The Broom of Fate

Okay, so my teacher handed me a broom and told me to "sweep my way to greatness." Inspirational, right? Too bad I'm still stuck as a low-tier disciple, probably the lowest-tier disciple in the history of the sect.

I can't just be the guy who sweeps floors forever. There's gotta be something more to life than this. A treasure, or, you know, anything useful. Definitely not more socks.

So, naturally, I start my own little treasure hunt. I rummage through every dusty corner, inspect every shelf, and investigate every random box I can find. Spoiler alert: they're all empty. Except for... yep, you guessed it, more socks.

But hey, I don't give up! There has to be something around here that'll make me powerful. Something that'll make Donny look like a total joke. I refuse to believe my fate is limited to a lifetime of sweeping and socks.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of searching, I find another chest. Here it is, I think. This is my moment.

I open it with excitement… and it's a piece of paper. Yeah, not exactly a game-changer, but I'm hopeful. Maybe it's a secret technique written down?

I unwrap it with all the ceremony of a pirate discovering treasure.

And it's...

A piece of chewed bubble gum.

Alright, universe, you win. This is my fate now. I have a chewed bubblegum, a broom, and my undying determination (which, let's be honest, is mostly just me refusing to admit defeat). But I'm not giving up. No way.

I start brainstorming. What do I need? More power. How do I get that? Um… I'm not sure yet, but it's not going to come from bubblegum, that's for sure.

So, what's the next logical step in my brilliant plan? Food. Because, you know, power doesn't come on an empty stomach, right? I head straight to the kitchen, starving. I end up with a bowl of burnt rice. It's not great, but it's sustenance.

Then, like a bolt of lightning (or more like a sluggish thought), I come up with an idea. Why work hard when you can just... exploit the system, like Fang Yuan?

That's right, I'm going to find a teacher who'll do all the work for me. A genius move, right? Except, I need a teacher who doesn't mind that I'm basically just a walking disaster.

So I ask around. Every time I approach someone, they either laugh in my face or point at the nearest broom and go, "Here, this is your teacher."

Sigh.

I was taken into this sect as an orphan child. But because I didn't have much talent, they didn't even admit me into classes. Instead, they just keep me here to do chores. Classic.

But whatever. Maybe I'll just keep sweeping... with style. One day, I'll be the greatest broom-wielder this sect has ever seen.