"I think that was it." Rahul announced after several minutes of playing the flute as he twirled the instrument between his fingers and placed it at his waist where it turned into mist.
"I just wish I knew how you do it. That's how you put away your sword too." Citar shook his head, causing the boy to grin widely.
"One of Grandpa's tricks, he drew a circle on the ground around the bag, and its been doing this ever since." He shrugged.
"Svihák has always been good at creating summon circles and was an experimental individual, this is probably one of his ideas." Razvan said in a calm voice and even waved. "I think we helped you in everything we could. It is almost time to return home." The leader of the Athamanas looked in the direction of the clan leaders.
"Yes. We probably won't be useful for a while anyway." Master Mo nodded and was about to start saying goodbye when someone stopped him.
"Mo Ching, we have another important matter to discuss." One of the clan leaders interrupted with a cold look.
"What happened?" The master asked, but even the idiot could see from his look that he had no desire to be polite and that it was just habit speaking.
"The Grand Leader is dead." A low voice came, causing Master Mo's eyes to widen and even his lips to part as he tried to respond.
"My sincere condolences to his family." He finally muttered after many minutes. "Our world will be a poorer place without it." He noted, although the Athamanas felt that the master's statement was not entirely heart-felt.
"The Grand Leader's seat cannot remain empty." The man facing the master said seriously.
"I know." The master nodded.
"Then you'll understand why you have to be next."
"So my vote is needed for the election." The two men said completely at the same time, but Master Mo's understanding gaze turned icy in a split second. "What?" He asked the question.
"You are the oldest among us. You must be the next Grand Leader." The confident answer came.
"It's out of the question, I'm not going to stay in such a position! Ther is no way!" The master's hands were clenched into fists.
"But you have the most knowledge. And anyway, you're the oldest, the oldest should be the Grand Leader." Another clan leader explained.
"But who the Fene was that wild girl-fucking demon who told you this?!" Mo Ching asked swearing.
"The turul bird whistling on the copper tree. I didn't even know Master Mo could swear in such manner." Citar's eyes widened.
"That was good master, I've never heard it in such a way." Suk clicked and put his hands on his hips, grinning.
"You shut up." The chán man looked back at the team, with which he managed to get the Athamanas to straighten and keep quiet, albeit smiling. "As for this." He turned back to his people. "No one said it have to be the oldest. Did the last Grand Leader not appoint his successor? He should have appointed someone." He looked seriously at the men.
"No." One of the most distant clan leaders shook his head.
"That's why you should be it." Repeated the one standing in front of the master.
"No!" He got the clear answer again. "I've lived long enough to know it's stupid. The Grand Leader is never the oldest, but the one who best recognizes the situation of our empire and finds the best solutions to our problems. I'm busy enough with my own things to not be concerned with such things." He folded his arms in front of him.
"But there was no successor, Ching dage, you are the most suitable for the post. Thanks to your age, you have as much knowledge as noone else among us." One of the clan leaders said.
"I don't want to interfere in the chán's affairs, but as I can see, you can't get to agree. Why don't you summon him and ask him if Master Mo is right?" Suk interjected, but with his words he only managed to get a frightened look on the faces of all the cháns except Mo Ching.
"Demonic cultivation is condemned in our country." One of the clan leaders muttered.
"We don't summon the dead like you do. Our people don't even know how to do it." Master Mo explained when he saw that the Athamanas did not understand the term.
"Well, if they don't know, Tev is here to do it." Suk nudged Teveli, and the said boy already reached for his belt.
"Can I, Boss?" He stopped in the movement and looked at Razvan.
"Not yet." He remarked as he stood at the head of the team and looked at the people with a cold look. "A-Ching tells the truth, no one ever said that the Grand Leader must be the oldest chán. Usually it wasn't, it's not his fault that the last Grand Leader lived until now." Razvan said seriously, but the clan leaders only blinked with wide-open eyes, sometimes at him, sometimes at Mo Ching.
"Congratulations, now they are thinking about the wrong things." The master grumbled. "There is nothing between us!" He looked angrily at his people. "This little scumbag is just playing with me!" He looked angrily at Razvan.
"I could have called you by your birth name, but there is no one, who would remember that besides you, little one." He shrugged.
"Who the hell is that kid?" The question came in a trembling voice.
"Zaukán Razvan." The aforementioned straightened. "But in my previous life I was the twin brother of the great Athira, Csito." He bowed, which made the cháns step back, except for one clan leader.
"This does not change the fact that you should be the next Grand Leader Mo Ching. You're the oldest, you should be, no matter what a kid from beyond Xidashan says." The clan leader who stayed behind said seriously.
"Teveli summon the ghost." The leader of the Athamanas turned his back on the cháns.
"Yes, Boss." Teveli bowed politely and already pulled out a small purse from his bag, then, scattering the contents of the purse on the ground, he began to draw a strange symbol on the ground. The circular pattern suddenly flashed as Teveli finished and a figure appeared in the middle. The cháns took a deep breath almost simultaneously.
"Congratulations, I can not beleive that you can't choose another Grand Leader for yourselves! I had to ask for a good successor. Now, because of you, I can not go into reincarnation!" The unearthly voice of the former Grand Leader spoke.
"You must have been very close, sir, if I could summon you so quickly." Teveli smiled.
"I was waiting for you to do it young hegin." The ghost nodded towards Tev. "So pull yourself together and choose someone who will be suitable. It doesn't matter how old they are!" As he said this, the ghost disappeared.
"I can't bring him back if he doesn't want to come back. That would be disrespectful." Teveli raised his hands defensively.
"If that clan were here, we could ask for a prophecy now." muttered one of the cha.
"You don't need anyone, Rahul is here." Suk pushed the boy in the back.
"What?" At the chán's curious look, Rahul sighed.
"I'm not willing to do more than one, I get tired quickly." The boy growled and then closed his eyes and remained silent for a few moments. "The son of the demon chooses. A young and sharp mind who puts the Chán empire on the path of progress." Said Rahul as he opened his eyes, which were looking snow white into nothingness.
"Son of a demon?" One of the clan leaders barked, but Master Mo had already pulled his mouth shut.
"It will be Mo Ching. I haven't heard you being called that in a long time. Anyway, welcome to everyone. Sorry to be late, but both little hegin and A-Ching are right." A man with white hair appeared out of nowhere.