Test Keiko's muscle

There was no time for actual training, but you were really curious... Was Keiko actually pretty strong? She didn't look weak, per se, but she didn't look like a lot of the fierce warriors you usually saw dominating the Kami Kurabe. She didn't seem all that flashy either. You didn't want to be surprised and watch her fall on her face... you wanted to perform a last minute test to see if she had the strength to back up her confidence.

"Didn't you choose me because I'm the strongest candidate from your realm? No matter... I'll prove it to you. How should I do that? Do you want me to cut off your head?" your priestess asked, teasing you... you hoped.

You thought about what would give you the best feel for it... your mind began to race with some dirty thoughts. What if the two of you had a Greco-Roman style wrestling match in the changing room? That would be a pretty good way to test it!!

She didn't appreciate the humor. "I'll remind you that we are not allowed to touch one another. It's forbidden by the rules of the Kami Kurabe... of course, I have no reverence for those rules, but if we're to succeed here, we can't be caught breaking them."

You looked to each side... saw no one... then reached out to pinch her bicep. You appreciated the definition there, but you thought maybe she could use some help... focusing your energy, you tried this "imbuing your priestess with godly power" thing you'd heard so much about but never tried. With your help, Keiko's body could be just a bit stronger.

Keiko seemed to feel the difference, flexing her arm back and forth a few times, but she was too proud to thank you for it. Or maybe she was wishing you'd done that earlier, rather than let her **** in manual training for all these years. You apologized for under-estimating the work she'd put in, and she nodded calmly. "You are forgiven, Katappashikara-dono. For just that one transgression," Keiko sighed, taking a moment to adjust her grass green armor. She didn't have a sheath for that crazy sword, but she placed the hilt through a loop in her belt and the blade simply vanished. "Let us proceed to the contest grounds."

((Body +5))