When he first saw the blue-clad ghost in the Barracks Cup arena, he didn't find him strange. The first point when Biaskoncy began to suspect that something was wrong with that ghost was when the entire arena suddenly disappeared from sight. Normally, a ghost shouldn't have enough power to draw such a strong shaman circle, which even he couldn't see into. However, it was not for nothing that he started his life as a hegin, he was aware that there were much stronger ghosts than those he had ever heard of.
Then, to the greatest sorrow of the cup organizers, who knows how, but in the end, only the Tele boy left the arena alive. And his opponent disappeared into thin air, as if he had never been there. However, Biaskoncy never found out what the end of the great commotion was. For the impossible thing happened, which he himself had only heard about in fairy tales. He felt something pulling him towards itself by the scruff of his neck. This was the signal of the Ishán. It meant that the Vietryk must appear before him, no matter what they wanted to do.
So, ignoring the whining teachers, Biaskoncy hurried to stand before his Ishán. However, he did not expect that his famous Ishán would be the ghost he had seen in the arena earlier and that he would speak to the group of hegins from the Karrabata as if he had always known them. And the day only became more incredible for Biaskoncy after that.
First, his Ishán took the group of children to the center of the Immortal Mist, not caring that strangers were not allowed to enter. Fortunately, true to their motto, nothing could leak out of the center. After all, what was in the Mist, stays in the Mist. Then, together with the Athamanas, Biaskoncy listened to the story of his Ishán's childhood and the founding of the Immortal Mist.
To be honest, when he first heard that the Ishán was called Kamu, he didn't want to believe his ears. Somehow he couldn't imagine the grinning man to be the Kamu that Ajtony had mentioned so much. However, as the story progressed, he had to realize that it was indeed that Kamu sitting in front of him and even if he hadn't believed the Ishán's words, Ajtony had also appeared.
However, Biaskoncy's ancestor, contrary to his usual habit, ignored him when he saw the figure named Kamu. Thus, it became clear that the Ishán was none other than the Kamu that Ajtony had mentioned. And it wasn't the first time that Biaskoncy had felt particularly awkward during that day. He wasn't used to this. The Ishán doesn't usually appear like this in front of strangers and when he returns, he deals with the Mist and not with anyone else.
Moreover, if that wasn't enough, the day of the current Vietryk of the Immortal Mist had only turned worse. After his Ishán let him go, stating that he had to come back later, but fist the man had to take the Athamanas back to Flying Air Barracks. Then report to the director and come up with a plausible excuse for where he had disappeared to in the middle of the day, when he was needed the most.
Finally, when he had to force himself to go back to the inevitable scolding, he had to experience that a ghost had managed to break through their security system. And if that wasn't enough, the Ishán even grinned at the situation, as if it wasn't a big danger that someone had gotten through their defenses. He even started a conversation with the ghost, after whose departure the Ishán looked as if he had received the greatest compliment.
Biaskoncy didn't really know what to make of the whole situation. Everything he knew about the Immortal Mist had changed. He had never believed that the organization that was so dear to him originated from the place where he came from. He didn't think that his Ishán was a hegin like him. In a day, his family grew and it became clear to him that the boy he had accepted as a disciple and his team consisted of much more important and powerful people than he had thought.
"So, how far have you gotten in teaching young Suk?" When Biaskoncy heard the question that left his Ishán's lips, he could only blink at first. He didn't understand why the man was curious about this, when he himself had said earlier that he had not given permission to teach him.
"Only the most basic things. We were still at the beginning of the Mist training." He explained, lowering his head.
"Then we will have a lot to do with him." At this statement, he immediately raised his head and looked at the great leader in confusion.
"But didn't you say that I couldn't teach him?" The question that came out of the former Zovárd made his Ishán start giggling.
"If my memory serves me correctly, I just asked when you were allowed to accept apprentices. I never said that you couldn't take one." The ghost-man shrugged.
"Then can I continue teaching him?" Biaskoncy asked surprised, but the grin that appeared on the original Vietryk's face was enough to freeze the blood in the man's veins.
"Who said that?" He asked, in that giggling voice, before Ajtony appeared next to his shoulder.
"Stop pulling on his poor nerves, Kamu." the poison mixing master rolled his eyes. "The bastard's problem is that you told everyone about his kin. What's in the Mist must stay in the Mist. And judging by his face, you can give up on your student because he'll take himover." He folded his arms in front of him.
"Does the Vietryk want to take over the boy?" Biaskoncy grunted in confusion, and Kamu's face suddenly became serious. His gaze became cold, as befits a true assassin.
"That child is too much for you, Biaskoncy." The Ishán announced, but his words deeply offended the former Zovárd man, whose hands were clenched into fists.
"I am capable of raising an heir. You can trust me, Vietryk! I didn't just start my career." He got worked up and might have continued if Kamu hadn't raised one hand, thereby sticking the word in him.
"I don't doubt your abilities, Biaskoncy, if that were the case I wouldn't have said back then that you had potential and you wouldn't have the title of Vietryk now. If he were any other average cultivator I would leave him to you. Suk, on the other hand, is a tougher case than you think." Ishán of the Immortal Mist sighed.
"I'll translate. His team has earned his respect and we all know what it means when a Szotvard respects someone." Ajtony explained.
"I understand, but he's still my stud..." The man started to object, but Kamu stopped him.
"That's enough. I won't accept any objections. Please write down exactly what you taught him. Then bring it to my office. You don't need to knock, I'll just be with Ajtony, there are a couple of things we need to discuss further." Kamu announced, then simply turned his back on Biaskoncy and headed towards his office.
"It's a good thing I wrote a note about it. It's a shame my fun is gone." Biaskoncy sighed as he hurried to his own office to bring the requested papers to his Ishán.