Trouble Brewing

Lucy was meticulously selecting a mission, her mind fully absorbed in the task at hand. She weighed each option carefully, considering the challenges and potential rewards, her thoughts entirely focused on pushing herself further. However, just as she was about to make her choice, a shadow fell over her.

A group of senior disciples had approached, their presence imposing and their intentions clear. They stood in a semi-circle around her, blocking her path.

Lucy's expression immediately soured as she glanced up at them, recognizing the situation for what it was—yet another attempt at intimidation by those who considered themselves superior.

The leader of the group, a tall and broad-shouldered young man with a sneer plastered across his face, stepped forward. His eyes, filled with condescension, bore into her.

"You're a new disciple here, aren't you? Shouldn't you greet your seniors properly?" he demanded, his voice thick with arrogance and entitlement.