"Pain...what do they know about pain. Shame...what do they know about shame? Stupid... foolish self-loving gods. If only I could-- I would destroy every one of them. Destroy all of Celestia. I'd bring Buddha himself to his knees! If it weren't for that damn dirty, filthy, disgusting monkey-"

Teeth gritted like metal, and hair began to glow and emit sparks of flame as Red Son felt the pain. His bands on his arms and legs clenched to such pain that his feet and hands began to turn purple.

A deep inhale- deep exhale...

His red hair fell back to his shoulders and turned black, and the red dot on his forehead - the symbol of intelligence and perfection - stopped burning.

Red Son picks up the fallen broom and proceeds to swap the stone path.

"Movement to the right. Movement to the left. Dust flies to the right. Dust flies to the left... Calm and peaceful."

"I wonder how mom's doing. And what's Dad thinking..."

Red Son sighs. He was given a chance to win and he lose... he wasn't given a chance to kill himself. If he had ended his life, he wouldn't have brought shame on the family.

Red Son looked up at the sky. A beautiful, azure sky with snow-white clouds.... Red Son had never seen such a sky. The sky on his Mount Hao, the sky is always red or orange, like the sky of a great sunrise.

Red Son smiled. It wasn't as bad as it might seem. Learning the way of the Dao, quite good. Although it's not comparable to Samādhi Fire, still, teaching is light and non-teaching is darkness.

Everything would be fine if it weren't for these girls calling him... Shancai Tongzi... does he look like a dragon? He doesn't look like a dragon at all!

The Great Red Son is not a hideous creature like a dragon. Nezha told him everything. Red Son knows how terrible dragons are...

Red Son woke up from his thoughts when he realized that he wasn't sweeping. He exhaled and took the broom tighter and continued sweeping the path.

Movement to the right. Movement to the left. Dust flies to the right. Dust flies to the left...