"Yeah, everything's good. I'm ok. No, I'm not worried. Look, she's just a random punk! I... Oh, gotta go, I'm arrived at the gym. Bye bye, Holst. I'll call soon, I promise."
Closing the call, I passed the automatic doors to the gym's lobby.

"Welcome, miss Goneril." The purple haired manager greeted me, almost instantly followed by the boy behind the desk. Over their heads, 'Fire Emblem' was written on the wall in large red and golden letters.

"Good day to you, mr. Gloucester" I replied "and hello Cyril. How's things, today?"
It was almost noon, as usual. Not needing to work to survive made me accustomed to waking up late, and the fact I usually work out until eleven o'clock in the evening didn't help.
Also as usual, I'd tied my long pink hair in a long ponytail, since my usual twintails didn't really match my gym outfit, not to mention they might get stuck in the machines.

"Nothing much, apart from the fact-".
I sighed, I knew what that meant. "-the two Mmes Eisner are both here."

Of course, I thought, and rolled my eyes.
Cyril noticed my annoyance and interjected: "Oh, Mr. Kirsten and Mr. Riegan are here too"

"Thanks for telling me, Cyril." I smiled, walking to the ladies' locker room. There, I met Beres, one of the owners, who was changing out of her workout clothes.
As she saw me, she waved for me to come closer: "Hilda! You're here just n time! My brother needs a spotter, and Rhea wants to knock out my wife..."

"Yeah, I heard from your manager. I sure don't envy your family gatherings..." I sighed, putting on my gym shoes and lifting belt.

Belet and Beres Eisner were the owners of this gym, and, by complete chance, had both married one of the three main contenders for mayor: Rhea, the present mayor, and Edelgard Hresvelg, her fiercest opponent.
The two women actively despised each other, often trying to upstage one another in fights and contests whenever they met outside their work environment.

Entering the gym proper, I looked around for Belet, and walked up to him, next to a bench "Hey there! Your sister said you need a spotter!"

In that moment, I heard the clicking of high heels, and turning around I saw Beres, now in more business clothes, walking up to the ring in the middle of the gym, where our green-haired mayor was staring down a shorter, but muscular white-haired young woman.

"Yeah, I'm trying to push for 200 kilos, and you and Rhea are the only ones I know can help."

"There's also Raphael Kirsten..." I pointed out, and the big blond guy looked up from his stretching when he heard his name. "... not to mention Edelgard"

"I know, but I don't know him as much, so I'd rather not bother him." Belet replied, matter-of-factly. "Besides, Edelgard seems to despise me as much as she hates Rhea..."

As the young man prepared for his lift, my gaze wandered towards a nearby mirror. Seeing my reflection I grinned: my body wasn't what most people expect from a lazy, spoiled, young woman, especially one that dresses mostly in pink.
My shoulders were broad and capped, my arms meaty but somewhat slender, my big chest with little to no breasts tapered down to a relatively slim waist, decorated with a pronounced six pack. My glutes and legs were massive and firm.

I could easily bench press what Belet was attempting, I tought to myself, proudly.

Just then, Beres started the match between her and Belet's wives. I didn't need to watch to know how it would go: their power equal, Edelgard would try to get inside her opponent's guard, while Rhea would want to keep her away to make the most of her superior reach.

Belet went for it; the first rep was fast and confident, as was the second. The third took a little more to complete, and at the fourth his arms began to tremble. He had to rest a moment after the fifth, the bar not much more than a finger away from his chest. For the sixth and last, his arms started actually shaking, and I encircled the bar with my fingers, to grab it if needed. It wasn't, and he managed to rerack the bar with little help on my part. He pumped his fist in celebration, too tired to do much more, his biceps and chest swollen from the effort.
After a few seconds he asked, still brething heavily: "How's it going?"

I looked up at the ring, where Beres was holding back her wife, who had a black eye and a few bruises on her face and abs, from attacking Rhea, who was down for the count.

On the far side of the gym I noticed a small man with green hair, running on a treadmill at a respectable pace, entranced by the show of female muscularity and brutality on display in the ring.
I let out a chortle. Ignatz Victor. A sweet guy, but incredibly shy and a bit obsessive.

I reported to Belet what was going on, and he just sighed and sat up. I then heard a male voice counting "... five... six..." it was a dark skinned, black-haired guy, with a slender build and very defined muscles. "Claude!" I called out.
Attorney by trade, tumbler by passion, Claude Riegan was one of my earliest friends.

As soon as Rhea was back up on her feet, Claude stopped counting and turned around: "Hello, Hilda! How are you doing?" He smiled mischievously, as his usual.

"Not bad, not bad." I replied "Are you enjoying your main opponents beating the daylights out of each other?"

"Very." He responded, laughing.