During a morning of swimming in his pond, hunting for fish to eat, Soppy gets visitors. Two people who take a dip in his pond, Soppy decides to hide and overhears their conversation. They spoke a group who idolize self-improvement, honor and combat, however this place is locked between a tundra and magma field.

'Huh, I like honor, and I always want to be better. I must find this group!' He thought to himself as the two strangers left. He grabbed a fish for the road and headed off to find this guild.

After some walking on his short legs he reached the edge of the GENIS, where he found a post with various signs, Soppy had a hard time reading them, but one with the word “Fields” seemed promising. He wandered and wandered, he felt he may have missed it with how far he traveled. Wishing to get a better perspective he climbed a hill, where on the top he found where he needed to be, the Dueling Fields. This place seemed more dangerous than he once thought, but Soppy pushed down his doubts and marched forward, going into the magma side of the field.

“Ouch, my feet!” He said to himself, as he walked on the hot rocks below, spitting water on them provided minimal relief. He saw flaming foxes, pools of lava and spires of molten rock on his way to the middle. After braving the intense heat, he made his way to a circular plain of green grass, where a building stood. After eating some flowers he found, he knocked on the buildings' door, where he was greeted by a tall man named Sora. Soppy expressed his interest in the guild, "Squirtle squirtle!"

Sora invited Soppy in where he saw the expanse of the guilds' dojo, as well as meeting an odd stranger who seemed disinterested in Soppy's presence. Sora came to Soppy with a red staff, which he used in an initiation ritual. Sora announced the guilds values and asked Soppy to place his hand on the orb, then to sear a pledge to uphold the guilds values. 

“I Soppy, swear on my honor, and on the purity of water that I protect, to uphold the values of this guild!” Soppy said as flames wrapped around his head and then vanished. Soppy is now a member of the Crimson Flame Guild. With the facilities now open to Soppy, he wasted no time to begin training, mostly by doing laps around the building, working on his speed. After hours of training, Soppy treated himself to hot springs, proud that he has taken a big step in his journey to becoming a hero.

It still hurt, his hand. Soppy couldn't keep his eyes off his wrist, lined with a faint scare where it was detached for a moment that day.

'What now…' He pondered to himself. He couldn't let this stop him from his goal, it haunted his mind but less and less every day. One night, his looked at his hand and a sudden spike of anger over took him, and he punched the air. The rage faded as fast as it manifested, leaving behind a new drive. In the morning, he left for the Dueling Plains.

Soppy barged into the Crimson Flame Guild, heading to one of the dummies and began to bite, scratch, punch, and headbutt the wooden figure. After a few hours of practice with brief rests, he felt like this was enough, he needed something else. He stormed outside, locating a large boulder, he began to punch it, then again, and again. His knuckles were bloody, the rock stood tall. 

'I need to get stronger, how am I supposed to be a hero if I stay this weak… No.' He thought to himself.

His breathing quicken and his brow raised as he started to punch again, until he unleashed one blow that cracked the boulder in two. He did it, he's on his way to becoming stronger. Though he was far from finished, he needed to move forward, at all costs.

The memories of his last quest lingered in Soppy's mind. If he could read, things would have gone better. 

'How do I read? How do I write? It seems everyone knows how but me.' He pondered. Soppy was pacing his den, sing his mind harder than usual.

He needed a way to learn, but someone needs to understand him first. That’s when it came to him, someone does understand him, Sora the leader of the Crimson Flame Guild. Soppy looks up to a lot of people in that group, but he doesn't know them well. They don't know Soppy much either, doesn't help Soppy can't communicate well.

But he had to try. Maybe he could even make a greeting card!

Venturing to the guild, going past the mountain with the sickening snow, Soppy helped make. Luckily, Sora was there, and Soppy explained his goals. Sora was more than willing to help, and so for the next few hours Sora tried to teach Soppy to read and write, while Soppy designed a draft for his card. Soppy came back the next day to continue his lessons, though he wasn't making as much progress as he'd hoped. 

In between a lesson, Soppy expressed his doubts in his intelligence, how he feels like a detriment because of his limitations. Sora listened and told Soppy that clinging on to these thoughts would do more harm than good. He said failure is normal and that Soppy should learn from it, and always strive to be better. These words reached Soppy, he was right. 

Though Soppy has yet to learn to read and write, progress, is progress.