…"This sucks! Why should I even cross these bridges? I should be given harder tasks than these…" Destiny says after crossing the second bridge. She was finally ready to take her Swordsman's test after weeks of traveling and Poring-murder sprees. She expected the test to be about skill, brawn and brazen bravery. Again, she was disappointed. She had spent precious zennies just to buy a stronger sword from a seemingly crooked Blacksmith, saying his weapons, though looking surplus, were stronger than they seem. Destiny, being a trusting girl all her life, had bought a Katana (to the Blacksmith's nagging) which turned out to be not suited for her yet. "Scammed! A pretty, pink haired girl like me, scammed by a Blacksmith. Who would have thought that was possible!" Destiny yelled aloud in the middle of the log bridge crossing.
Destiny finished the test with ease. She was not surprised; having lived her childhood life in Payon, she was not afraid of heights. Destiny was supposed to be an Archer, with her keen agility and dexterity, but when she saw a Knight inside the Payon Dungeons who was whacking zombies hard and fast with swords, she saved money for her travel towards Izlude, where the Swordsman Guild was located. Her balance had helped her a lot in the test, but her keen and fast eyes were very much useful when it comes to spotting trick floors.
Taking just ten minutes of the instructor's time, everyone, even the Knights inside the Swordsman Guild were dumbfounded at her. A beautiful girl who looks like she had spent her whole life being pampered at Amatsu had finished the whole test without even falling down into the boggy swamps infested with ChonChons and Fabres down below the testing areas is something to really stare at. Destiny looked around, her ember gaze making her fellow novices faint at her sight. Though only 14, she had a seemingly perfect body already (enough to compete with the High Priestesses). She has not the flat chests of the Payon ladies, nor the deformed, calloused limbs usually caused by unexpected zombie attacks and Guild Sieges, and her face had no impurities whatsoever. She looked perfectly cute in her novice uniform, with the matching bag and Poring doll to go with it.
She approached the Swordie Clerk, as she called him. Destiny looked at him, and, seemingly stunned, he gave Destiny her Swordswoman uniform and her sword, and shouted out into the room for all to hear. "Destiny Nightingale, I now recruit you as a member of the Swordsman Guild of Midgard. May the spirits of the long dead warriors guide you on your quest." The Clerk gave Destiny a small package of meat, and a tinderbox. "Use them well, Destiny, And please, do try to visit us sometimes. The Guild staff had grown pretty fond of you already," The Clerk chortled. Destiny gave him a grin. Her dimples were cute! "I'll try, sir." She went off into one of the bathrooms, took a quick shower and examined herself in a wall-sized mirror. Her breasts were evenly rounded, and not deformed in any way. Her legs were shapely. This was the part she where she made herself rather vain. Though her bust was on the small side, it suited her, for this made herself look quite petite. For 14 years of living, she looked a lot like a 19 year old.
When Destiny went out of the bathroom, all looked at her, Though her Swordswoman suit looked bulky, she looked good in it. It only maximized her "adorability". Before the big step towards the outside world, a short shower of zenny bags and other things passed her, all from the Swordsman Guild Staff and some adorers. All of this, she gladly accepted, and, after giving everyone a wide grin and a thank you apiece, she stepped out onto the morning sun. She even made the two guys fighting about Bash and Magnum Break stop and gawk at her. But with a crowd of fanboys following her, they postponed every thought of asking her to go out with one of them, and started to argue about neverending things.
Destiny bought the first thing that her eyes set upon with her money: a Helm. It was being sold by a Merchant (who seemingly changed the price from 60k zeny to 4k zeny just to make the pretty girl go towards his shop). She added the Katana for her payment, and bought a handsome Bastard Sword. She strutted out to the field, finally, after years of saving up and fighting Porings, she finally gets to slay… more Porings of course, but now with more power! She laughed at the thought, a soft giggle.
When she finally was out, she saw an Acolyte going one on one with a Poring with her club. Apparently she could not hit well yet. She decided to wait on her. But, the Poring was obviously winning this fight. When Destiny saw the girl Acolyte fall down, the Poring was ready to knock the poor girl out. Destiny, using her agile body, rushed towards the Poring, and, after one quick stroke, it burst. Destiny kneeled towards the Acolyte, seated her up, and made her drink the spicy Red Potion. The Acolyte's eyes were obviously overflowing with gratitude and sadness. After feeling better, she hugged Destiny and started to sob. "Oh, thank you, Swordswoman, thank you… I would have been the laughing stock of the whole Acolyte Guild by being knocked out by a Poring… why am I so weak? Why, why?" She sobbed, and Destiny hugged her. "There, now." She smoothed the Acolyte's jet black long hair. "You're not weak, you're just not yet ready for heavy fights like these. If you want, I can accompany you. Say, why don't we join up, as a party?"
The Acolyte's eyes brightened with joy. "I'd love to!" The Acolyte squealed rather cutely. Destiny smiled at her. At last, she had found a partner she could trust.