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 - Events are being cut!? Mario, everyone picks the ball toss and scavenger hunt
Outside the office window, the autumn wind howled.
On the whiteboard, written in Amane's precise handwriting, were the words "Two days until the sports day." Beside it, in Soyo's round script, someone had written "It will rain tomorrow. Absolutely." — with inexplicable forcefulness.
Beat Mario sat heavily on the sofa. He pushed back his short black hair and stared at the ceiling with deep brown eyes.
"Haah…"
His sigh dissolved into the office air.
On the wall hung a Live2D illustration modeled after his wife. Today too, her smile quietly watched over Mario.
"Mario-san, if you keep sighing like that, happiness will run away."
Amane poked her head out from the office space. Vice president of Cool and Create, her purple-tinged long hair tied in low twin tails. Her silver, narrow eyes gazed steadily at Mario. A ballpoint pen was tucked behind her ear as always. A schedule book in her hand.
"Even if you say that…"
Mario flopped sideways onto the sofa.
"The events might get cut, you know? I still haven't properly told my wife about our promise, and tomorrow Soyo-chan says it's going to rain."
"I checked the rain forecast as well. Precipitation probability is 70 percent. From tomorrow night through the morning after, strong rain is expected."
Amane flipped through her schedule book.
"In the case of outdoor events, cancellation is also possible."
"Uwaah."
Mario spun around on the sofa.
Just then, the office door flew open with a bang.
"Good morning! Mario-san!"
Shaking her fluffy light-blue semi-long hair, Soyo came in. Her round gray eyes looked straight at Mario. A weather forecast memo was sticking out of her pocket.
"Soyo-chan, good morning. You're energetic today too."
"Yes! Ah, Mario-san, it's terrible!"
Soyo hopped and bounded over to Mario's side.
"The weather forecast just got updated. Tomorrow night, the rain's going to get stronger. So the day of the sports festival might be in danger."
"Soyo-chan, Amane-chan already told me about that."
"Ah, is that so."
Soyo clapped her hands together with a pop.
"But according to my forecast, I think it'll hold out during the sports festival time slot. The cloud movements are a bit strange, but, well, I think it'll be fine."
"You just wrote 'absolutely' rain a moment ago."
Amane pointed at Soyo's memo on the whiteboard.
"Ah, that was, um, with my wish put into it…"
Soyo laughed with an ehehe.
"I don't think 'absolutely' is something you write with a wish put into it."
Amane sighed.
Just then, the office phone rang.
Ring ring ring.
"Ah, I'll get it."
Shaking her emerald short bob, Tsumugi picked up the receiver. Her golden, droopy eyes curved into their usual grin.
"Yes, this is Cool and Create. …Oh my, the organizer? Thank you for your continued patronage."
Tsumugi's voice suddenly turned serious.
"…Yes. …Right. …Eh, is that true?"
Mario sat up from the sofa.
"What's wrong, Tsumugi-san?"
"…Yes, understood. Thank you very much."
Tsumugi quietly set down the receiver.
And then she turned back toward Mario and the others.
Her face didn't have its usual smirk.
"What's wrong, Tsumugi-san?"
Soyo tilted her head.
"…Participating offices have dropped out."
"Eh?"
Mario's voice cracked.
"Besides Greatest Trading, two more offices have withdrawn. So they're cutting the events from three to two. That's the organizer's decision."
The office fell dead silent.
"…Seriously?"
Mario clutched his head.
"Cutting events — which one's getting dropped?"
"It's still being adjusted, but among the ball toss, the bread-eating race, and the scavenger hunt, one will be cut."
"One…"
Mario's face went pale in an instant.
"Could the scavenger hunt be the one getting cut?"
"I don't know yet. But there's a possibility."
Mario's shoulders slumped heavily.
"If the scavenger hunt is gone, then my dream of running with my wife is over too…"
Mario's voice faded away powerlessly.
"Mario-san, please calm down."
Amane snapped her schedule book shut.
"First, let's think rationally about which event to keep."
Amane stood in front of the whiteboard.
"We should keep the ball toss and the bread-eating race."
"Eh?"
Mario raised his head.
"Why?"
"The ball toss is an all-participation event and a staple of sports festivals. The bread-eating race is also a staple that gets everyone excited. In contrast, the scavenger hunt has a strong luck element, and spectator satisfaction is unpredictable. It lacks rationality."
Amane explained matter-of-factly.
"That's why we should keep the ball toss and the bread-eating race."
"H-hey, Amane-chan…"
Mario stood up.
"What about the scavenger hunt? What happens to the scavenger hunt?"
"There's a high possibility it will be cut."
"That can't be…"
Mario's hands clenched tight.
"I want to keep the scavenger hunt."
Mario stared at Amane.
"I want to keep the scavenger hunt."
"Please tell me your reason."
Amane narrowed her silver eyes.
"…Because with the scavenger hunt, I might be able to run together with my wife."
The office went quiet again.
"If 'wife' comes up as one of the items, I can run to where my wife is, right? And then, we can cross the finish line together."
Mario's voice was serious.
"…Your wife again."
Amane sighed as if exasperated.
"Mario-san, that's not a valid reason. The sports festival is something we participate in as representatives of the office. Bringing personal feelings into it — I question whether that's appropriate."
"Is it wrong to have personal feelings?!"
Mario raised his voice.
"I want to run with my wife! What's wrong with that?!"
"Mario-san, you're too loud."
Amane didn't back down an inch.
That's when it happened.
"Oh my, oh my."
Tsumugi put a hand to her mouth and grinned.
"That might be a brilliant idea."
"Eh?"
Mario looked at Tsumugi.
"Borrowing your wife in the scavenger hunt. Talk about great streaming content, isn't it?"
Tsumugi narrowed her golden droopy eyes.
"Mario-san's love for his wife is this office's greatest content. Being able to show that off at the sports festival — there's no better story than that."
"Tsumugi-san…"
Mario's eyes grew slightly moist.
"But your wife isn't good at appearing in front of people, right?"
Soyo said worriedly.
"Yeah, that's right. My wife really isn't good with being in front of people. Even just her voice — at first, it took so much courage."
Mario looked down.
"But with the scavenger hunt, maybe… Maybe my wife might come out just a little. I have that feeling."
Mario's voice was small.
"Mario-san."
Amane spoke quietly.
"I understand that your wife isn't good at being in front of people. But the sports festival will have a lot of people. Even so, you're going to bring her?"
"…Yeah."
Mario nodded.
"Protecting my wife is my role. But my feeling of wanting to run with her is also real. So I'll be by her side. Always. If I do that, she shouldn't be scared either."
Mario looked straight at Amane.
"I want to run with my wife. For that, I want to keep the scavenger hunt."
Amane stared at Mario for a while.
Then she let out a soft breath.
"…Understood. I understand your feelings, Mario-san."
"Amane-chan…"
"However, there is one condition."
Amane opened her schedule book.
"I will propose keeping the scavenger hunt only if your wife consents. I absolutely will not force her."
"…Yeah, that's fine. That's fine."
Mario nodded.
"Then it's decided. Let's keep the scavenger hunt."
Tsumugi pulled out her smartphone.
"I'll contact the organizer. Ball toss and scavenger hunt — two events."
Tsumugi began operating her phone.
That's when it happened.
Ring ring ring.
The phone rang again.
"Oh my, who could it be now?"
Tsumugi picked up the receiver.
"Yes, this is Cool and Create."
The next moment, a shouting voice came through the receiver.
'Hey! Cool and Create! Don't mess with me!'
"Power-san?"
Tsumugi pulled the receiver away from her ear.
'Why are you cutting the bread-eating race?! I've been practicing bread-eating every single day to win the bread-eating race!'
"Bread-eating practice…"
Tsumugi almost burst out laughing.
"Power-san, please calm down. The events are decided by the organizer."
'Tell that to the organizer! I bought ten loaves of bread for the bread-eating race! Every morning I run with bread in my mouth! While the neighbors look at me like I'm crazy!'
"That's, um, thank you for your hard work."
Tsumugi stifled her laughter.
Mario pointed at the receiver.
"I'll take over."
Mario took the receiver.
"Hello, Power-san. It's me, Mario."
'Mario! It's you! You're the one who said to cut the bread-eating, right?!'
"No, no. The talk about cutting events came from the organizer."
'Then why is the bread-eating getting cut?!'
"That's… because I want to keep the scavenger hunt."
Mario said honestly.
'Hah? Scavenger hunt? Why?!'
"Because I want to run with my wife."
The other end of the phone went silent for a moment.
'…Huh? Your wife?'
"Yeah. In the scavenger hunt, I want to borrow my wife."
Mario said forcefully.
'Are you seriously saying that?! The sports festival is about participating as a representative of your office! Don't bring personal feelings into it!'
Power's voice got loud again.
"Is it wrong to have personal feelings?"
Mario said quietly.
"I want to run with my wife. What's wrong with that?"
'Gnnnnn…'
Power was at a loss for words.
Just then, a laid-back voice came from the other end of the phone.
'Power-chan, calm down.'
"Slow-san?"
'Mario-san, if you want to keep the bread-eating race, why not just make it a bread-eating ball toss?'
"Bread-eating ball toss?"
Mario tilted his head.
'You just make the balls for the ball toss into bread. Then you can enjoy both bread-eating and ball toss, right?'
"…That's interesting."
Mario laughed despite himself.
'Bread-eating ball toss! That's great! I'll do the ball toss with bread in my mouth!'
Power's voice suddenly brightened.
"Are you really going to do that?"
'I'll do it! Absolutely! I'll win the bread-eating ball toss!'
Power was completely on board.
"Then I'll propose it to the organizer. A bread-eating ball toss, as a new event."
'Yeah! I'm counting on you, Mario! I'll be running with bread in my mouth!'
Power said happily.
'Mario-san, thank you.'
Slow's laid-back voice came through the phone.
"Slow-san, thanks. That was a good idea."
'You're welcome. See you then.'
The call ended.
Mario set down the receiver.
"Bread-eating ball toss, huh. Slow-san, not bad."
Mario said, sounding impressed.
"Mario-san."
Amane came over to Mario's side.
"About keeping the scavenger hunt — are you going to contact your wife?"
"Yeah. I'll call her now."
Mario pulled out his smartphone.
"But before that."
Amane gently placed her hand on Mario's.
"Please explain properly to your wife. What kind of event the sports festival is, what kind of people will be there — all of it."
"…Yeah, I know."
Mario nodded.
"If my wife says she doesn't want to, I won't force her. That much, I promise."
"Please do."
Amane nodded quietly.
"Mario-san, do your best."
Soyo patted Mario on the back.
"Thanks, Soyo-chan."
Mario smiled.
"Now then, shall I tell you the continuation of the synopsis?"
Suddenly, a low, deep voice echoed from the speaker.
"Uwah!?"
Mario looked up at the ceiling.
"Mario-san. You are about to make a great decision. You will ask your wife to participate in the sports festival. That will become an important turning point in your life."
"Don't make it a turning point on your own."
"However, the story will not wait. Two days until the sports festival. Your decision will determine the course of this story."
"I said stop doing that."
"Hmm. Your tsukkomi is always pleasant. That too is one of the charms of this story."
"Flattery won't get you anything."
Mario shouted toward the speaker.
But his heart was e
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