The other disciple stood frozen, his jealous gaze shifting to horror. He immediately fell to his knees.
"I am sorry, master."
"What are you sorry for?" the hunched master asked coldly.
"Umm?" The disciple was momentarily stunned, struggling to find coherent words. "He is a sinner who dared to speak out against what the master wanted. He is the foolest of disciples."
With that, the disciple began banging his head on the ground, again and again.
The hunched master didn't respond. He turned toward the group, raised his finger, and with a swift motion, the group was lifted into the air.
Without another word, he turned and walked away.
The disciple continued banging his head for a solid ten minutes before finally stopping.
"This psycho," he murmured in his heart. He looked at the children, casually whipping a few of them at random, then prepared to leave.
Suddenly, he felt a hand tighten around his legs.
Immediately, fear gripped him, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
