Ah, I, I'm sorry...! Please don't hit me...

All I got today were a few herbs. No one paid attention to me, so I couldn't get anything. Whenever that happens, the beggar chief hits my back with a bamboo switch, asking why I brought nothing. Maybe that's why my back keeps stinging and aching every time I walk. It was the same today.

A beggar's life is so harsh. You have to beg decent people for food or money, and if you bring back almost nothing, you get beaten. The only silver lining is that they hit my back. I heard beggar chiefs elsewhere hit the head or the groin instead of the back. Whenever I hear those rumors, I live realizing my situation is better.

Ugh, huaaa... It hurts... Mister, stop...!

I clearly feel the switch striking my back. Salty droplets begin to well up in my eyes. The sensation of bones being crushed and consciousness fading. I hate this feeling so much. Yesterday, today, and tomorrow too.

Someone, please, ugh, hic...