Yoh didn't flinch. He didn't pull out a weapon. He just closed his eyes and breathed. "," Yoh whispered.
"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!" Shaman King
It came in the form of a relentless shadow. , a fierce shaman from China, stood in the middle of a deserted street, his eyes burning with intense malice. Behind him floated the massive, armored spirit of a Chinese warlord. Yoh didn't flinch
"I'm ," the boy replied, leaning back against a tombstone with complete disregard for the dead. "And don't worry about them. Ghosts are only scary if you don't take the time to understand them." ⚔️ The Weight of the Blade "," Yoh whispered
Beside him, the spirit of a legendary 600-year-old samurai materialized, bowing low. "At your side, Master Yoh."