Amon, The lowest tier disciple in the Insanity Sect

After my embarrassing return, I decided to be on my best behavior. No more running, no more stealing, just pure focus. But the universe clearly had other plans.

That morning, Elder Hurky told me there was a teacher who wanted to take me under their wing. "You're going to meet a new instructor today," he said, his face serious. "This could be your chance to stop being such a joke."

I nodded eagerly. "I'll show them how serious I am!"

Elder Hurky gave me a look that said, I highly doubt it, but he didn't stop me.

So, there I was, waiting outside a small courtyard, ready to meet this mysterious teacher. When the door creaked open, I expected someone old and wise maybe with a long beard and glowing eyes.

Instead, out walked a short guy who looked like he was still in his twenties, wearing a ridiculously fancy robe.

He stared at me for a moment. "You're Amon?"

I nodded. "Yep. I'm here to be your disciple!"

He blinked. "Uh, okay. Sure." He scratched his head. "I'm not sure if you're the one who needs training… or if I need it from you."

I was confused, but I followed him inside. Guess we'd figure it out together.