"You're... you're a shaman!" Manta gasped, his voice cracking.
"Good fight," Yoh said cheerfully. "You're super strong. We should grab some food." Shaman King
Yoh didn't flinch. He didn't pull out a weapon. He just closed his eyes and breathed. "," Yoh whispered. "You're
"Let's show him what we can do when we work together." Yoh held out his hand. In a flash of blinding spiritual energy, Amidamaru did not just fight alongside Yoh—he merged into Yoh’s antique sword. The blade grew to massive proportions, glowing with an intense, burning white light. "You're super strong
The boy finally looked at him, his dark eyes brimming with a calm, effortless warmth. "Sure there are. Look closer."
Manta rubbed his eyes and screamed. Floating in the air around the boy were dozens of translucent, glowing figures—samurai, monks, and ancient travelers, all smiling warmly.