"A long time ago, six young, brave soldiers stood at the forefront of every battle. But when peace was finally achieved, they were discharged from their duties and left to fend for themselves. Without parents or a home to return to, they turned to their relatives for help but were met with cold indifference.
"Why should we help you?" Their relatives asked. "You're of no use to us. See how you can cope on your own."
The soldiers took their uniforms, their only possessions, and ventured into the unknown. As they walked, they stumbled upon a desolate heath with a ring of trees in the distance. The warriors sat beneath the trees, lamenting their fate.
"We have no money." One of them said. "Our skills are only useful against ordinary people, but against those with riches, we're no match. In times like these, we'll surely perish."
Suddenly, a deafening hiss and roar shook the air. An old crone stood before them, with a smile.
