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"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."
"Good fight," Yoh said cheerfully. "You're super strong. We should grab some food." Shaman King
Beside him, the spirit of a legendary 600-year-old samurai materialized, bowing low. "At your side, Master Yoh." "A spirit isn't a weapon, Ren," Yoh said
"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 "You're super strong
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.
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.
