Tama River, it's also easily affected by water vapor from the river."
"O-ohh..."
Mario couldn't understand even half of it.
But Soyo's earnestness came through clearly.
"Well, even if it rains, we can just move to a place with a roof! I'll run even in the rain!"
Mario laughed brightly.
"Mario-san will catch a cold."
"Soyo-chan, you worry too much."
"I'm not worrying. I'm talking about the weather."
"No, I mean..."
Amane pressed her fingers to her temple.
Tsumugi watched the exchange with a warm smile.
"Soyo-chan's rain forecast isn't bad information, is it? We should properly account for weather risks for outdoor events."
Tsumugi jotted notes in her planner with quick strokes.
"As expected of Tsumugi-san. That's why we can rely on you."
"Oh my, flattery won't get you anything."
Tsumugi grinned again.
At that moment—
BANG BANG BANG!!
The office door was pounded violently.
"Eh, what the—!?"
Mario jumped up from the sofa.
"It's open."
Amane said calmly.
SLAM!!
The door burst open.
"We're going to win!!!"
A loud voice echoed through the room.
The person who entered was a girl with fiery red hair tied in a ponytail. She was tall, with long, slender limbs. She wore a bright red jersey with a towel draped around her neck.
She looked like she could break into a sprint at any moment.
"I'm Power from Greatest Trading! We will absolutely win the sports festival!"
Power thrust her fist into the air and shouted.
"...Who?"
Mario's mouth hung open.
"A suspicious person. I'm calling the police."
Amane smoothly pulled out her phone.
"Wait a moment! I'm not a suspicious person! I'm scouting from a rival office!"
"Scouting is even more suspicious."
Amane said without hesitation.
"Th-that aside! It's only natural to probe a rival's weaknesses! Beat Mario-san, I'm going to find your weakness!"
Power began circling around Mario.
"O-oh. You're energetic, huh..."
Mario gave a wry smile.
"Hmm hmm. Streaming style: natural voice. No voice changer. Friendly personality. Deep trust from viewers. ...Hmm, I can't find any weaknesses."
Power crossed her arms and began to grumble.
"There is a weakness, actually."
Tsumugi spoke up with a cheerful smile.
"Eh, what is it!?"
Power's eyes sparkled.
"Mario-san's wife."
"W-wife!?"
Power looked at Mario with a shocked expression.
"My wife, you see, is the cutest in the world, great at cooking, has a really beautiful voice, gets dimples when she laughs, and also, also—"
Mario's mouth wouldn't stop.
"Eh, wait, hold on. What's happening right now?"
Power's eyes went wide with confusion.
"My wife is also the model for my Live2D avatar, you know. The hair texture, the eye shape—everything is based on my wife. I never get tired of looking at her, even every single day. The first thing I think when I wake up is whether I'll get to see my wife today, and—"
Mario rattled on at high speed.
"U-um, Beat Mario-san?"
"And the rice balls my wife makes are absolutely exquisite. The seasoning of the kombu is perfect. It's no exaggeration to say I live to eat those. Ah, but if I could see my wife in person, I wouldn't even need rice balls. Because just having my wife there—"
Mario's eyes had completely turned into hearts.
"Wh-what... this intensity... what is this...?"
Power backed away, one step at a time.
"Once Mario-san's wife talk starts, it doesn't stop."
Tsumugi said, clearly enjoying herself.
"This is Mario-san's only weakness. Or rather, perhaps his strongest weapon."
"Is it a weakness or a weapon!? Which one is it!?"
Power clutched her head.
"And you know! The day I first met my wife, it was raining. I didn't have an umbrella, so I was taking shelter from the rain at the station. Then my wife said 'please, if you'd like' and let me share her umbrella—"
Mario had completely entered his own world.
"I can't take this anymore! A-anyway, we're going to win! That's all! Excuse me!"
Power fled the office in a near-panic.
SLAM!
The door closed.
"...Huh? Where's Power-chan?"
Mario finally came back to his senses.
"She left."
"Eh, when?"
"While Mario-san was narrating his first meeting with his wife."
Amane shot him a cold look.
"Seriously!? Did I do it again?"
Mario scratched his head.
"It's the usual."
"Well, that intensity is a powerful weapon in its own way, so isn't it fine?"
Tsumugi giggled.
"Soyo-chan, what do you think?"
Mario looked at Soyo.
"Power-san was sweating. When you exercise, your body temperature rises. But when it rains, the temperature drops. So, on the day of the sports festival, I still think it will rain."
Soyo said with a straight face.
"...It always comes back to the weather, huh."
Mario laughed.
—
Meanwhile, Power, who had fled the office, stopped at the building entrance.
"Hah, hah... That intensity was insane... Far from finding a weakness, I was the one overwhelmed..."
Power placed her hands on her knees to catch her breath.
At that moment—
"Excuse me."
A voice came from behind.
"Whoa!?"
Power spun around to find the light-blue-haired girl standing there.
Before she knew it, Soyo had followed her.
"Wh-what is it?"
"It might rain on the day of the sports festival."
Soyo said with a straight face.
"...Rain?"
Power furrowed her brow.
"Yes. Because the cloud movements are strange."
"The cloud movements are... strange?"
"The upper-level winds are blowing from a different direction than usual. At this time of year, when moist air enters from this direction, there's a high probability of rain."
Soyo explained matter-of-factly.
Something clicked in Power's mind.
(If it rains, the outdoor events can't happen... I see! Cool & Create is planning to do a rain dance and cancel the sports festival!)
"Don't tell me... a rain dance...!?"
Power's eyes widened.
"A rain dance?"
Soyo tilted her head.
"I was just talking about the weather..."
"I'm not listening! I've seen through Cool & Create's terrifying plan! Anyway, I'm leaving!"
Power sprinted away at full speed.
"...Running makes you sweat. Sweating makes you catch a cold. Catching a cold means you can't participate in the sports festival."
Soyo murmured quietly as she watched Power's back disappear.
—
Greatest Trading's office.
A room of about 40 square meters inside a shared office in central Tokyo. A banner reading "Goal: Top 3 in the Industry" hung at the entrance.
But inside, it was a mess.
Power's training equipment lay scattered on the floor, and Slow's napping cushion occupied a large space. On Chibi-kun's desk, Mario-san's merchandise was neatly displayed.
"This is bad! This is really bad!"
Power burst in, out of breath.
"...Noisy."
The laid-back Slow didn't even open his eyes, still sprawled on his cushion.
"Slow! Wake up! And Chibi-kun too!"
"Yes, yes, what is it?"
Chibi-kun stopped polishing Mario-san's acrylic stand and looked up.
"Cool & Create is planning a rain dance to ruin the sports festival!"
Power reported in a loud voice.
"There's no way my master would do something like that!"
Chibi-kun said with a pout.
"But that light-blue-haired girl said it would rain on the sports festival day! And she said the cloud movements were strange!"
"The cloud movements are strange...?"
"Yes! That's definitely preparation for a rain dance! They're trying to manipulate the weather and cancel the sports festival!"
Power said with a face full of conviction.
"My master wouldn't do something so underhanded. My master fights fair and square."
Chibi-kun said, clutching Mario-san's acrylic stand to his chest.
"Chibi-kun always takes your master's side..."
"Because my master is my hero."
"A rain dance... sounds fun..."
Slow mumbled through a yawn.
"Slow! You need to have more sense of urgency!"
"Urgency... what's that..."
Slow rolled over lazily.
"Fine! I'll come up with a countermeasure by myself! Against a rain dance, we need a sun dance! I'll start preparing a sun dance!"
Power burned with determination all alone.
"How do you do a sun dance?"
"That's... well... anyway, you pray toward the sun!"
"Toward the sun..."
"Yes! And then we'll make tons of teru teru bozu dolls! I'll look up how to make them, so you two help me!"
"I'll prepare to cheer for my master."
Chibi-kun began making a cheering fan for Mario-san.
"What about Slow?"
"...Sleeping."
Slow closed his eyes.
"Honestly! Why is no one motivated!?"
Power spun her wheels alone.
—
Cool & Create's office.
Soyo drifted back in.
"I'm back."
"Welcome back, Soyo-chan. Did Power-chan say anything to you?"
Tsumugi narrowed her golden eyes.
"I talked about the rain. Then she ran away."
"She ran away just from
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