Once the little monkey made up its mind to come with us, it didn't hesitate to run off in a different direction.
We had no idea where it was going, but it wasn't as if we could just leave since it was still the middle of the banquet.
After the little monkey ran off though, the elders came forward and patted me on the shoulder. The way that they looked at me was as if they were apologizing for putting some kind of heavy burden on me.
I knew that the little monkey was troublesome, but it seemed that I had underestimated how much trouble it really was.
It seemed that the elders had suffered quite a bit from taking care of that little monkey.
But now, that burden seemed to have been pushed onto me.
There was a part of me that wanted to just leave the little monkey behind, but there was also a part of me that wanted to take him along.
After all, the little monkey was the direct descendant of Sun Wukong.
