Prologue
Shamans were always seen as superior. Such a thing always boggled my mind. To me, shamans were like the white people of us spiritualists. Everyone else was not important, as if you didn't exist. Shunned. Weak. Worthless. Useless. Yet we all contribute to spirits just as much as shamans. But apparently, mediums, daoshi and everyone else are minorities. Well, I understand humans as a minority but, what are we again? Oh, right. We're humans with powers. We are still human. All of us.
What was it called again? Oh, right. "Unity". When a shaman supposedly lets himself – or herself; gender equality – to become possessed and fight. I see the fact of being possessed as weak. And not only that, but the fighting isn't even being done by the shaman, it's by the spirit. The shaman is literally nothing but a human puppet for the deceased. And they're glorified for it. How is that strength? How is that superior?
But I guess that's none of my business.
I should be happy really. As humans fight for acceptance amongst each other, so do us. It's like fighting for gay rights or racial equality. At least, that's how I see it. And we were successful by the way. After the revolts, the Shaman Tournament officially began to accept every spiritualist. The Council even had the courtesy to change the winning title from "Shaman King" to "Spirit Master".
Believe you me, I was the giddiest little thing when I found out and immediately began extra training. Everyone seeks to be Spirit Master in hopes that their new-found power will bring their hopes and dreams true. I simply seek the power in hopes of having everyone under the stars to be seen as equal. I just want humans and spiritualists to live together in peace. That seems like a legit dream, right? I don't want world domination or anything crazy. I just want acceptance. That's not asking for too much, right?
But many people still aren't too fond of a reaper wanting to rise to the throne.