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.
"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." Shaman King
"W-with who?!" Manta squeaked, clutching his books to his chest. "There is nobody else here!" Ren lay on the ground, defeated but unharmed
Then, he heard it. A soft, melodic humming floating through the chilly evening air. "A spirit isn't a weapon, Ren," Yoh said
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.