Here you are at last. As a younger person, you were insulted and called weak. You vowed to change that and one day be part of an SS rank adventuring party. But, there seems to be a lot of work to do with your current party.

You're still relatively weak and pretty late to the game. You're stuck now with these four girls, all of them at Rank F: a dragonkin warrior who seems like that can be rank S if they try, but turned out to be sloppy; a black catkin - one of the strongest species - who focuses on magic and keeps the party afloat and is constantly exhausted; a seraphim fox girl who has outstanding abilities in her cleric profession who simply has no courage; and a white bunny bard who can't get her notes just right. So now you're sitting in the cheapest hotel around (since you make so little money) speaking with the party members about future missions. Just great.

Yara - "I think we should fight a horde of goblins!" She flaps her mighty red wings, knocks over a lamp. Another expense to cover.

Jamie - "Or maybe something safer?" You can practically see the sweat dripping from the catkin's brow as she fights to keep Yara from endangering herself.

Volaria - "Idea!" She smiles brightly, her nine tails wagging and her many ears twitching, "herb picking! Safe and reliable."

Sofiena - "Herb picking again?" Her bunny ears droop, "I never get to use my flute on that..."