On the morning of the Barracks Cup final, the hegins woke up with big yawns and it took a while for them to gather themselves. Somehow, after the afternoon of storytelling the previous day, they all felt a little strange about the Immortal Mist. It was as if someone was watching them, even when they didn't see anyone around them.
"Hello Athamanas!" The ghost-man waved when the team arrived at the foot of the arena.
"Kamu!" Several of the team members were surprised by his appearance.
"Are you tired of the organization's leadership already?" Razvan asked with a faint smile on his lips, which only made the man laugh.
"Oh, no way. I just promised Ajtony that I would bring him to watch the competition. And of course, I would like to take the Teikes for a little training afterwards." He chuckled after a shrug.
"And where did you leave The Zovárd?" Suk narrowed his eyes.
"You're not looking for me, are you relative?" The poison-mixing ghost waved at the newest member of the Mist.
"Ah, here he is." The young man rolled his eyes.
"Of course I am here. So who's fighting in the finals?" He looked at the Athamanas.
"Rahul." Citar said as he put his hands on his hips and even started to grin.
"If his opponent hadn't cheated, the Tapló boss would have had a chance too." Rahul rolled his eyes.
"Tapló..." Ajtony blinked a few times, then looked in the direction where the youngest Koál was looking. "Oh, so you call him like the crazy táltos did." He pointed at Rahul with one hand and Razvan with the other.
"If he is." He shrugged his shoulders at the western hegin.
"Oh, this smells like scandal!" The poisoner grinned. "What happened?" He leaned into Rahul's face, but the boy just rolled his eyes.
"It's not your business, sorry." Rahul folded his arms in front of him. "Anyway, we'd better go. If you want a good seat during the whole thing, you have to reserve it in time." He made a note before he started towards the inside of the arena.
"He's right! I want to watch him smash his opponent from the front row!" Citar said enthusiasticly and, dragging Wandi after him, he was already at the heels of the western hegin, thus getting the team to start moving, with Kamu and Ajtony in their wake. As soon as they reached the arena, Rahul separated from his companions to go to the entrance of the fighting area, while the others looked for a suitable place for themselves.
On the day of the Barracks Cup final, there is always a much larger crowd than on any other day, so it was no wonder that this year's final was so full that people were even sitting on the steps, and some even had to stand. Finally, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived. Weruh Sesanti, the director of Floating Air Barracks, opened the last day of the competition and called the two finalists to the ring.
Rahul walked calmly up to the middle of the sand-covered ring and didn't even pay attention to his arrogantly grinning opponent. He was much more busy thinking through his technique before the competition, what moves he wanted to use and how. Of course, these plans depended a lot on how his opponent would react, but you can never be too prepared.
So when the director of Floating Air Barracks gave the signal to begin, Rahul immediately moved and, pulling out Ghost Bell, attacked his opponent. The decisive fight began in this way as a simple sword fight, nothing special about it until Rahul's opponent moved far enough away from the boy to start using his sword. Normally, this trick can knock out an opponent quite a bit, but Rahul had learned from a young age to fight with both kí and sword at the same time, so he had no problem holding back the kí-strengthened attacks.
The duel thus dragged on, almost looking like Rahul would emerge victorious from the clash, when his opponent simply threw his own sword and roared loudly. At first, the western hegin did not even understand what his opponent's goal could be, when he saw the vibrating energy around his opponent.
"Don't fuck with me!" The boy blurted out. "Etele!" He shouted, only for Svihák to appear next to him, who, unlike his usual grinning face, was now looking at their opponent with narrowed eyes. "Let's summon a ghost." Rahul whispered, but he didn't turn to his relative.
"That won't be enough." Svihák grabbed the young man's shoulder, which made Rahul turn to him with a confused face.
"Do we need a demon?" He blinked a few times, when his opponent started towards him, giggling.
"It needs to be stronger." Etele said, shaking his head.
"Stronger?" Rahul's eyes widened, but his ghost relative just nodded. "What exactly?" The young man interrupted.
"Orchidea." As he said this, Etele's figure faded, and Rahul felt the coldness emanating from his chest again, which meant that he had just been possessed by that useless táltos.
As Etele took the leading role in Rahul's body, the boy's muscles completely relaxed. A keen grin appeared on his face, then he simply crouched down on the ground and began to draw in front of himself with his finger. The sign he had just drawn was one of those signs that no one wanted to see in Athira's time.
"Wake up!" Etele whispered, but his voice filled the entire arena, just as his voice had been heard much further than it should have been when he summoned. Following his words, the summoning circle began to glow in a reddish light, and then in the middle of the arena, facing Rahul, a daimon appeared, dressed in black from head to toe and adorned with orchids.
"Hello Svihák. Why did you call?" He asked, not paying attention to what was going on around him.
"Hello to you too, Fragrant ass-face." Etele grinned, then pointed behind General Orchidea. "That should be taken care of there." As he said this, the daimon slowly turned around, but only raised his eyebrows.
"That?" He asked back, but when he only got a nod, he shrugged and simply stood in front of the frozen boy and pressed his index finger to the child's forehead, who collapsed on the ground. "Done, daimon removed. Is that really why I was called here? Someone else could have done this." He rolled his eyes.
"I needed a daimon and I don't know who else is useable from the team." Etele shrugged Rahul's shoulders, as if it were no big deal.
"I've talked to Levedi and Tetemeh in the past ten years, but if you want to know who is left, I can look them up." He offered.
"Oh, no need. I won't use them anyway." He waved. "Anyway, thanks for the help, you can go." He clapped his hands, and General Orchidea just laughed and his figure faded. "Well, let's play a little now." He rubbed his hands together, but quickly stopped the movement. "What's all this fog about?" He grimaced, but before he could say anything else, someone from behind put a hand on Rahul's shoulder.
"The competition is over!" Weruh shouted and looked down at Rahul seriously.
"That's enough fun." Etele sighed with Rahul's mouth, then closed his eyes and left his relative's body.
"This year's Barracks Cup winner is Koál Rahul! We'll present your prize at the evening banquet!" The director of Floating Air Barraks smiled broadly and patted Rahul on the shoulder. "You'd better go, your friends are worried about you." The director nodded towards the part of the auditorium where the Athamanas were sitting.
"Thank you." The boy nodded and when the congratulatory shouts began, he ran out of the arena to join his friends.