Amon, The lowest tier disciple in the Insanity Sect

Okay, so the sock thing didn't exactly work out. But I'm not giving up. I'm a strategic genius, after all. Time to find a teacher.

I'm walking around, scanning the sect for someone who won't kick me out the second I ask for help. I spot a random elder sitting on a bench, looking like he's having a midlife crisis. Perfect.

I walk up to him like, "Yo, teach me your ways. I'll be your best student. I'll even… clean your shoes!"

He looks at me like I just asked for his kidney.

He sighs and says, "Kid, you're a joke. You have no future here."

I nod enthusiastically. "Exactly. That's why I need help. No one else will teach me."

He glares. "You're a failure, but fine. I'll teach you one thing."

My heart races. This is it.

He hands me… a broom.

"Clean this place properly, and I'll consider you a disciple."

I stare at the broom. Maybe cleaning is my true calling. Or maybe he's testing my resolve. I pick up the broom with newfound purpose.

This is my chance. I'm gonna rise, even if I have to sweep my way to the top.