Master Guru Pathik was thin and wiry, with somewhat dark skin. Though bald, he had a thick, grizzled beard, looking much like an eminent monk from his homeland of A San.
Although he was now over a hundred years old, his eyes remained clear and his spirit vigorous. His smile gave him a warm, humorous air.
He should indeed be Master Guru Pathik.
However, his greeting made Kahn's heart leap into his throat.
Though full of questions and worries, Kahn introduced himself first:
"Hello, Master. My name is Kahn. I came here to learn Spiritbending from you.
"You just called me a 'special Spiritbender.' Why did you say that?"
"Mm, what a polite child. My name is Guru Pathik, and I'm glad I can offer you some help. And to our four honored guests, ancient Deities, it's a pleasure to meet you."
East, South, West, and North chirped in response. The old man before them likewise felt warm and approachable, rather than someone who frightened Deities.
"As for why I called you that..."
Guru Pathik smiled, brought out a bowl of unidentified liquid from behind him, and handed it to Kahn.
"Before you listen to the story, drink this. It will help settle the turmoil in your heart."
Kahn accepted the bowl with both hands. The moment he brought his nose close, a pungent smell hit him. He immediately held it farther away, his expression turning strange.
"What is this? I think I smell onions and bananas."
"Of course. In fact, it's a bowl of Onion Banana Juice. Trust me, it's absolutely a Spiritbender's best companion."
As he spoke, Guru Pathik drank an entire large bowl right in front of him, even smacking his lips with relish afterward, as though it really did taste good.
Seeing this, Kahn remained doubtful,