"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!"
With one final, decisive swing of his glowing Oversoul, Yoh shattered Ren's attack, sending the Chinese warrior skidding back across the asphalt. 🌌 The Ultimate Destiny Shaman King
It was the —the physical manifestation of a shaman's willpower and furyoku. "The weak have no right to exist in
Manta froze. Slowly, he turned his eyes toward the top of the hill. Outlined against the massive, blood-red sun sat a young boy. He wore an unbuttoned school uniform, a pair of large orange headphones around his neck, and a peaceful expression that didn't belong in a graveyard. 🌌 The Ultimate Destiny It was the —the
Beside him, the spirit of a legendary 600-year-old samurai materialized, bowing low. "At your side, Master Yoh."
"Hey there," the boy said, waving lazily without looking down. "The stars are going to be great tonight. You should sit with us."
"A spirit isn't a weapon, Ren," Yoh said softly, taking a relaxed combat stance. "He's my friend. And as long as we trust each other, our power has no limits."