Shaman - King

"Hey there," the boy said, waving lazily without looking down. "The stars are going to be great tonight. You should sit with us."

Ren stared at the outstretched hand in utter disbelief. No one had ever shown him kindness after a battle. Slowly, hesitantly, the proud Tao heir took Yoh's hand.

"What?!" Ren growled, his eyes widening. "You integrate your spirit as an equal, not as a tool?!" Shaman King

It was the —the physical manifestation of a shaman's willpower and furyoku.

"The weak have no right to exist in the upcoming tournament, Yoh Asakura," Ren spat, raising his Guan dao polearm. "Power is everything. Friendship is a delusion for the fragile!" "Hey there," the boy said, waving lazily without

Ren lay on the ground, defeated but unharmed. He looked up at Yoh, waiting for the finishing blow. Instead, Yoh deactivated his Oversoul, smiled, and offered the boy a hand.

The orange glow of the Tokyo sunset bled through the clouds as Manta Oyamada scurried past the cemetery. He was late, his heavy briefcase slamming against his leg with every frantic step. He hated taking the shortcut through the graves, but tonight he was desperate. No one had ever shown him kindness after a battle

"You're... you're a shaman!" Manta gasped, his voice cracking.