It's just a bull—

At this point, my disciples were still shocked by what I did, but seeing several goats chewing on their clothes was funny as they were staring into nothingness. From my perspective, it was just a regular slash on a Tuesday morning but they probably won't be able to replicate what I did unless they put all their heart and soul into training.

Sure, I was acting like what I did was nothing but mastery over an art or a discipline couldn't be compared to reaching a peak but falling into a deep pit you couldn't get out of.

Once you're in there, it was impossible to forget it or regress even if you're a fucking dumbass but I still wouldn't consider myself a master under those circumstances.