"Master, I-" Dzarma cut himself off as he tilted his head to look at his master.
Hood's smirk widened, "Why are you surprised? This shouldn't be a hard task for you to do,"
"But master look at the pool I wouldn't be able to uproot all of them in one day. It's so full and how will I even get in the pool without getting myself trapped in there by those weeds?"
"That's not my problem. Now, go ahead and clean that pool. I'll come have my bath in it later in the day and I expect it to be as clear as the waters of the sea when I come back, have I made myself clear Dzarma?"
"Master, going in there is like a death wish for me,"
"Do I look like I care?"
"Master have mercy on your disciple. Do you want me dead?"
"You'll reincarnate again after you die surely Dzarma you have a lot of years you can put to use so the word 'death' shouldn't even cross your mouth,"
"Master please," Dzarma begged.