Soon after they came back, Vinasaka along with Mir and Mihas went to Gurusji’s ashram. A kara was readily needed again. When they stood outside the humble abode of their guruji, Mir stared at the hut like a kid looking at a candy.
“What’s so special?” Vinasaka popped his face in front of him which startled the boy who was deep in his fantasy.
“Ah, no-nothing actually! I have never really had a teacher of my own so…” the particular words would have sounded far more melancholy if only Vinasaka hadn’t reacted like a brat, “Mir, come on, you were plenty strong without a master. You think we’d be able to fight together today if you had a master.” He didn’t mean ill, since it was evident that he was quite envious of Mir’s talent with the help of his lips drawn straight and his eyes half shut
