The sun rose once again over the garbage of the Green Shadow Academy; the storm had passed, and the ten-person crew was beginning to haul the new waste. When they dropped the massive cart they were pulling to the ground with a loud thud, they joined it in dropping to the ground as well.
"When will this torment end?"
"It will never end!"
"If you want, send word to your father; tell him to send you the money for a single morsel of bread they would have eaten!"
While the laughter tumbled down the abyss like the garbage, the youth who asked the question let out a deep sigh.
"Aren't we martial artists too? Why are we running errands while the others are training?"
"Because you are poor!"
The answer came at the speed of light, as if he had been waiting to unleash it just for this exact moment.
"Be thankful for your state; what if you were like Edgan?"
"Don't even mention it! I'd rather haul garbage for a lifetime than be in his shoes!"
