Shaman King File

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.

"W-with who?!" Manta squeaked, clutching his books to his chest. "There is nobody else here!" Shaman King

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. Ren lay on the ground, defeated but unharmed

It was the —the physical manifestation of a shaman's willpower and furyoku. "W-with who

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

Yoh didn't flinch. He didn't pull out a weapon. He just closed his eyes and breathed. "," Yoh whispered.