After that, Okada Daruma gave a brief rundown of the schedule for the next day.
First up was the morning routine.
Filming would begin from the moment they started washing up, live-streaming each hero’s state upon waking up to show fans their most “authentic” side…
Clara still had to maintain her “Magical Girl Clara” lovable persona, so that “authentic” needed to be in quotation marks.
After washing up, it would be time for the first activity of the training camp collaboration.
The four heroes of the Sigma series would make a delicious, love-filled breakfast for their adorable temporary little sister, Clara.
And then Clara would taste each one and pick the best.
“Wait a minute!”
Just as Okada Daruma was explaining this, Clara cut her off.
She looked suspiciously at the four people beside her—red, blue, green, and white.
“Let me just ask, can any of you even make breakfast?”
The four brothers shook their heads in perfect unison.
“I knew it!”
Clara complained as she looked at Okada Daruma.
“Miss Daruma, are you trying to kill me here?”
She wasn’t joking; after all, Clara’s taste buds were notoriously hard to please.
Okada Daruma, however, just shrugged indifferently.
“Don’t worry, it’s only breakfast. Even if they haven’t cooked, they’ve eaten, right? They know the general process, making breakfast for you isn’t a big deal… probably.”
“You’re not even sure yourself! Isn’t this basically a torture game?”
Then came the noon schedule.
Since they were at the beach, of course there would be beach sports.
The four Sigma series members would split into two groups for a two-on-two beach volleyball match.
And Clara’s role in this event would be… the volleyball.
They’d put the little loli into a giant inflatable balloon, and both teams would hit her back and forth while wearing exoskeleton armor. The rules were the same as normal beach volleyball, except the court had to be much larger, since a loli-ball was way bigger than a volleyball.
“Wait!!”
Clara interrupted again, even slapping the table as she stood up.
“Isn’t this just a prank on me?! Why do I have to suffer in every event?”
Okada Daruma’s schedule was definitely biased, and Clara naturally voiced her discontent.
To this, Okada Daruma could only explain:
“Miss Clara, you have to understand, the essence of variety shows is seeing the usually lofty stars and heroes get embarrassed, watching them get into awkward situations. The more down-to-earth you seem, the happier the viewers will be. And if you can also show some highlight moments and personal charm, you’ll gain even more fans!”
Clara was even more dissatisfied when she heard this.
“But why am I the only one being made a fool of? So I’m responsible for being embarrassed, and the four of them get to shine and show off their personalities? Am I the little sister or the clown here?”
[You’re a prop. Loli-ball.] Nyx quipped.
Okada Daruma quickly tried to soothe her: “Don’t worry, there will also be activities that embarrass them.”
“Oh? So what’s the next event?” Clara asked.
“Watermelon splitting, but with someone buried.”
Clara knew about this traditional beach game—after all, she was a long-time otaku.
Someone would be blindfolded, spin around three times in place, hold a wooden sword, and then follow the others’ directions to try and split the watermelon.
But Okada Daruma’s version was advanced—a poor soul would be buried beside the watermelon, also blindfolded, with only their head sticking out—about the size of a watermelon.
When the watermelon was split, everyone would happily share it.
But if a head got split, everyone would still happily share it—plus, there’d be more watermelon per person since one would be missing…
Wait, that’s not right!
Based on what happened before, Clara suddenly had a bad feeling.
“I’m not going to be the watermelon, am I?!”
This was no joke. Red Star General looked strong enough that if he swung the sword, Clara really would turn into a watermelon—with red and white spilling out everywhere!
“No, you’ll be the one splitting the watermelon~ They’re the ones getting buried.”
“So in the end, there’s no watermelon! And isn’t that dangerous?”
More importantly, their crazed fans would attack her: “How dare you hit my precious geigei!” Just thinking about it gave Clara a headache.
Getting roasted online was one thing; she might even get stabbed in real life.
“Don’t worry, they won’t get hurt. If you can crack open their exoskeleton helmets, you’re wasting your strength as a magical girl.”
What kind of reasoning was that? Can’t a magical girl be strong, too?
Clara did know one brute-force magical girl…
Finally, the evening schedule.
“For dinner, just like yesterday, you can eat normally, but we’ll be filming you while you eat—especially you, Miss Clara, so please eat cutely…”
So there was finally a chance to catch her breath?
A whole day of these shenanigans—just thinking about it was too much for Clara.
“And finally, tomorrow night we’ll be holding a courage test in the rainforest!”
What kind of ghosts could there be on an artificial island with no history?
Besides, Clara was no spring chicken. How could she be scared that easily?
Okada Daruma pointed to the rainforest area on the hillside.
“The island staff will help us set things up. The five of you will start from different points at the same time, and whoever reaches the top of the mountain last will be punished.”
Didn’t sound too hard, but considering Magical Girl Clara’s image, it was probably better to act scared when the time came, right?
After all, there would definitely be drones following them—Clara was already rehearsing in her head how to act.
“By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Lucia said, raising her hand like in class. “With such a strong solar storm outside, and all the electromagnetic interference, how can we still live-stream?”
Her phone had already lost signal.
“Of course we can.”
This time, it was Anya the mechanic who answered.
“To ensure we can always contact Central City and avoid losing touch, there’s a quantum network between the site and Central City that isn’t affected by transmission media. The fees are a bit high, but compared to the returns and profits, it’s all within the budget~”
“I see, so can we use our phones on that network?” Lucia asked, but was quickly refused.
“Nope, you’ll have to hold off on surfing the net~”
“That’s all for tomorrow’s schedule. Anyone have any other comments?”
Seeing no objections, Okada Daruma continued.
“Then let’s adjourn. Ladies of Dream Witch, you may return to your rooms and rest.”
Hearing that, Clara stood up to leave.
“Oh, and Miss Clara, please don’t go to sleep too early. I’d like to visit you later.”
“Oh, okay.”
Although she didn’t know what it was about, Clara would still cooperate with work matters.
“I’m borrowing Lucia for a bit!”
“Eh?! Wait, Anya— I’m so tired!”
But the mechanic named Anya dragged away the sleepy, pleading Lucia.
Now it was overtime!
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Poor Clara.