Hello, this is my first Shaman King fanfic. Heck, this is my first fanfic ever! About Manta, because I think it's rare to see a character like him in the anime-manga world.

Disclaimer : I don't own Shaman King, and I don't want to own it. Really. if I did that would be SOOOOOOOOO boring.

Enjoy!


Weapons.

Sharp, blunt, shapeless, dangerous-looking, tough-looking, weird- looking, useless-looking, etcetera, etcetera. But one thing for sure, Manta didn't own any of them. Never had he wanted to own one, though. It's just not his part to hold stuff like these.

It's been a while since he entered the room where his friends' weapons were kept. Meaning it's been a while since he stood there staring, too. Weird actually, seeing those things laid down unused like that actually brought some weird reflection time to Manta.

He had seen them so often. In every fight he'd witnessed. His friends wield their weapons proudly. If he dug up a piece of memory from his brain, he could still picture the fiery battle cry and the suspense and the expressions of his friends when they were attacking an enemy and all. They would swing that weapon of them with their very own offensive style, engulfed in those rainbow-ish color of their OS, bam, bam, crash, and some hideous result would happen.

Okay. It's not always THAT hideous.

But then it would still show him how powerful his friends are. Very.

And boy, they were still wishing to develop their strength.

How many years had it been… Three? Four years since his life took a sharp turn? Whoa, that felt like a dream. His first real friend ever, Yoh, were gradually going beyond metaphysic for the lack of term. Impossible things were made daily breakfast after Manta decided to fuse their life journey together. He started to meet more beyond metaphysic person, the super beyond metaphysic person who happened to be Yoh's sibling, not to exclude the ultimate beyond metaphysic being, the GS.

So many companions now, so many, and they're advancing towards their dream. Manta just stumbled upon their weapons.

An even weirder urge told him to touch one of those. How does it feel to swing it soooo whole-heartedly? When a quarter of your life hang in the capability of those things? Sure, that could be just a media for the mochireis, but Manta were sure their friend wouldn't be so glad if they were told to change weapons.

He tried to lift Ren's machete. Oof. Oops. No, he couldn't. Way too heavy. Perhaps if he were forced to fight with that thing he'd end up cutting himself into three pieces.

He put it down again with a sigh. That's just a physical burden. And all of his friends still had to drag another sad backup story while they fought. Truthfully, Manta sometimes felt he wouldn't ever be able to understand his friends thoroughly. But he tried, nevertheless.

Well, perhaps it's just not his part to hold stuff like these. He did more observing-type things.

But…


That's it. Quite random, huh?

Constructive criticisms will be freakingly appreciated.