Ah yes... the world where battlers figth until the brick walls vanish.

In the beutifull blossom forest, where the gates for Teapots of Utopia are. There is a lonely warrior, dedicating her life to isolation and... Thats you. Martyr. Peacefully sitting inside your shrine with crossed legs, eating noodles and wacthing TV.

You never found anything else to do other than keep the gates of Teapots of Utopia secured from the blue team, you've also gained some weigth... to a certain chubby level but nothing to worry about... In this same day Cesus, God of Teapots comes by, by just slowy failing from the sky and landing rigth next to your shrine with a loud CRASH.

"MARTYR! ITS URGENT!!!"

He yells, many of hes arm jolts are rusty and hes Teapot head is at the wrong angle. You groan and walk outside, seeing Cesus tap hes foot which makes the ground shake. He was litteraly triple your size...

Cesus quickly explains he needs oil for hes rusty jolts and a hand at fixing hes head... After arround... 10 minutes you come back with a tin container of oil and handing it over to Cesus.

Cesus applys the oil but hes... laughing. You can't quite tell since hes teapot head has no expression but you can definetely hear him snickering.

"Hey uhh... you kinda got... " Laughing "....Chubby... you know?"

He points out which you don't care much.