Amon, The lowest tier disciple in the Insanity Sect

Okay, so my teacher gave me a broom, and I'm supposed to clean my way to greatness. I mean, sure, it's super inspirational, but... I'm still a low-tier disciple.

I can't just sweep floors forever, right? There's gotta be some treasure around here. Real treasure. Not socks.

I start my own treasure hunt. I look in every corner, every dusty shelf, and every random box I find. Spoiler: they're all empty. Except for more socks.

But I don't give up. I need that one thing that'll make me powerful. That one thing that'll make Donny look like a joke.

Then, finally, I stumble upon a chest. It's small, old, and looks like it hasn't been touched in centuries. My heart races. This is it. The treasure.

I open it.

Inside...

It's a spoon.

Not even a nice spoon. It's rusty. It's bent.

I stare at it. This is the treasure I've been seeking?

I hold it up like a king holding his sword. "This... this is mine!"

I guess I'm destined to be the greatest treasure hunter... or just an idiot with a spoon. Whatever. At least it's something.