DISCLAIMER
I don't know why I need to write this. It's quite obvious that I do not own Shaman King or have any copyright claims to the books at all. However, I am writing this disclaimer to say that you may not sue me for any injuries caused by reading this fan fiction, whether it be having a heart attack because I killed off one of your favorite characters in some sort of cruel and horrible way, it being that you got so pissed that I decided to make fun of people by 'riting in bad grammer & spellig', 'us1ng numb3rs 1n my s70r13s', '0r evn us1ng a c0mb. 0f b0th' , or it being that you actually found something I wrote funny and fell out of your chair/choked on your own tears. Anyways, enjoy the story.
My spirit ally is a cat.
A cat.
I hate cats with the very depth of my soul.
And now I'm paired up with a cat to do spirit battles with against some of the most feared shamans in the world.
I haven't even come up with a name for it yet. I don't think I ever will.
In most of our battles it just kinda sits there until I throw it at the monster thing that we're battling. Then it goes all crazy ballistic and starts throwing up everywhere. Some people name their attacks. I don't, but if I did, then I would call it something like the "Throwing my Stupid Cat at the Monster so it can go Crazy Ballistic" attack. In Japanese, it would be something like Hiyatashisukamiokasicolasimecamasolonaiksisuzukihondacivic or something.
I don't even know why my dad signed me up to be a shaman. He sent me to this old dude for a while, and I trained with him. It was pretty easy, I guess. And I finished his 3 year training, and then he finally gave me a shaman.
And it was a cat.
I don't know who chooses these things, but as soon as I find them, they'll wish they'd never given me a cat.