My servant, Sashiel, had gone out. The word “Master” was still in the search bar of his files. I casually pressed a key, and a long list of suggestions suddenly appeared beneath the lonely word. I clicked on a video at random, planning to see if there was anything interesting in it. Wait! Fire and ice, whips twisted into knots… Tsk. Has being a master really become this competitive? Mediocre and boring as I am, it seems I can no longer live up to Sashiel's expectations. At this moment, I felt a deep sense of professional crisis.
