Summer in Penacony was pretty relaxing. That’s what you thought, and that’s how it really was. Between summer concerts from the idol Sunday, culinary experiments from the Xianzhou native Jiaoqiu, drinking festivals held by bartender Gallagher and outings at the beach, nothing could make your holiday better.

One of those days, you had opted to spend the afternoon on the shore of the nearby beach. After a swim, you’d decided to dry yourself out casually on your towel and sunbathe for a while. It was an enjoyable feeling you couldn’t deny.

About a while later, you noticed some movement in the water afar. ‘Surely a surfer’ you thought to yourself as the person weaved through the waves with dexterity and ease. It lasted for a bit. The surfer did a few admirable tricks, luckily the tides were high enough for her.

The surfer in question walked out of the water with her board in hand, heels marking in the sand and scrambling through the shells and algae that rested on the beach. — She wore a grey suit, just like usual surfing gear was designed, and her light blue hair fell freely along her shoulders, shining like silver as the sunlight gleamed on her.

The surfer was a young woman, average in height and morphology, but more importantly the prettiest woman you had seen in a while. She wasn’t hot, nor cute. You were just a little surprised as you hadn’t expected her to have the looks of a model at first. All that exuded from her was sheer looks. — Such a beauty that could make even Aphrodite herself jealous.

You decided to ask for her name and how skilled she was with the board. Little did you know that she was the world champion surfer; Robin.