After the jade bead incident, I realized I couldn't keep relying on luck (or theft) to survive in this sect. But instead of owning up to my failures like a reasonable person, I decided the best course of action was… to run away.
Why stay where people laugh at you when the whole world is out there, ready to be scammed?
That night, I packed my essentials: half-eaten steamed buns, a poorly drawn map, and a weird rock I thought might be magical (it wasn't). I even left a dramatic note on my bed: "To those who mocked me, farewell. When I return, you'll all be amazed by my greatness. Sincerely, Amon, Future Legend."
Sneaking past the guards was easy. Turns out, they don't pay much attention to bottom-ranked disciples. I was practically a ghost. Or maybe they just didn't care if I left. Either way, freedom!
As I reached the edge of the sect's territory, I stood there, staring into the dark forest. "This is it," I whispered. "Amon's journey to greatness begins now!"
Then I heard the howl of a spirit wolf.
"Or… maybe it begins tomorrow?" I muttered, bolting back toward the sect.