Amon, The lowest tier disciple in the Insanity Sect

Master Fang Zheng's insanity became the hot topic of the sect. Everyone was talking about it, but nobody really knew what to do. Some thought it was just a phase, while others whispered about his breakdown being a result of some deep, philosophical struggle.

Me? I was mostly just waiting for it all to blow over. I still had the same life to live pretend to train, act like I cared about this sect, and avoid doing anything that might get me into trouble.

Then came the day when I was summoned to the Elders' Hall.

"Why am I here again?" I muttered, rubbing my eyes as I trudged through the hallways.

As soon as I walked in, I was met with Elder Wei, who was looking at me like I'd committed a crime just by showing up.

"Sit down, Amon," he ordered in his usual deep, gravelly voice.

I sat, trying not to look too eager. Being summoned by Elders was usually a bad sign.

"We need to talk about Master Fang Zheng," Elder Wei said.

I blinked. "Uh, what about him?"

"He's been taken to the Inner Chambers for... well, let's call it a mental health break," Elder Wei explained. "And you're the one responsible for it."

"What?" I shot up from my seat, my eyes wide. "How am I responsible? I didn't even do anything!"

Elder Wei raised an eyebrow. "You didn't do anything? You're the last one he trained. His breakdown didn't happen overnight. It happened because of your... methods."

I opened my mouth, then closed it."Little did they know that it had infact happened overnight", I didn't know what to say. It was true that I'd been "training" under Fang Zheng, but it wasn't like I had intended for him to lose his mind.

 "It's not my fault he's crazy."

Elder Wei just stared at me for a long moment, his piercing gaze making me feel like I'd been caught in some kind of trap.

"You are truly a special case, Amon," he said finally. "You'll have to make amends for what you've done."

"Make amends?" I repeated. "How do I do that?"

"You'll need to prove that you're capable of handling responsibility. It's time for you to prove you're more than just a waste of space," Elder Wei said. "You'll be taking on a mission."

"Wait, you mean like... a real mission?" I asked.

Elder Wei nodded. "Yes. And if you mess this up, there will be consequences. Understand?"

I gulped. "Yeah, yeah, I understand. So... what's the mission?"

Elder Wei handed me a small scroll. "You're to deliver this to a contact in the nearby town. It's a simple errand. Don't mess it up."

I took the scroll, still processing the idea of actually being given a mission. Maybe I wasn't as much of a joke as I thought.

But even the readers would know by now that I was about to screw this up, too.