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
Then, he heard it. A soft, melodic humming floating through the chilly evening air. Shaman King
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. With one final, decisive swing of his glowing
"What?!" Ren growled, his eyes widening. "You integrate your spirit as an equal, not as a tool?!" Ren stared at the outstretched hand in utter disbelief
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.