"W-with who?!" Manta squeaked, clutching his books to his chest. "There is nobody else here!"
In a world full of shamans willing to kill, destroy, and manipulate to become a god, Yoh was the only one who realized that to truly change the world, you first had to be willing to sit down, share a smile, and listen to the souls around you. The Heart of Shaman King: Yoh Asakura Shaman King
"What?!" Ren growled, his eyes widening. "You integrate your spirit as an equal, not as a tool?!" "W-with who
Yoh didn't want the power to rule. He just wanted to create a world where he could listen to music and live a carefree, peaceful life. But peace was a luxury the shaman world rarely afforded. "You integrate your spirit as an equal, not as a tool
"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!"
The clash that followed shook the very foundations of the city street. Ren fought with brutal, blinding speed, fueled by a lifetime of hatred and family expectations. But Yoh moved like water. He didn't fight with anger; he fought with a profound, unshakeable acceptance.
"Good fight," Yoh said cheerfully. "You're super strong. We should grab some food."