The Sweeper
A middle-aged man dressed as a sweeper in orange, with a face full of focus and calm, with light steps, And a wooden broom cleaned the leaves and soil and led everything to a corner.

With his quick and clean movements, he left no dirt and sloppiness and continued to move forward.

He was walking as he reached a bench that reminded him of a boy.

(i wonder what is he doing now? Did he do well on the quest, or was he one of the students who lost their life? In the end, it was clear that he had completed that punch, but never came to me for the award he promised I will give to him ... uhh, maybe it would have increased his chances of surviving in the quest. Poor boy ...)

((AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH))

((Holi Shit.)) That scream shed the middle-aged man's wool.

BOOOOM

SHAAAAATER

FEEEESH

A screaming rocket hit the small lake and scattered all the water in the air.

It was clear that the middle aga man was very shocked as he looked at the lake.

(How can someone fly in the academy? Wasn't there
Erfan_Sh

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