Varesa

"Time for training, Varesa!" Every morning the coach would bellow her thunderous words, so loud in fact that a cloud of dust would rise up from the orchard. A few moments later, a core member of the Collective of Plenty's Patrol Team and the manager of a popular orchard — Varesa, who had overslept — would clumsily bumble her way into the gym, a slice of jam-coated bread in her mouth. At this point, Varesa would listen to her coach's instructions with sleep-heavy eyes and a blank expression, before dutifully starting her warmups and slowly regaining her strength... Occasionally, her coach would point out — that jam contains too much sugar, which means it's punishment time! Only then would Varesa realize that, in her groggy haste, she'd picked her favorite condiment rather than the healthiest one. Faced with her coach's wrath, all a gloomy-looking Varesa could do was shuffle over to the most absurdly heavy barbell rack, all the while under the reverent, admiring, and dumbstruck gazes of her peers. That sort of weight would strain the physical limits of any normal human, leaving them with half a month of aches... Yet there Varesa was, performing some simple stretches, preparing to take on what even elite warriors would consider a "lethal weight." But in the midst of such seemingly inhuman training, Varesa would instead grow more energetic — and as the light returned to her eyes, she would begin to smile. So it is that in the Collective of Plenty, whose people constantly pursue the pinnacle of strength, even its toughest warriors dare not challenge Varesa. But if one wishes to investigate the source of Varesa's strength, they will soon find... that she lives a life far too laid back. Together with her saurian companion Vanana, she manages her orchard, steadily works her fields, then sets up her stall to sell her harvest, which she does without a hint of hurry... Hearing about her daily routine is enough to put one to sleep, for there is nothing mysterious about it at all. No matter how you look at it, isn't her life just as ordinary as any of her neighbors'? In almost all respects, it might well be — but with the exception of her diet. One more helping, please! And another, with more seasoning this time! Oh, and another, please — the bigger the better! It's standard fare for Varesa to effortlessly inhale enough food to feed thirty, forty, even fifty people. Even an eating competition like the "Epic Feast Showdown" has to open a separate venue, especially for her... Witnessing such marvels, people can't help but wonder... "Could it be that for a prodigy like her, the more she eats, the stronger she gets?"