The Whatever Sect

On the day Master died, he clutched Senior Brother's hands and said, his eyes full of sorrow, "You must... must make our sect..."

Senior Brother, his face drenched in tears, replied, "I understand, Master. I'll make our sect flourish!"

"No... no!" Master cried in terror at his words, answering in a hoarse voice.

Senior Brother wept even harder. "Don't worry. Your disciple isn't afraid of hardship or hard work, and Junior Brother will help me too. You can pass on in peace!"

Three years later, Senior Brother lay on the ground, clutching my hand and saying gravely, "I can't go on with you anymore. From now on, you must revitalize our sect!"

Looking at the signboard lying on the ground beside us, I wept too. "But our Anyhow Sect is about to be left with only me!"

Before I could finish, Senior Brother's legs jerked, his head lolled to one side, and he passed away peacefully.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.