Taylor was sitting on a park bench next to a playground, drinking from a bottle of malt liquor inside a brown paper bag. Taylor takes a large chug and lets out a burp.

Suddenly, something flies toward Taylor's face and he catches it in his hand. It was a card. Taylor flips it over and raises an eyebrow. Blue-Eyes White Dragon? Taylor reads with a curious expression. He looks up and sees a kid running over to him.

“Hey, mister! That's mine!” He calls out.

Taylor raises his eyebrow and takes a good look at the kid. He was about 13 years old with brown hair, and he was pretty fit for his age. “You shouldn’t be so careless, kid. Do you know how rare this card is? Can’t go around letting the wind do whatever it pleases with it.” Taylor says as he hands over the card.

“It’s not rare! There’s a bunch of these cards.” The kid grumbles.

“Yeah, but this is the only one of this card specifically.” Taylor says with a laugh, a hint of teasing in his tone.

The kid frowns, seeing that Taylor was making fun of him. “You’re not a very nice guy, are you?” The kid says with a suspicous look.

“No. No I’m not.” Taylor says with a bitter smile. A thought suddenly crosses Taylor’s mind. “Hey, kid? Do you want to fly?” Taylor asks with a teasing smile.

The kid raises an eyebrow. “Fly?” He asks, not sure what Taylor was saying.

“I’m saying fly! Fly through the sky! Do you wanna? Don't be lame, let's go.” Taylor asks with a gentle smile.

“Of course I want to fly. But there’s no way you can fly.” The kid says, not believing what Taylor was saying.

“Of course I can fly!” Taylor says, trying to look believable. After reaching the fifth stage of his cultivation technique, Taylor unlocked access to short-distance flights. He couldn’t fly for long, but he could still do it.

“Prove it!” The kid says, his finger daring Taylor to make a move.

“Okay! I will!” He says, moving over to pick the kid up. After a moment, Taylor’s body lifted into the air and he shot straight into the sky.

“Aaaghhhh!” The kid exclaims.

Taylor did a loop around the playground before landing where he left and planting the kid on the ground.

“Well, how was it? Fun?” Taylor asks with an amused smile.

The kid immediately gets on his knees, causing Taylor to raise another eyebrow. “Teacher! Please take me in as your student! I want to fly too!” He calls out.

“Well, your first mistake is getting on your knees. My student would never bend his knees for random dudes, unless he or she was a slut; but that's a different sort of mistake. And your second mistake is you’re too young. Maybe when you’re older kid.” Taylor responds before picking up his bottle of malt liquor and walking away.