Shaman King -

Manta watched from the sidelines, finally understanding the true power of his laid-back friend. Yoh Asakura's real strength wasn't his massive furyoku or his legendary samurai spirit. It was his heart.

Yoh didn't want the power to rule. He just wanted to create a world where he could listen to music and live a carefree, peaceful life. But peace was a luxury the shaman world rarely afforded. Shaman King

"Let's show him what we can do when we work together." Yoh held out his hand. In a flash of blinding spiritual energy, Amidamaru did not just fight alongside Yoh—he merged into Yoh’s antique sword. The blade grew to massive proportions, glowing with an intense, burning white light. Manta watched from the sidelines, finally understanding the

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. Yoh didn't want the power to rule

Within a week, Manta’s rigid, textbook world was completely shattered. He learned that Yoh was training for the , a grand tournament held once every 500 years to determine the Shaman King—the one savior who would unite with the Great Spirit and reshape the world.