Waking one morning in his comfy aquatic den, Soppy sprouts an idea. An idea fueled by the confidence he gained from his first quest.

'Maybe I can use my abilities to help others!' He proclaimed to himself.

So with nothing but the shell on his back, he ventured forth, wandering far from his pond. After much walking, he stumbled upon an odd jungle shrouded in autumn colors. There he met a powerful warrior, The Ashen One. 

'What shiny skin you have, and such big hands?' He thought while looking at their armor and shields.

The warrior offered to help Soppy venture into what they called The Babylon Jungle, but not too far in the two decided to pick flowers instead, the jungle was far too dangerous for the little squirtle. They went to the warrior's home, the Ashen One shown Soppy their flowers, and they had tea. It was a lovely time.

'Hmm, I still need help someone in need, after all it's why I left my pond.' He remembered.

Soppy expressed his interest to help others to the warrior, though they had little idea what they were saying to each other, but the general intentions were clear. They headed back to Beast Pathing to a small town of Christmas. There, Soppy got introduced to their sheriff who wanted a particular crow behind bars, and a sheep farmer who lost their prize sheep. 

'Finally someone in need! It's time to be a hero!' 

The Ashen One knew of someone else who could help, a local named The Wrangler, who could help lead the way. Together, the three set off to find the petty criminal known as Herbert Moon. They found his cabin and Soppy drawn him out by spitting water down his chimney, soaking whatever was cooking instead. When Herbert came out, Soppy used Water Gun and blasted his leg clean off, a moment after the missing sheep also came out. Soppy tamed the sheep and The Ashen One took care of Herbert. 

Returning to Christmas, they returned the sheep and some stolen good, as well as putting Herbert Moon behind bars. The sheep farmer gave Soppy a wonderful wool blanket made from the prized sheep's wool. 

'Wow, this is so soft!'

He returned home, the sun was setting and Soppy was tuckered out from a day of heroism. He cuddled up in his new wool blanket, and quickly slipped into a comfortable slumber. Excited for what tomorrow would hold.

Herbert Moon escaped jail as soon as Soppy and the warrior left, he is still at large to this day.

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.