"Child of the demon." The whispering voice came.
"Here he is again!" Grumbled another.
"What are you doing here again?" Asked the third.
"Hey demon, don't you want to go back to your kind?" A fourth laughed.
Back then, a millennium before the day that the chán Mo Ching heard his name again from young Razvan's mouth, the young chán was still treading his childhood years. His days were spent being mocked by his peers, and when they weren't mocking him, they were jealous. Young Mo Ching was much more skilled than his companions from the beginning.
"Qiguai, my little boy, here you are." When the little six-year-old boy heard his mother's voice, his hands clenched into fists and he simply stormed past the woman.
"I hate that name!" He shouted with tears in his eyes.
"My son! How dare you talk to your mother like that?!" His father childed him, but before he could scold him further, the child's mother held him down and shook her head, then walked to her gumpy son sitting at one of the tables. She took out a scroll from the shelf in front of the wall and sat down next to the child.
"I haven't told you how you got your name yet." The woman said calmly.
"I'm not even interested in it!" The boy grumbled, but his mother just spread the scroll on the table in front of them. There was a painting on the scroll. From the great wall protecting the borders of the country, on which chán soldiers held their bows. At the foot of the wall, a young boy stood with a bloody sword next to the corpse of an adult, judging by his clothes, a high-ranking man. The soldiers attacking the wall all knelt before the boy.
"Who is he?" Mo Qiguai narrowed his eyes.
"He gave you your name." Said his mother completely calmly, with which she managed to get the little boy to raise his head. "Before you were born, the country was attacked from the western border. The leader of the troops was a hard-handed and ruthless man. It was rumored that wherever he went, he left behind a sea of blood. He wanted our country. Your father was standing there." His mother pointed to the figure standing on one of the walls. "The fate of the battle was decided that day. The warlord appeared among the enemy's men. He called our men to surrender and when they did not want to obey, he ordered his troops to attack, but before any man could move, he left the line." He pointed to the young boy standing in the middle of the picture.
"No one had time to react. It was all a moment. One minute the warlord was still standing, and the next he was lying at the child's feet. And that boy looked down at him as if he was something dirty." Mo Qiguai's father also intervenes. The boy raised his head at this. His father did not tell him much about the war years. "Then he looked up and simply shouted, 'We want peace talks! Is there anyone here willing to settle this without bloodshed?'"
"Peace came, you were born not long after. As a token of his gratitude, your father asked that boy to give you a name." His mother explained.
"But who is he?" The little boy asked.
"Do you know why they call you a demon's child?" His mother asked, and when he shook his head, he continued. "The boy was called the demon of the battlefield by his enemies."
"Don't be ashamed of your name, my son, it means 'miracle'. Names have great power and yours is a very powerful name." His father encouraged him.
After that day, the boy took being teased a little easier. Even after that, he didn't like his name more, but he accepted it. Then, when he was old enough, he decided that he wanted to travel the world. He was aided in this plan by a message from the west. Some high-ranking member of one of the clans sent a message home from Athira's camp asking for a favor. The young Mo Ching immediately jumped at the chance and took the world west, towards Madüjawr.
Along the way, he learned many things, realized many of his ideas, and then arrived at that particular camp. Beyond the Karrabata mountains, the wild barbarians who attacked their borders at the time of his birth found their home here. Based on the letter, he was supposed to meet that particular clan member during the afternoon. However, according to local customs, he had to appear before the master of the camp first.
"Welcome young chán, I am Athira the lord of this land. Who can I respect in you?" The famous leader's voice and mannerisms were also surprisingly kind. The chán boy straightened.
"My name is Mo Ching, but I was given the name Mo Qiguai at birth." As soon as he said this, the leader's eyes seemed to sparkle.
"You are the child my twin told me about." He said enthusiastically, which only made the boy blink at him.
"Are you talking about me again?" A man who was a spitting image of the leader entered the tent. "Ah, good day."
"Here it is. The demon of the battlefield, my twin brother, Csito." The leader introduced the man, which made the general look at him suspiciously.
"I haven't been called by that nickname in a long time." He shrugged. "Who is your guest?" He nodded towards the boy.
"Mo Qiguai. The child you named." Mo Ching interrupted, and the man looked back at him in surprise.
"I knew you will be a good fighter." He nodded. "Speaking of the idiot, whoever you're here for is probably two tents away and if I had to guess, he's arguing with the Witch." The man waved.
Mo Ching didn't even have a chance to grasp his situation before he was dragged out of the tent. In the end, he just shook his head and went to find the person he came here for.
"Ah, here you are. I'm sorry you had to come this far." A man with bluish-white hair, wearing typical chán clothes, stepped in front of him.
"Did you send the letter?" Mo Ching asked, receiving a nod. "Why are you sorry that I came? The letter said that I had to accompany someone home." The boy blinked in confusion, before the man smiled sadly and looked away towards one of the tents.
"Yes, I wanted to send him home. He would have been much happier among us, he has a better sense of our cultivation." He sighed, then raised his sad eyes to the teenage boy. "But he can't leave, his people will need him." He shook his head and squeezed the boy's shoulder. "Go on one more adventure before you go home. Get to know the world." He advised.
"What's your name?" Mo Ching asked curiously, but the other just smiled.
"When you get home, ask the clan leaders who the greatest seer is and you will find out." He giggled, then leaned close to his ear and after a quick comment, thanks to which the chán boy's ears turned red, he disappeared into the crowd.
He didn't really know why, but in the end Mo Ching really went on an adventure in this foreign world. He went west beyond the Karrabata, invented a couple of new things during his travels, the making of which he enthusiastically showed the locals. Then he heard the news, two weeks after he had left Athira's camp, the infamous great leader had passed from the living. The news came as a surprise to him, but it did not influence him to continue his journey.
One hundred, then two hundred years passed before he decided to return home. As soon as he set foot on Chájna's land again, the first thing he did was to improve his cultivation. Just as when he was young, his knowledge and specialness showed now. He soon became the youngest clan leader and one of those whose golden core had evolved to the highest levels. Then it was time for a grand council between the clans. The meeting itself was not exciting, but before everyone left, Mo Ching spoke.
"Who is the greatest seer?"
"Why do you ask?" Asked a clan leader who had turned white.
"When I was in Athira's camp, I met a man, he told me to ask when I get home who the greatest seer is and then I will find out who he is. " The young clan leader shrugged.
"Did he say anything else?" Another clan leader asked the question.
"That's all he said, and something that I don't want to repear." He folded his arms in front of him.
"You met our clan leader!" The representative of the seer clan leaned forward and hit the table. At the great council of the clan leaders, only the leader of the seer clan almost never appeared, only representatives came from there.
"How do you know it's him?" He looked grumpily at the representative sitting next to him.
"The clan leader always says something terribly embarrassing before he leaves." He sighed. "The last time he appeared, he told one of my shidi that..." He stopped here. "We don't talk about that." He shook his head.
Much to Mo Ching's sadness, the conversation then took such a turn that he was unable to find out anything else about that mysterious clan leader. Finally, without answers, he returned home to his clan's land and lived there, retreating from the others in peace with his clan, until one day, a messenger from the seer clan appeared before him.
"The clan leader sends this to you." The young boy handed a scroll to Mo Ching. The man, who was already hundreds of years old, unfolded the letter, which contained only one sentence. 'Go to Madüjawr!' The clan leader looked at the messengee in bewilderment.
"Didn't he say anything else?" He asked the question.
"Immediately!" He got the answer before he started to blink, making the young boy start to excuse himself. "Forgive me sir, I didn't mean to be disrespectful, but the clan leader said that if you asked me that question, I should answer it this way." He pulled himself together.
"I understand." The man nodded. "Thank you." Said the leader of the Mo clan and turned away from the boy, he didn't bother to send the boy away. Everyone knew that the seer clan followed their own rules, no matter what anyone told them.
In the end, this letter was the reason why, a hundred years before the present day, chán Mo Ching again took the world's roads and set off again to Madüjawr, where he had already established a second home for himself. At the time, he had no idea for what purpose he had been sent to Madüjawr, but now he was no longer interested in the purpose. He enjoyed his new life and became close to his heart with the Athamanas at the head of all of Madüjawr. As for the Athamanas, the leader of the team stood before him now with the same smile on his lips as that man did centuries ago.
"The demon of the battlefield..." Master Mo swallowed.
"I haven't been called that in a long time. I have since been reborn." Razvan chuckled.