Celliera

Celliera: So this is the castle occupied by Euden and his comrades. I must offer them my thanks. Hmm? Wait, is that...?
Notte: Hoooo! Another day, another big helping of flower nectar for me!
Euden: Notte... Hmm, something seems different. You don't look like your usual threatening self.
Notte: Well, I guess I have been wheezing a little when I fly lately... Oh no! Am I super out of shape?!
Euden: Perhaps you'd better start exercising. Build those muscles from the ground up!
Notte: Oh maaaan! Does that mean I have to do, like, push-outs or whatever they're called? I need a personal trainer if this is ever gonna work.
Euden: A trainer? All the way out here? I doubt you'd—
Celliera: I STAND READY BEFORE YOU!
Euden: You what now?
Celliera: Ho there, Euden! I've come to settle our debt.
Euden: Uh oh. Do I owe you something?
Celliera: Ah, but you misunderstand. I've come to thank YOU for your aid at the volcano. On that note, Notte recently expressed interest in hiring a personal trainer. That being the case, I will take up the mantle in order to thank you for your earlier aid!
Euden: Oh, really? You don't mind?
Celliera: As a knight's armsmaster, my job is to instruct wards in the proper forms and functions of exercise. With my specialized Armsmaster Exercise Regimen, Notte will be a rippling, winged mass of muscle before you know it! Heh heh... My teacher senses are a'tingle with anticipation. I can't wait to see those guns of yours pumping!
Notte: Uh, yeah, this seems kind of terrifying. I think I'm going to pass.
Celliera: We will begin at once. Also, you will refer to me as Master Celliera.
Notte: Whaaaaat?!
Celliera: Focus on that sweat running down your brow and give me a hundred laps! I want to see the veins bulging in those muscles!
Notte: Wait, laps? Dude, I FLY!
Celliera: Quit with the belly-aching and get with the ab-making!
Notte: Y-yes, Master Celliera!
Celliera: Right then! Meal time. Proper nutrition is vital for one in such intense training.
Notte: *wheeze* *pant* Too much...running... So tired... So hungry...
Celliera: The most important thing when considering one's diet is not the quantity consumed, but the balance of nutrition. Now eat!
Notte: ...What the heck is THIS glop?
Celliera: A special nutritional porridge I prepared! ...Well, technically it's more of a slurry. Regardless, EAT!
Notte: *urp* Oh my gosh, this tastes like the floor of a tavern after the weekend.
Celliera: Don't be picky! From now on, the only things you're permitted to consume are this and water! ...Or perhaps ice chips.
Notte: Wait, that's IT?! *knock knock* Anyone out there? No? ...Ah, jackpot! There's still some bread on the table from dinner! That slurry business was the most disgusting thing ever, but this bread looks mighty tast—
Celliera: DROP THE BREAD! ...Now put your hands behind your head and turn around!
Notte: Ack! It's a trap! Nooooo! C'mon, gimme a break!
Celliera: Break? Do you realize the absolute nutritional wasteland that is a slice of bread?! You'd be better off eating mud! ...Well, except that mud has a high mineral content. But I digress!
Notte: WHO'S eating mud now?!
Celliera: Do you want your muscles to grow flabby and weak?! Do you want to be carried everywhere in a cart because you lack the bone structure to walk?!
Notte: Um...no?
Celliera: Then restrain yourself! Resist the temptation of junk food and have another helping of my nutritional slurry! I know you can do it! I believe in you!
Notte: All right, I'll do it... I've got this! Guide me, Master Celliera!
Celliera: That's the spirit!

Celliera: Behold! The fruits of your training!
Notte: Ta-daaaah! Well? How do I look?! Buff, right? Like, SUPER buff!
Euden: You look great, Notte!
Notte: But what about the guns? DON'T YOU LOVE MY GUNS?!
Celliera: Just look how hard she worked... *sniff*
Notte: Aw, you're giving me too much credit. If I didn't have such a great teacher, I'd still be a puny weakling. That's why I just want you to know how grateful I am for your guidance.
Celliera: Notte!
Notte: Master!
Euden: Heh. Seems like it's a good thing you came here, Celliera.
Celliera: Hearing you say that makes me even more delighted! And it ALSO makes me want to be of even further aid to you all. As such, I'm going to keep assisting you. Euden, if you have any worries or need to talk about anything at all, come see me right away. I'll devote all my efforts to helping you solve your many, MANY problems.
Euden: Not sure the "many" part was necessary... Er, but are you sure you're okay with this?
Celliera: Hold nothing back! Let me pour the font of my wisdom into your gaping maw!

Celliera: Ho there, Cleo! What are you up to?
Cleo: Eek! C-Celliera?!
Celliera: I didn't think I was being quite so stealthy. ...What's this, then? Are you painting?
Cleo: Er, I'm...
Celliera: Is this a picture of a group of fiends?! How horrid and frightening they look!
Cleo: ...It's a portrait of everyone in the castle.
Celliera: ...OoooOOOOooo! Yes, of cooourse! I see it now! It's soooo beautif—
Cleo: Stop. I'm quite aware of my lack of skill. *sigh* Let me ask you something, Celliera. You're rather...driven. Can you think of a way I might improve my talents?
Celliera: Actually, now that you mention it, I may have an idea. When drawing a person, being conscious of their musculature will allow you to depict them with greater accuracy.
Cleo: Is that so? ...Huh. I learned something.
Celliera: Learned something? Leeeearning... A-HA! This is where I come in! I will teach you all about muscles!
Cleo: You'll teach me about...muscles.
Celliera: Precisely. If you become more familiar with human musculature, your artwork will soar to new heights!
Cleo: Ah, I see. And since your profession involves training people, you're something of an expert in the subject. Well, if you're willing to teach me, I would love to learn.
Celliera: I'm on the case! Henceforth, please refer to me as "master!" With my own body as a model, I will teach you all there is to know about muscles! This here is the biceps brachii, which you can flex to see in greater detail. And here on the calf we have the triceps surae. You can deepen your comprehension even further by not just looking, but touching. ...Go on! See how they feel!
Cleo: Yes, Master! Goodness! It's like they're made of iron. And yet they're so slender. I'd always thought that lots of muscle training would cause them to become quite thick.
Celliera: Such slender grace is a result of my body type and training regimen.
Cleo: I had no idea muscles could be such a complex topic.
Celliera: Moving on! The teres major is below the armpit, and then you have the rectus abdominis, which runs along the anterior of the abdomen. ...Go on! Touch!
Cleo: Er, touch your armpit and abdomen?
Celliera: Come now! Get to it!
Cleo: But won't that tickle?
Celliera: It's fine. This is for your art, after all. Now come get your hands-on training!
Cleo: Very well, Master. And apologies for being so up close and personal...
Celliera: Hee... Eee hee... Eeeeee hee heee!
Cleo: Hmm. I think I have a better idea of which muscle is which now.
Celliera: Excellent! Then let us continue touching each and every other muscle. ...And with that, you've now handled every single one of my muscles.
Cleo: Yes, Master Celliera.
Celliera: Now for the next step! As I mentioned, musculature differs based on the person. By which I mean we'll be touching someone ELSE'S muscles now! Onward!
Cleo: Wait, Master!
Euden: Looks like it's about time for me to start my training...
Celliera: CAPTURED! AAAAND...RESTRAINED!
Euden: AUGH! C-Celliera, what are you doing?!
Celliera: This is for art! For CLEO'S art! Now sit there and behave! Cleo! Come touch Euden to your heart's content!
Cleo: Umm...I think this might be going a bit overboard.
Celliera: DO NOT HESITATE! Steel yourself! Do it for art!
Cleo: For art... Right... For art!
Euden: C-Cleo? Why are you holding your hands like that...?
Cleo: Apologies, Euden... HERE I GOOO!
Euden: Aaaaah! What the heck are... Aaaah ha! Y-you're tickling m—AAAAH HA HA HA! Did they do it to you, too, Elisanne?
Elisanne: Yes. ...It was horrible.
Ranzal: Same here. Cleo came at me screamin' about how it was for art or somesuch.
Euden: Why would they need to go around tickling people for the sake of her art?
Celliera: So she might learn about human musculature and make use of it in her portraiture! ...Obviously. And thanks to your cooperation, Cleo now knows about muscles on a most intimate basis.
Euden: Really? Huh. Well, I was shocked at the time, but so long as we were able to help, that's what matters most.
Celliera: And just a little while ago, I posed for her in order to test the results of her studies. Come, Cleo! Show off your artwork to all!
Cleo: I... Um...
Elisanne: What is it? I'd like to see what kind of portrait you produced.
Celliera: I'm eager to see how much you've improved as well! What with my posing, I didn't even catch a glance.
Ranzal: You hidin' it behind your back there? *yoink*
Cleo: Oh!
Euden: This is amazing! Your portrayal of Celliera is so good, it seems like she might just walk right out of the piece! But, um...
Elisanne: Why are her right and left legs different sizes?
Celliera: My head is bizarrely huge. It's three times larger than my body!
Ranzal: Looks like a new breed of fiend if ya ask me.
Cleo: I can draw each part of the body now, but I didn't do a good job with the whole ...balance thing. What should I do now, Master?
Celliera: Now that things have come to this, let me borrow some white cloth, Cleo.
Cleo: Huh? White cloth? I can do that, but, er... What are you going to do with it?
Celliera: I'm going to wave it with all my strength! I surrender! I SURRENDER! You are completely hopeless!
Cleo: You're...giving up on me?!

Euden: I'm so hungry...
Ranzal: Found somethin', Euden! Yesss! A mushroom! Food at last!
Euden: That will be delicious whether we boil or grill it. What do you think we should do?
Ranzal: Eh, both are too much hassle. Let's just eat it before you-know-who comes along and steals it from... Gya! You-know-who is HERE! She on our right or our left?!
 ???: Ha ha! I'm in the TREES!
Euden: Oh no! She got our mushroom!
Celliera: AAAH HA HA! Such is the way of nature! The strong take from the weak, and the weak go mushroom-less!
Ranzal: Dammit! She's gone! How long is this crap gonna go on for, anyways?!
Euden: (How did it come to this...?)

Cleo: Out all night AGAIN, Ranzal? Why do you never learn? And you, Euden! Even if you are tempted to go out and enjoy the night life, you must learn to say no!
Euden: Er, I...
Ranzal: Aw, quit naggin' so much. Ain't nothin' wrong with some male-bondin' time. I mean, a little more freedom ain't a bad thing, ya know?
Cleo: You don't regret what you've done one bit! ...And you know what? I've got just the thing for that. I know somebody who will shape up this lifestyle of yours. ...MASTER!
Euden: Master...? Wait, you don't mean—
Celliera: SHE DOES MEAN, FOR IT IS I! Cleo has recently confided in me that SOME people in the castle have been making a mockery of common decency. I've decided to draft up new rules and regulations so as to do something about the deplorable standards of conduct here.
Ranzal: Rules?! Regulations?! Are ya kiddin' me?!
Celliera: Rule Number One: Wake with the sunrise! Rule Number Two: Bed immediately after dinner! And Rule Number Three: Evening curfew! Once curfew is in effect, going out is EXPRESSLY forbidden! I will be meting out swift—AND harsh— punishment to any found in violation of these new rules. Is this understood?
Ranzal: Oh brother. What a pain...
Euden: Zzz... Zzz...
Celliera: WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAAAAKE UP! You have three seconds to leave your bed! ...Three! ...Two! ...One!
Euden: Blargh! What are you doing in my room, Celliera?!
Celliera: The sun has risen, which means it's time to get up. And if you're half-asleep, I'll glue your eyes open!
Euden: I'm up! I'm up! Leave my eyes alone! ...Yesss! Here's what I've got.
Ranzal: Whoa. That's a hell of a hand, Euden.
Celliera: A-HEM! It is FAR past lights-out time. Now get back to your rooms, and make it snappy! Oh, and if you can't sleep, I'll sing you a little ditty I call "A Lullaby from Hell." NOW MOVE IT!
Ranzal: All right, all right! We hear ya. *sigh* We ain't havin' fun at all ever since Celliera took over.
Euden: Although we ARE living healthier lifestyles.
Ranzal: Sure, but who wants to live a longer life in a prison like this? Not this guy!
Euden: I guess it does feel a little restrictive.
Ranzal: Right? That's why I got a plan. Now listen here... *whisper* *whisper* Ha ha! Slipped out like a pair'a pros, am I right?! There's plenty of taverns open late. We'll tear it up at one of 'em tonight!
Euden: Er, but it's REALLY late, Ranzal. Are you sure this is a good idea?
Ranzal: 'Course it is. But what AIN'T a good idea is clappin' us in irons with a buncha lame rules what restrict our basic freedoms! We're free men, so let's roll like it already!
Euden: Sounds like everyone's still sleeping.
Ranzal: We gotta hurry back to our rooms before anyone notices.
Celliera: I admire your guts—but that's ALL I admire of this pathetic little plan.
Euden: C-Celliera!
Ranzal: This, uh, ain't what it looks like! We were just going to the, uh, thing! For the, er... Y'know? The...thing?
Celliera: Your excuses are futile! You have broken the rules, and must be PUNISHED! If it is freedom you desire so badly... then freedom you shall HAVE!
Ranzal: ...Can't believe her punishment was to force us into the woods for a buncha "self-sufficiency" trainin'.
Euden: Well, we ARE free to choose when to go to bed and what to eat... I'm so hungry, my head's spinning. If only I could've eaten that mushroom... Urgghh...
Ranzal: Get your rear in gear, Euden! Dammit! First she yammers on about "survival of the fittest," and now she's stealin' all our food! WE AIN'T GONNA TAKE IT NO MORE! Guuuh... Shoutin' made my head spin... Huurgh...
Celliera: Well? You've had your taste of freedom. Thoughts? General impressions?
Euden: We...made a terrible mistake...
Ranzal: W-we goofed... Just forgive us...
Celliera: Excelsior! You've learned quite a lesson. Now relax. I'm not some kind of demon. I understand full well that everyone has to have SOME fun now and then. So if you'll practice punctuality and moderation, I will relax the rules. ...A bit!
Euden: Th-thank you...
Ranzal: Now that THAT'S sorted, let's beat feet back to the castle, yeah?
Celliera: Oh, one has nothing to do with the other. A punishment is a punishment! You have three days of training to go, and it WILL continue!
Together: Wh-what a demon...

Euden: Hmm? That voice from behind cover... Wasn't that—
Elisanne: Celliera, that is enough already! Now please put your hands down.
Celliera: Don't move, Elisanne. This will end it. I'll ease your suffering in an instant. Haaaaah!
Elisanne: WAAAAAAAAH!
Euden: What are you two doing?!
Celliera: Ah, Euden! Have you also come for one of my massages?
Elisanne: It was most terrifically painful, but definitely worked wonders. Thank you, Celliera. My training fatigue has vanished.
Euden: Wait, you give massages?
Celliera: By the way, Elisanne, your attacks have a tendency to be slightly off center from time to time, yes?
Elisanne: How do you know that?
Celliera: I could tell when I was massaging you. The balance of your muscles is off between the two sides. It shouldn't impact your overall combat readiness, but a bit of intensive training might remedy the imbalance.
Elisanne: I see. That's helpful advice.
Euden: You picked up on her weak point just by touching her muscles?
Celliera: Muscles tell much about a person— lifestyle, mental state, and the like. For example, Elisanne has recently become mindful of overeating, and has ramped up her abdominal regimen.
Elisanne: Wh-what?!
Celliera: And further, she has noted that the extra muscle mass has made her clothes fit tighter than she'd like.
Elisanne: WHAAAT?!
Celliera: And she's quite embarrassed about that. Particularly when she's around you.
Elisanne: STOOOOP! Don't say anything else!
Euden: I'm still not sure I follow, but, um... I'll take your word for it.
Elisanne: I can't believe she read me that well just from touching me. Ugh. Wait. If I could use that ability of hers, I just might be able to solve our little problem... Celliera? I need your help. Might you give me a hand?
Celliera: That's the man you spoke of, yes?
Elisanne: Indeed. He's with a gang of thieves, but without sufficient evidence to pin them down, they're running free.
Euden: The one who keeps lying and pretending not to know anything?
Elisanne: Right. Which is why I want Celliera to expose his lies and shine the light of day on his misdeeds. I'd also be grateful if you could get him to divulge the whereabouts of his associates.
Celliera: Say no more.
Elisanne: We'll be on standby at a remote location.
Celliera: Ho there, young man! You look strong. Care to arm wrestle?
Man: The heck ya talkin' about, lady? Buzz off!
Celliera: Are you certain? If you beat me, I'll do anything you tell me to.
Man: Even mow my lawn?! ...Yeah, all right. But no take-backs if ya don't wanna do what I say!
Celliera: You're sure singing a different tune now. Very well. Ready...and...GO!
Man: ...Hrrk! You ain't messin' around here!
Celliera: Likewise! You certainly live up to your reputation as a member of a rowdy band of thieves, don't you?!
Man: Hey, ya got the wrong idea about me. I'm a well-adjusted citizen!
Celliera: LIAR! Now then! Everyone gets nervous when they lie—and when they get nervous, their muscles stiffen up. When I mentioned the band of thieves, your arm muscles stiffened for just an instant.
Man: Like fun they did!
Celliera: Then I suppose it wasn't you and your associates who broke into that aristocrat's manor some days back? And the attack on the mail wagon last month? Or the muggings out on the highway?
Man: I got no idea what you're on about.
Celliera: Hmm... Perhaps those weren't ALL your doing after all... You really don't seem to know anything about the mail-wagon incident...
Man: You're creepin' me out, lady!
Celliera: Stop! There's no running away! I'm not letting your hand go!
Man: OWWWWW! Your grip's like freakin' iron!
Celliera: Give in! You're one of those dirty thieves and everyone knows it! If you cooperate and tell us where the others are, I'll ensure you're treated well.
Man: OWWWW! I ain't tellin' ya a damn thing, lady! And if ya don't let go of me, you're in for a world of pain!
Celliera: Still resisting, eh? I'm almost impressed. If that's how it's going to be, then I'll just have to try another approach!
Elisanne: She dragged him behind the shop...
Man's Voice: Lemme go... Hey! H-hey, wait! No way! Oh, ya gotta be kiddin' me! Stop! Stooop! STOOO—EEEEYAAAGH!
Euden: Ah, there they are. Goodness, but he looks well worked-over.
Man: *mumble*
Celliera: Something to say, mmm?
Man: Eeek! I...I'm sorry!
Celliera: I believe I told you to say "ma'am" when you're talking, did I not?
Man: F-forgive me, ma'am! I'm a member of the band of thieves, ma'am! I'll tell you all of my misdeeds, ma'am! AND I'll lead you to my friends, ma'am! S-so please f-f-forgive me, m-ma'am!
Elisanne: Wow. He just spilled everything.
Euden: What in the world did you do to him, Celliera?
Celliera: I should think it's obvious. I just gave him one of my little massages!

Notte: Hiking, hiking, I'm oh-a-so-a liking being out a-hiking, la-de-dah-de-doo!
Euden: Ahhh! Smell that fresh mountain air! ...Huh?
Celliera: Three thousand fifty-six! Three thousand fifty-seven! Three thousand fifty-eight!
Notte: It's Celliera! She's doing jump squats... and it looks like she means business! Wait, she's got a tent. Did she come here to climb the mountain, too?
Euden: She doesn't strike me as a nature buff. Maybe she's out here to train?
Notte: She must be taking on some special foe if she's secluding herself in the mountains like this.
Euden: Well, let's ask her and find out.
Celliera: Hoo-rah! Four thousand! Next, I'm going to—
Euden: Hey there, Celliera!
Celliera: Euden? What brings you out here?
Notte: Whatcha doing all that training for? Trying to overcome your eternal rival or something?
Celliera: Ah. You saw that, did you? I'm a bit embarrassed by this, but if you already saw me, I suppose I have no choice but honesty... I've been training out here for the sake of my pride as a knight's armsmaster.
Notte: Come again?
Celliera: As someone who trains others, I, too, must always be diligent in my own training. This is what I mean by "pride." Thus, from time to time, I come up into the mountains far from the eyes of others in order to hone my own body and mind.
Euden: That's a really great attitude, Celliera. Er, but why would you be embarrassed about that?
Celliera: Because doing it in front of people makes it seem as though I'm showing off. In addition...
Euden: Yes?
Celliera: How should I put this... It's a bit undignified to see one's teacher exerting herself in such a manner.
Notte: Woooow! You're more vain than I thought!
Celliera: *gasp*
Euden: I don't think it's undignified at all. In fact, I think you should show this side to people more often.
Celliera: And why is that?
Euden: It's great to see someone working hard. People who put a lot of effort into things are trustworthy, after all. If everyone knew how hard you work to better yourself, I'm sure they'd trust you even more. At the very least, knowing how hard you work makes me personally feel even more strongly that—
Celliera: Stop! Don't say anything else! ...This is embarrassing.
Notte: Aaaah ha ha! Your face is bright red! Oh, and speaking of bright red, the sun's about to do its setting thing.
Euden: Guess we should be getting back down the mountain. You too, Celliera.
Celliera: ...I suppose.
Euden: I'm so thirsty, I can't sleep. Huh? That light... I'm pretty sure that's her room.
Celliera: Oh, hello there, Euden. Do you need something?
Euden: What are you doing up so late, Celliera?
Celliera: Working on my records of all the people in the castle.
Euden: Records?
Celliera: What the condition of their health is like, anything I saw while fighting with them... That sort of thing. Keeping a detailed record of such things can come in handy when helping people train and better themselves. Although, I tend to write too much, so it always keeps me up well into the night.
Euden: Now that I look closely, you've got a lot of books here. Are they all on medicine and martial arts?
Celliera: Yes. All reference materials for when I'm thinking about intensive training.
Euden: You hone your body during the day and your mind at night. You're really passionate about teaching people, huh?
Celliera: Helping people grow is my joy. Nothing can top the swell of pride I feel when I help someone succeed. That's why I chose my profession of knight's armsmaster.
Euden: Your eyes are sparkling, Celliera.
Celliera: You know? I'm quite glad that I came to the Halidom. The people in this castle are the cream of a very distinguished crop, and I'm certain each one will become noteworthy. I can't help but be excited when I think I might be able to play some small role in that eventuality. You especially, Euden. You overflow with possibility.
Euden: You think so?
Celliera: I know so. And as such, I'd like to train you with even more fervor!
Euden: Heh. Sounds like I might regret that. But by all means, please do so.

Summer Celliera: Raaaaaagh!
Luca: Hmm? Isn't that Celliera?
Euden: You're right. ...Hey, Celliera! What are you up to?
Summer Celliera: A fool's question. I'm training, of course! Keeping one's balance is harder when running on sand, and the harder the training, the more effective it is! In other words, running on this beach allows me to build up my strength twice as fast as elsewhere.
Euden: That is a very "you" thing to think about.
Luca: Yeah, but you're at a BEACH! Doesn't the ol' bod deserve a rest every now and then? It's gonna be daunting to students if their instructor is so high-strung all the time.
Summer Celliera: Then you think I should...relax?
Luca: Hell yeah! Forget all about teachin' for a bit and just play hard!
Summer Celliera: Then enjoy myself at the beach I shall. Huzzah for fun!
Euden: Well, now that we've settled that, what should we do?
Luca: How 'bout a game of beach flag? Whoever grabs the flag, wins!
Summer Celliera: An excellent idea!
Euden: Count me in!
Luca & Summer Celliera: All right!
Summer Celliera: Ha ha! I win again!
Euden: *pant* You're way too good at this... How many victories in a row is that?
Luca: *huff* *puff* ALL the victories in a row! We ain't won a single time!
Summer Celliera: Ready to throw in the towel, boys?
Euden: I don't know about you, Luca, but I'm exhausted. I'm going to sit this one out.
Luca: Well, I ain't quitting without ONE win!
Summer Celliera: That's the spirit! Never surrender!
Euden: If anyone needs me, I'll be passed out in the shade over there.
Summer Celliera: Ready, Luca? Aaaand...GO!
Euden: *yaaawn* Hmm... I must've fallen asleep. It's so comfortable here. I wonder if those two are still... Huh? What in the...?
Summer Celliera: You must be faster, Luca! Faster! Imagine yourself as a coiled spring and use the energy from your ankles to jump!
Luca: Yes, Coach!
Summer Celliera: ...Excellent! Your form has improved! Now give me ten laps around the beach.
Luca: Yes, Coach!
Summer Celliera: Ah, you're awake, Euden.
Euden: I am. Er, but what's going on?
Summer Celliera: I am training Luca so he actually has a chance to defeat me.
Euden: Wait. You're training him to...beat you?
Summer Celliera: Allow me to explain! In all the time you have wasted sleeping, he has not ONCE emerged victorious over me. In the beginning, I merely provided an observation or two and advised him to try a bit of running in the sand.
Euden: And at some point that turned into a full-blown training regimen? Celliera, is this REALLY how you want to spend your vacation?
Summer Celliera: Instructing others in how to defeat me? Of course! It is the joy of every teacher to be defeated by their student!
Euden: But you were supposed to put training aside and relax, remember?
Summer Celliera: ...Ah. That WAS the plan, wasn't it? And yet I rushed right back into training. Perhaps such is just the instructor's fate. Still, what should I do? I am concerned I will simply continue to train and not actually "enjoy" the beach at all.
Euden: Well, maybe you could try to make your training more fun. Give it a seaside theme or something?
Summer Celliera: Seaside-themed training? Hmm... Ah! I just thought of something other than running that might be fun on a beach!
Euden: And what's that?
Summer Celliera: A special kind of training where you improve cardiopulmonary function by catching fish while underwater! We could attempt this activity in that creepy submerged cave I found earlier... Oh, the possibilities are so exciting!
Euden: Heh. I guess nothing perks you up more than the thought of training. Still, so long as you enjoy the beach in your own way, I guess that's what matters.
Summer Celliera: I think you're right. Right then! Time to go have fun at the beach, Celliera style! ...Oh, wait. There's one thing I have to do before I go.
Luca: *pant* *heave* I did my ten laps, Coach...
Summer Celliera: Good man! Then it's time for one more game of beach flag!
Luca: I'm ready, Coach!
Summer Celliera: Then take your position. Reeeady...go!
Celliera's Voice: Ha! I win again! You will have to do better than that, Luca!
Luca's Voice: Oh, damn it all!
Euden: She can't hold back in training OR play...

Summer Celliera: La la laaaa... Aaaand, we're done! Now I just need an opponent.
Summer Estelle: What are you doing, Celliera?
Summer Celliera: Well, speak of the devil!
Summer Estelle: If I may ask, why did you draw that large circle on the ground?
Summer Celliera: This, Estelle, is a "ring." It is where competitions take place in the eastern sport of sumo wrestling.
Summer Estelle: I didn't know you were interested in eastern sports.
Summer Celliera: I'm interested in anything that might prove useful in training! Sumo wrestling is all about intense combat, which HAS to be great for building up strength. I've been eager to try it for a while now.
Summer Estelle: And you decided to do it here?
Summer Celliera: Exactly! See, when you're wrestling, you fall over a lot, so if the ground isn't soft, that could be dangerous.
Summer Estelle: Ah, so the beach is perfect for it.
Summer Celliera: And now that I have my perfect ring, I need an opponent. ...Hint. ...HINT.
Summer Estelle: Er, I'm not really much for wrestling, but I suppose I can try it.
Summer Celliera: Right then! Let me give you a rundown of how this is done. First, I need you to join me in the ring.
Summer Estelle: Easy enough.
Summer Celliera: Now we stand in the center with our backs to one another.
Summer Estelle: Like this?
Summer Celliera: Perfect. And finally, we fight with our glutes to determine a victor!
Summer Estelle: Okay, this all makes sen—Wait. Say that last part again?
Summer Celliera: We fight with our glutes! Each of us uses the force and strength of our gluteus maximus to drive the other one straight out of the ring.
Summer Estelle: Of all the lewd and smutty... This can't POSSIBLY be a sport!
Summer Celliera: Of course it is! ...It's also great for building both your core and hips.
Summer Estelle: You can try to justify its inappropriate nature all you like, but I won't do it!
Summer Celliera: Hmm. Well, in that case... Hey, Euden!
Summer Estelle: Uh oh.
Summer Celliera: What do you say to a round of sumo? It's great for building lower body strength!
Euden: I've never heard of sumo before, but I'd be happy to try—
Summer Estelle: STOOOOP! Don't say one more word until you hear the details of the filthy, immoral behavior she has in store for you!
Euden: Er, this is getting a little weird.
Summer Estelle: She wants you to wrestle with your... your BACKSIDE!
Euden: Okay, maybe a lot weird. Still, it IS a form of training, yes?
Summer Celliera: And an effective one at that!
Euden: Well, if Celliera is so serious about a training method, it must be legitimate.
Summer Estelle: How am I the one in the wrong here?! ...No, there's no way that's true. SHE is the crazy one!
Summer Celliera: Now then! Once you enter the ring, turn your back to me and—
Summer Estelle: Hold on! We aren't done talking!
Euden: Uh, we aren't?
Summer Estelle: Fine! I'll do it! I'll...butt wrestle.
Summer Celliera: No idea what changed your mind, but frankly, I don't really care. Now get into the ring, missy!
Summer Estelle: Urgh... I shouldn't have said that... But public decency sometimes demands one to make the ultimate sacrifice!
Summer Celliera: Ready? And...begin!
Summer Estelle: Aaah! Ooof!
Summer Celliera: Well done, for a beginner! But now... Hah! Hah! HAAAAAAAAH!
Summer Estelle: This indecent sport should not exist, but if I'm competing, I am going to WIN! BEHOLD THE POWER OF MY BUTT! HAH! HAH! HAAAAAAAH!
Summer Celliera: Goodness, what glutes she has... Finally, a true challenger approaches! But tryyyy...THIS!
Summer Estelle: YAAAAH!
Euden: You both left the ring at the same time!
Summer Estelle: Oh well. Guess this round is a dra—
Summer Celliera: YOUR GLUTES! YOUR AMAZING GLUTES!
Summer Estelle: Whaaaaaat?
Summer Celliera: And yet, it makes sense when you consider that a slapping motion all begins in the hips.
Summer Estelle: I don't know about all that...
Summer Celliera: You must teach me about slapping! I might be able to utilize it in my lower-body training.
Euden: Ha ha! Celliera is nothing if not devoted.
Summer Estelle: She certainly is. Perhaps I was a bit hasty when I branded this whole event as madness. I'll be happy to teach you everything you want to know, Celliera.
Summer Celliera: And I will be happy to learn! All right, time for another round! But this time, I want to take YOU on, Prince Euden!
Summer Estelle: Absolutely NOT!

Summer Celliera: (Hmm... No matter where I try diving, I can't find them anywhere...) Hmm? I just felt something underfoot. ...Wait, is this a wallet?
Verica: Ah, Celliera. There you are.
Euden: You haven't found a wallet in this area, have you?
Summer Celliera: Your timing couldn't be better! I just picked one up.
Man: That's it! That's my wallet! I can't believe how on the mark your fortune-telling was!
Summer Celliera: Sorry, WHAT'S going on here?
Euden: Verica used her scrying talents to locate this man's lost wallet.
Verica: Well, my crystal ball didn't show me the wallet, but it DID show you, Celliera.
Summer Celliera: And it turned out I had found the wallet! Goodness, that is impressive stuff.
Man: Thank you so much, miss!
Euden: We're just glad you found it.
Verica: I am always happy to put my abilities to good use.
Summer Celliera: Wait a second... I have an idea! Tell my fortune!
Verica: Certainly. What would you like to know?
Summer Celliera: Fish!
Verica: Fish?
Summer Celliera: I've been attempting freediving fishing as a kind of underwater training. But no matter how much I try, I can't locate any tasty fish.
Euden: And you want Verica to look for them in her crystal ball?
Summer Celliera: Yep! Oh, and don't worry—I plan to share my haul with everyone.
Verica: I have never tried looking for fish before, but will do what I can. Hmm... Yes, I see some pale blue fish swimming about contentedly...
Summer Celliera: Interesting! What else?
Verica: There are a great number of bubbles, as if someone is swimming nearby... And also a familiar flowy swimsuit...
Euden: Julietta's wearing one of those, right?
Summer Celliera: So the fish are where Julietta is! But where IS she, exactly?
Euden: Isn't that her over there?
Summer Celliera: It is indeed! Now it's time to swim like my life depends on it... Hiyaaaaaaah!
Euden: She's really putting her heart into that! I can't even see her over all the splashing.
Verica: Julietta seems to have noticed as well.
Julietta's Voice: Back, you fell water beast! Back, I say!
Summer Celliera: Ha ha ha! Gotcha!
Summer Julietta: Celliera! How can you speak so frivolously after the fear you just caused me?!
Summer Celliera: Heh. Sorry. But you'll get some first-rate fish out of it, so let's call it even. Well then, Verica? Where's my next fishing spot going to be located?
Euden: Er, isn't that enough?
Summer Celliera: If I want to feed everyone, I'm going to need a lot more fish than this. Besides, I'm enjoying myself! As I chase fish through the water, I can just FEEL my cardiopulmonary function improving!
Verica: In that case, let me see...
Summer Celliera: Look at all the fish I caught!
Euden: That's really impressive!
Summer Celliera: I owe it all to Verica's fortune-telling. Many thanks, my good lady!
Verica: Hee hee. You are most welcome.
Summer Celliera: Now I want to catch something massive so we can end this day with a bang.
Verica: Let me see if I can find anything near here which matches that description. Hmm... I see the wreckage of a ship and the shadow of a large fish...
Summer Celliera: Hey, I know where that shipwreck is! LET'S DO THIS THING! Hiyaaaaaaah!
Euden: Looks like she made it to the wreck. I wonder if she'll come back with a haul the size of the others?
Verica: Hmm. There's something strange here. Wait, look at those teeth...
Euden: Verica! That's a dorsal fin!
Together: SHAAAARK!
Verica: Oh no! Look at all that splashing! I think it's attacking her!
Euden: Hang on, Celliera! We'll save you!
Celliera's Voice: Phew! Gotcha!
Together: Whaaaaa?
Summer Celliera: Guys, look at the size of this thing!
Euden: I can't believe she caught a shark with her bare hands...
Verica: Oh, I am SO sorry, Celliera! My fortune nearly got you killed!
Summer Celliera: What are you talking about? Sure, it caught me off guard when it attacked, but our underwater struggle was the best training I've had in days! Maybe WEEKS! By the way, what parts of this are tasty?

Euden: All this fun in the sun is exhausting. I think I need a rest.
Elisanne: Even while resting, it will be difficult to stay cool in this heat.
Summer Julietta: Ell—Elisanne, I would be happy to fan you.
Summer Celliera: That won't be necessary!
Euden: Oh?
Summer Celliera: There's only one way to beat this kind of heat: telling ghost stories! Now allow me to send a few refreshing chills down your spine...
Euden: Ooo, this sounds fun!
Summer Celliera: All right—I shall scare you cold in no time! Here's one I call "The Ocean Nightmare..." And ever since, it's said that you can hear a low, sad voice coming up from the depths of the sea... THE TERRIFYING VOICE OF THE LONG-HAIRED LADY!
Everyone: ......
Summer Celliera: Well? What did you think? Anyone need to change their pants?
Euden: Um...
Elisanne: I...suppose...?
Notte: You suck at telling stories, man. I've heard lullabies that were scarier!
Summer Celliera: What?!
Euden: Are you all right, Julietta? You look pale.
Summer Julietta: N-not at all! I am perfectly fine. Never felt better, in fact.
Summer Celliera: Julietta, look out! There's a long-haired woman behind you!
Summer Julietta: AAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!
Elisanne: Are you truly so scared of ghost stories?
Summer Celliera: So you WERE scared! You should have just said so!
Summer Julietta: Y-you are mistaken! Only a child would be scared by such a third-rate, hackneyed story! I could see the ending coming from a mile away.
Summer Celliera: Bold words! But what say you prove this bravery with a test of courage?
Euden: A test of...courage?
Summer Celliera: That's right. I recently discovered an eerie cave near here that's pitch black even in the middle of the day. You will go into its depths and leave a rock there to prove you made it. Then, once you're back, we'll go in after to confirm the veracity of your claim.
Summer Julietta: A test of courage during the day? What manner of a coward do you take me for, madam?! This will be a simple matter!
Summer Celliera: Ha ha ha! That's the spirit! Now let's get going.
Summer Julietta: Hmm. I see what she meant about this particular cave being eerie. *shudder* Well, let us be done with this nonsense and get shed of this place.
Summer Celliera: Hee hee! She'll never imagine that we're already in here ahead of her!
Euden: Actually, why ARE we here?
Summer Celliera: Asking someone to wander into a cave and place a rock there isn't a test of courage—merely an errand! They need obstacles getting in their way, which we are going to provide! And so... Whoooooooo gooooooooooes theeeeeere?!
Summer Julietta: Eeek! D-did I just hear a voice?
Summer Celliera: Hee hee! I got her! Okay, now it's your turn, Euden.
Euden: You want ME to scare Julietta?
Summer Celliera: That girl is as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. We need to toughen her up! So come on, Euden! She's counting on you!
Euden: All right, let me give it a try. *ahem* Who goes...um...theeere?
Summer Julietta: Eeeek! A-all right, I DEFINITELY heard something that time...
Notte: THAT half-hearted mumble scared her? Lame, man. Laaaaaame.
Summer Celliera: All right, let's keep this up! I took a bunch of cold, slimy seaweed and hung it from a fishing pole. Now we juuuust...
Summer Julietta: Eeek! I just felt something cold on my neck!
Summer Celliera: Next, I'm going to inflate this paper bag, then pop it with a BANG!
Summer Julietta: Eeeek! What was thaaaaaat?!
Summer Celliera: Ha! We're on a roll now!
Notte: You are WAY too into this.
Euden: Well, Julietta IS giving her the reactions she wanted...
Summer Julietta: *sniff* Okay, this is as far in as you can go. Just put the stone down and then you can run out of here very, very quickly.
Summer Celliera: Hee hee! I hope she's ready for the final test! She'll let her guard down as soon as she drops the stone—and that's when I strike!
Euden: I don't know. I think she's scared enough.
Summer Celliera: This is TRAINING! If you don't finish what has been started, it is all for naught. That's why I must turn my heart to stone and terrify her. It's for her own good!
Notte: All right, she put the rock down.
Summer Celliera: Then here...we...go!
Summer Julietta: Finally! Now I can go back to...
Summer Celliera: BOOOOOOOOOOO! IT'S A GHOOOOST!
Summer Julietta: ......
Summer Celliera: Muh?
Euden: Wow. She didn't even jump.
Summer Celliera: Damnation! I failed!
Notte: Hang on a second. *poke* *poke*
Summer Julietta: ......
Notte: Uh, guys? I think she fainted standing up. ...Which I did not know was a thing!
Euden: I knew you were overdoing it.
Summer Celliera: Ack! Someone start compressions! Someone start CPR! I'm sorry, Julietta! Wake uuuup!

Notte: Whoa, the sunset is super pretty today!
Euden: It's also pleasantly cool—unlike how it was in the middle of the day.
Summer Celliera: Out for a walk, Euden?
Euden: I am. You?
Summer Celliera: Oh, I was just having a little think while enjoying the sea breeze.
Notte: Wait, YOU were having a think? The lady who does nothing but run around and scream about training all the time? Holy crap, everybody look out for the flying pigs!
Summer Celliera: Even I need to think sometimes!
Euden: So what were you thinking about?
Summer Celliera: About how much fun I've had here at the beach. You told me that I should try to enjoy being here in my own way. And thanks to that, I managed to have a ball of a time with my training. I doubt it would have been half as fun if I'd come on my own. I'm grateful, Euden.
Euden: I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself.
Summer Celliera: Heh. I really am lucky. The castle is full of fine people— including you, of course. You're always joining me in my training, and letting me off when I cause trouble. I'm so glad I came to the Halidom!
Euden: We could say the same to you. We've all become stronger because of your training regimens, and you've made the castle a much livelier place to boot. We're all glad to have you with us.
Summer Celliera: Oh! Well, I'm honored...
Notte: Aw, she's turnin' red!
Summer Celliera: I am not! That's just the sun!
Notte: Hee hee! No need for the tough-girl act.
Summer Celliera: Stop looking at me and look at the sunset instead, damn it! Watch it sinking below the horizon and feel youthful! That's an order!
Euden: Let's look at it together.
Summer Celliera: Huh? Er, I mean, of course! If you want my company, I'd be happy to give it.
Elisanne: Here you two are. Dinner is almost ready, so—
Notte: Shhh!
Elisanne: Hmm? What's wrong?
Euden: Look at Celliera.
Summer Celliera: Zzzzzz...
Elisanne: Wait. Is she...asleep?
Euden: It's no surprise after how much playing— Er, I mean, TRAINING that she's done. We were just sitting here watching the sunset. It must've gotten the better of her.
Summer Celliera: Zzzzzz...
Elisanne: Heh. She is like a child worn out after a long day at the beach.
Euden: Can we let her sleep a little more?
Elisanne: I would feel guilty waking her now. I'll leave looking after her to you, Your Highness. Perhaps Cleo will be willing to delay dinner a little while longer.
Euden: Sounds good.
Summer Celliera: Zzzzzz...
Notte: Oh man, she looks super innocent. I wonder what she's dreaming about?
Summer Celliera: Zzz... The pain is just starting, kiddos... Don't whine now... Zzzz...
Notte: Dude, she even cracks the whip in her SLEEP!