In the Spiritwood Forest, ten disciples walked together, conversing and laughing, their footsteps crunching on the fallen leaves.
"Ha ha ha! We are so lucky! We have looted more than 800 tokens today!" One of them said, holding a token in his hand.
"Yeah, we are the kings of this competition! No one can stop us!" Another one said, throwing a token in the air and catching it.
"We have met so many weaklings today; they were like sheep waiting to be slaughtered. We just took their tokens without any resistance." A third one said, cracking his knuckles.
"Especially that one who had more than 90 tokens. He was so stupid; he thought he could hide behind some bushes. He didn't even notice us until we were right behind him. He begged us to spare him, but we just kicked him out and took his tokens." A fourth one said, mimicking the disciple's voice.