DISCLAIMER: I don't own Shaman King, I only own my respective characters that I came up with.
My Borders stocks SK! So now I have volumes 1 and 4. XD
I love Chocolove as much as the next person, but seriously, his jokes are a pain in the ass to convey from Jap to English, so most will be just "Chocolove made a pun and got stabbed in the nose" or something. Btw, in this chapter, he delivers THE BEST JOKE EVER to Ren. Hehehehhehe. I think I took a screenshot of it when I was watching, but I'm too lazy to look it up.
LYSERG'S GONE! I think I'll miss his body (er... 'cause he's green... I like green... but not as much as purple and blue... and orange headphones...) & dowsing a bit, but not his obsessiveness.
First half of the chapter is entertaining to me. The second, not so much. Hao's minions just always have to come and be all evil-minion-y.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! Chocolates and Chocoloves to you all!
Thirty-Seven: Chocolove
"Thank you!" Yoh called, waving after the eighteen-wheeler that had just dropped us off. "You really saved us."
"How long are you going to cry like that?" Ren asked in disgust to Ryu, who was still slumped over after the whole Lyserg-fiasco. I for one couldn't give a crap about the dowser anymore - I neither liked him nor hated him… Okay, so maybe I leaned toward the latter option a little, but still.
"But Lyserg!" Ryu cried, suddenly wrapping his arms around Ren as if he'd never received comfort before (and he certainly wasn't going to get any from Ren).
"Let go of me!" Ren snapped, struggling to push Ryu off. "You're being annoying!"
HoroHoro's voice caught my attention, sounding more serious than usual. "We've been depending on Lyserg's dowsing to get this far. If we have to travel without him from now on…"
Just ask me, I thought in a deadpan. At this, I had to physically shake my head a bit. I hated being so cynical - I was starting to sound like Ren in my mind. Besides, I had originally wanted to spend as much good time as I could with Yoh and the others - I couldn't be a party pooper on myself.
"Oi," Yoh called, catching my and HoroHoro's attention. "This Yonta-Fe town is pretty big, don't you think?" he asked cheerfully.
"Slacker," HoroHoro muttered. "I was acting serious for a change and you just had to ruin it!"
There was a little bit more arguing, but eventually, we were walking down the street (Ren having finally been freed from Ryu's grip), pretty slowly to accommodate for Ryu's feet-dragging pace.
"So," Ren asked Yoh, "what do you plan on doing now?"
"Yeah," HoroHoro agreed. "We won't get anywhere by walking aimlessly. Where are you planning on going?"
I felt a pang of guilt. I could easily tell them where Patch Village was, what with that little tug in my feet leading me towards home (ironically, we were heading in the exact opposite direction), but that would be breaking my rules, and no matter what, my debt had to come before my friends.
Yoh crossed his arms and seemed to think carefully for a moment before he cheerfully replied, "Let's think while we eat!"
"That's not the point here!" HoroHoro and Ren yelled in unison; their banter could do nothing but lift my mood, and I gave a small smile.
"Why are you so easygoing?" Ren asked, annoyed.
"Will you be serious for once?" HoroHoro added while I noticed Ryu swaying a little bit. However, that wasn't the only thing I noticed.
"Hey, you guys," said a shaman as he suddenly slipped up. He was black with an afro and wore some African tribal-looking clothes, and I realized that I recognized him from the preliminary matches, though his name escaped me (while his oversoul form had impressed me, if I remembered right, he had been filed as just another shaman I'd see in my endless cycle of lives). He also had a rather bulbous nose.
"You look like a cheerful group," he went on, "but will you be able to maintain that mood?"
There was a moment of silence.
"So, what should we eat?" Yoh asked as we, as a group, started walking again, completely ignoring the black shaman.
"Let's make it Chinese food," Ren suggested.
"Chinese food again?" HoroHoro asked, echoing my thoughts.
"Lyserg…" Ryu moaned.
There was a moment or two of silence before, from behind us now, the boy yelled, "Hey, are you ignoring me? I'm telling you guys for you own good! Hey, damn it! Are you listening to me?"
"Shut up!" Ryu shot back, stopping to look at the boy. "I'm depressed right now!"
"I have no business with you," Ren added in a growl.
"I'm tired of Chinese food already!" HoroHoro said darkly.
I said nor signed nothing; I didn't even turn around.
"You guys don't get it, do you?" the boy yelled. "Group! The most important thing is a group!"
We all stopped in unison and turned around, and though I knew what the boy was talking about, the others obviously didn't when Yoh asked, "Group?"
"Crepe," the boy replied, someone pulling out a crepe and holding it, saying the word almost like you would pronounce group.
I chuckled a little at the comical form that he had taken (a typical Japanese schoolgirl uniform, by the way), but I understood how we couldn't really be bothered by him, and I turned and followed the others.
"You're ignoring me again?" the boy screeched.
I looked around, and faster than I could blink, Ren had his Kwan Dao pulled out and pointed straight at the boy's nose, who had fallen to the ground in fright.
"If you have business, make it short," Ren warned. "If you joke around even a little, I'll cut you."
Oh, there was the Ren we all knew and loved, threatening absolute strangers. I could already tell (and there was no sarcasm in this thought) that this day was going to be pretty entertaining, perfect for getting my thoughts off of the pressing matters.
"Okay," the boy promised, sounding understandably nervous. "I won't joke around. I'm looking for allies right now."
"Allies?" Ren repeated quietly.
"Don't you know?" the boy asked. "There aren't many shamans who are by themselves now. Everyone is acting as a group. Like those big groups of Hao's and the X-Laws."
"X-Laws…" I could tell what Yoh was thinking when I heard his mutter.
The boy gave a chuckle as he heard this as well. "It'll be easier to explain since you know of them. In other words, you should increase your allies and strengthen your forces."
"What's you name?" Ren asked.
Though he seemed unsettled at being at the receiving end of Ren's Kwan Dao, the boy replied, "Chocolove."
Ren poked the boy in the nose with his weapon (rather lightly, in Ren's standards).
Chocolove screeched as he jumped up, holding his slightly bleeding nose. "What did you do that for?"
"Was that your real name?" Ren asked calmly.
"Of course it is!" Chocolove yelled. "Look," he went on, "my name is Chocolove," he went on with a flourish. "You pronounce the 'v' by…"
His voice faded away slightly as HoroHoro prodded me and we all began to walk away again.
"Hey!" Chocolove yelled. "Listen to me, damn it!"
Oh, this boy was amusing, I had to admit as he stood in front of us again, although he was turned away from us with his arms crossed. He was a bit loud, but so was HoroHoro - I wasn't the decision-maker of the group (for obvious reasons other than the fact that Yoh held that position), but if it were up to me, I think I'd sign him up in a heartbeat, so long as he didn't become another Lyserg.
"So, basically," HoroHoro summed up, "you're alone right now?"
"Yeah," Chocolove admitted.
"You want to join us because you'll be targeted if you remain by yourself?" Ryu clarified.
"That's not quite right," Chocolove answered, voice a bit strained, "but something like that."
"What do you mean?" Ren asked. "You should have said it sooner."
Chocolove suddenly turned around, flailing. "I'm saying that I'll be a great asset to your group if you make me your ally!"
Ren placed a hand on his hip in his usual egotistical air. "Hmph. I don't believe you."
Chocolove got a strange look on his face and repeated the words, as if Ren's Japanese had made an odd pun, and he suddenly smirked.
He jumped, an in the next instant, he was not only holding a blonde wig in front of Ren, but also a very blue, very feminine dress. "Cinderella Ren!"
Ren's tongari twitched, and two seconds later, Chocolove was a beaten pulp on the ground.
"What good will your useless jokes do?" Ren screeched.
"Don't underestimate jokes," Chocolove managed. "Laughing is very important, you know."
I couldn't help it - I snorted, which turned into very scratchy, voiceless laughter. Holy crap, that had been hilarious - not the joke itself, but the way Ren had looked and reacted.
Ren turned to me, an angry flush on his face. "What the hell was funny about that?"
Still chuckling, I signed back, my hands a bit shaky from the amusement still bubbling inside me. 'You just looked so…' I struggled for the right word. '…weird.'
Ren was taken aback, his face now almost as flush as a tomato. "Excuse me?" he asked, as if he thought he hadn't understood me well, which I was sure he had.
Yoh laughed as well. "This guy is really funny!"
"He is?" HoroHoro and Ryu asked as Ren's face returned to its regular shade as he turned back to Chocolove on the ground.
"But," Yoh went on, "I'm surprised that you knew Ren's name."
I blinked, realizing that I hadn't caught that.
Chocolove stood up. "That's because information is my weapon." His spirit, a jaguar, suddenly appeared beside him as he looked back at us. "This is my spirit, Mic of Jaguar," he introduced. "On top of being very fast, he's got a good nose." He held up a yellow notebook. "I've already done research on you guys as well. Asakura Yoh, Tao Ren, Ryu, Tori, and BoroBoro."
"That's HoroHoro, you bastard!" the Ainu shot back, looking like he wanted nothing more than to strangle Chocolove.
"Oh, is that right?" Chocolove asked, making a note of it in his book. "'HoroHoro…' Hey, wasn't there another person with you guys?"
Everyone looked downwards as they remembered, though I crossed my arms. I hadn't grown attached to Lyserg like I had the others, and I would never get attached to him. I understood how the others had thought he had betrayed them (well, maybe I didn't…), but the only thing I had really liked about him was the fact that he could lead the others toward Patch Village without me feeling all that guilty.
"Lyserg…!" Ryu moaned.
Chocolove smirked. "If he's gone, shouldn't that be another reason to take me in? I really will be great use to you guys."
"Then let me ask you," Ren began. "Why is a useful guy like yourself alone?"
Chocolove didn't answer.
"I know why." HoroHoro smirked. "You probably pulled some stupid jokes and got kicked out of your old group, huh?"
Chocolove tensed.
"Since you had no other place to go, you set your eyes on us, didn't you?" Ryu asked, on the verge of crying once again over Lyserg.
Sweat poured down Chocolove's face.
"But he doesn't seem to be a bad person," Yoh vouched cheerfully.
Chocolove looked to Yoh as if he were a god, but before he could say anything, Yoh went on, "I don't care if your jokes aren't funny."
Chocolove's jaw dropped.
Ren huffed. "It doesn't matter, even if this guy's jokes were funny. If you're going to take someone in, he has to be useful."
"Yeah," HoroHoro agreed. "He doesn't seem to be strong, either."
I frowned - what jerks they were being - but I had to agree, we couldn't take in some useless random idiot (not that I was calling Chocolove that). Although, Chocolove did seem to be entertaining. I'd vote him in.
"You bastards!" Chocolove hissed, his jaguar spirit raising its hackles.
There was a sudden sound of glass being broken and yells ringing out, and, startled, I turned to see a couple of men walking angrily out of a place called 'Bill's Bar.' One of them cracked his knuckles.
Chocolove huffed. "I'll show you my real strength. Let's go, Mic."
In the blink of an eye, Chocolove was between the two men, holding up his hands dramatically for peace. "Hold the fight right there! Let's stop fighting and be happy with my jokes!"
"Stay out of this, you brat!" one of the men sneered.
"Totto to Kiero," the other hissed. "Hurry up and get lost!"
Chocolove's eyes flashed. "Otto to Pierrot!" he cried, defying the laws of physics like this was some sort of anime or something and becoming a clown balancing on a ball. "Wobbly Pierrot!"
For about three seconds, all anyone did was stare at him - although, I kind of wanted to laugh, more at the terrible quality of the joke than anything else.
When those three seconds were over, it took about two for the two men to pulverize Chocolove into the ground, and then to go off on their merry way, their aggression against each other gone. At least he had managed to stop them from fighting each other.
"He's weak after all," HoroHoro sighed.
"He's useless," Ren agreed.
"What was he trying to do?" Ryu asked.
"I don't know," Yoh admitted.
Once again, I couldn't help it - I let out a small laugh, trying to muffle it behind my hand, and the others looked at me oddly.
"You… You really don't think he's funny, do you?" HoroHoro asked incredulously.
I shook my head, unable to figure out in words how to explain that seeing Chocolove get beat up was just hilarious. 'His jokes aren't funny, but the reactions he gets are.' I thought of 'Cinderella Ren' and almost cracked up again. If I had had a camera…
()()()()()()()
Chocolove had passed, out, so Ryu and HoroHoro had carried him to a bench in the park while Yoh, Ren, and I went to grab food for everyone. As we waited for the so-called 'comedian' to wake up, I sat beside HoroHoro as we ate our hamburgers, and I wondered what the others would decide to do with him, because I certainly wouldn't make the decision.
"Looks like you're awake," Yoh noted as Chocolove gave a start.
Chocolove sat up in confusion. "You guys…"
"For the record," HoroHoro informed through a mouthful of food, "we didn't make you our ally."
"We couldn't leave you like that," Ryu added. "So…"
I took another bite of hamburger as Yoh said, "Can I ask you a question?"
Chocolove looked to Yoh, but he didn't say no.
"Why are you participating in the Shaman Fight?"
Chocolove looked away, and I wondered if it was in self-consciousness. "To become the world's greatest comedian," he replied.
At once, HoroHoro, Ryu, and Ren spat out their food and came threateningly close to Chocolove and hurled insults at his dream. I frowned; the answer was a bit… out there, but still.
"You're going to become the Shaman King to be a comedian?" Yoh asked in confusion.
Chocolove looked away with his eyes again, though I think I caught a blush on his cheeks. "I want to blow the wind of laughter…"
"Wind of laughter?" Yoh echoed my thoughts.
Chocolove turned and jumped onto the top of a pole and looked out towards the mountains, a small breeze ruffling his clothes. "I want to blow the wind of laughter all over the world."
Laughter… That dream was actually pretty considerate. After all, laughter was supposed-
I stiffened.
Yoh laughed. "That might be good, too."
"Is it?" Ren, HoroHoro, and Ryu asked in unison.
There was a sudden sound of a guitar chord being struck, but I had been expecting it. The others were startled, and we all turned to see two people who instantly made me want to steal Yoh's headphones for myself so I wouldn't have to hear them.
Zenryo. Or Zen and Ryo, those two wannabe rocker shamans who worked for Hao. But I could feel another shaman in the area…
"Music to the world!" they cried.
"Who are you guys?" Ren growled, and I remembered that we were on the road to his house when we had met Zenryo, and the Tao had obviously not been with us.
Chocolove jumped down beside him and told him who they were, adding, "Their abilities aren't that great."
"We know a lot about them," HoroHoro agreed beside me, his arms crossed.
"We already know them," Yoh added.
Chocolove turned back and blinked. "Really?" he asked, taken aback.
One of the men - I honestly couldn't remember which one was Zen and which one was Ryo - huffed self-satisfactorily. "Our abilities are much different from last time!"
"Would you like to listen to our new song?" the other asked.
Ren pulled out his Kwan Dao. "Since I've been annoyed by some useless jokes…" In an instant, he had it oversouled and pointing at Zenryo. "I'll be your opponent!"
"Chimi Chimimouryo Remix!" Zen and Ryo cried out, sending out the little demons at Ren accompanied by a guitar solo or something.
"You're too noisy, stupid western music!" Ren yelled as he slashed, sending Zenryo and their puny chimimouryo flying backward to land on the ground.
Ren let out a "Hmph.."
"New song my ass," HoroHoro said, almost in a deadpan.
Zen and Ryo struggled to their feet, and I instantly knew something was up, and my eyes narrowed as I focused my senses, pinpointing the location of the third shaman as being hidden by furyoku a bit behind Zenryo. I balled my hand into a fist and Nix appeared in his spirit ball form beside it, ready to oversoul at a moment's notice. Zenryo was being possessed.
"I guess the tempo was a bit off…," one of the band members managed, both of them trembling as the other said, "Once more…"
They sent out another wave of chimimouryo and music, and Ren growled "I don't listen to the same song twice!" before he sent them all flying back again.
The Tao straightened up again. "These guys aren't worth fighting." He began to turn away when he noticed what I'd noticed before: that Zenryo kept getting up.
The two were breathing hard, muttering to each other about "Upping the tempo."
"They shouldn't be this tough!" Chocolove exclaimed.
"Isn't it a little strange?" Amidamaru asked, appearing.
Just a little, I thought as I oversouled Nix just in case.
Ren pulled up his Kwan Dao, but Yoh, almost panicky, pleaded, "Don't attack them! If you hurt them any more, they'll die!"
"But look!" Ren said, but I was already looking at the cacti-like oversouls that appeared at Zen and Ryo's arms.
"What are they?" HoroHoro asked. "They didn't have that kind of oversoul last time."
Zenryo jumped high into the air, shooting down now-spiky chimimouryo, which I had to duck down behind my wings to avoid the bulk of them - they stung like hell.
"You bastards!" Ren growled once the dust had settled and I looked out from behind my wings. "If you intent to keep fighting us, prepare yourselves!"
"S-stop it, Ren!" Yoh pleaded again.
"Then what are we going to do?" Ren asked harshly. Unable to see his face, I could almost hear his eyes narrowing. "I have no intention of losing in a place like this. I will crush anyone who gets in my way with full force, even if they die!"
I felt my insides freeze as I realized that Ren, while he had changed, hadn't changed completely. I didn't know what I had been expecting, and I had known in reality that the Tao was still harsh to say the least, but to hear those words was like a slap in the face- Oh, great. That choice of words made me feel guilty for slapping him. Again.
Suddenly angry with myself, I pushed away my nearly overwhelming feelings and focused on the task at hand to realize that Chocolove's entire body was glowing with oversoul, black jaguar-marks having appeared on his body.
"Hold it right there, you guys," he said, his voice low, eyes glowing. "Why are you having a conversation without me? Leave this to me." He glared at Zenryo. "I am the Black Jaguar."
"Black… Jaguar?" Yoh repeated after an incredulous, silent moment.
"I was given Mic from my master," Chocolove explained. "My master, who was both a shaman and a comedian." He closed his eyes, seeming to think. "I am the Black Jaguar. My nose will find everything! My eyes will see everything! These feet will catch everything!" he called as he suddenly shot forward with incredible speed and jumped into the air. "And my claws will tear everything!"
He fell past Zenryo and slashed at normal people would see as empty air, and with the incredible sound of splintering wood, Chocolove revealed a shaman with a guitar in his hands and a sombrero on his head.
"Eres correcto!" the man congratulated in Spanish.
"Who is that guy?" HoroHoro asked in surprise.
Chocolove landed a good distance away from the sombrero-shaman, who I vaguely recognized from the preliminaries. "He is also with Hao," Chocolove explained. "I think his name was Peyote."
"Eres correcto!" Peyote repeated in agreement before clarifying in Japanese, "You are correct."
"They were oversouls," Ren said.
"What do you mean?" Ryu asked in confusion.
"Don't you understand?" Ren continued, not tearing his eyes away from the enemy for a moment, and I knew exactly what he was saying. "He was manipulating those two. He used oversoul on them using their bodies as mediums."
"Then those two…," Yoh began in shock.
"Yeah," Ren agreed. "They lost consciousness long ago."
"Eres correcto," Peyote agreed once more as shivers went up my spine. "Let me introduce you to each other," he went on as the two oversouls surrounding Zen and Ryo revealed themselves as two men in large sombreros. "They are my spirits, Carlos and Juan. They were my friends and famous mariachi players."
With that, the two spirits smirked, and before I could tell what was going on, they had swatted Chocolove away, causing the comedian to land on his back.
"They weren't famous for their musical talent," Peyote amended, "but for their quick hands."
"Bastard!" Chocolove growled, standing up. "What you're doing isn't funny! How can you use your wounded allies to oversoul?"
Peyote let out a huff. "Do it."
Immediately, more chimimouryo spikes shot out at Chocolove, and, to my amazement, he jumped into the air and dodged them, straight through the attack, appearing behind Peyote.
"Evading their attacks and directly attacking me, the one who's controlling them?" Peyote asked, turning his head back. "You're too naïve."
I couldn't see exactly what he did from this angle, but something appeared to have been hiding under Peyote's face scarf that punched Chocolove away so that the comedian landed on the ground once again.
"He was their leader, Antonio," Peyote explained as a little skull doll oversoul - like something from that Mexican holiday, the Day of the Dead - came up onto his shoulder. More skull-like dolls fell from his poncho onto the ground. "Jose, Pancho, Sapada, Miguel. They're all mariachi friends who died because of a stupid fight."
"Those are a lot," Ryu noted in surprise.
"They're Caravella dolls," Ren explained. "'Skeleton dolls.' Peyote uses bones as his medium."
Peyote's Caravella dolls glowed green with oversoul as he struck a chord on his acoustic guitar. "Indeed! When the spirits hear my guitar, even they will start dancing. They are here to protect me. They are here to eliminate the enemy."
"What do you think Zen and Ryo are?" Yoh asked, and I had a feeling that I felt as repulsed as he did.
"Tools, of course," Peyote replied. "From the start they were bones wearing flesh armor to be used as mediums for my oversoul."
"They aren't just bones!" Yoh yelled back. "They're human beings made of flesh and blood!"
Peyote huffed and his voice lowered slightly. "To be able to come close to Hao-sama is more than enough for guys like these."
"You bastard," Chocolove accused. "They were just trying to make others listen to their music, just like my jokes!"
"Jokes?" Peyote asked in a scoff. "What are they?"
"The wind of laughter that will save the world!" Chocolove declared.
"The one who will save the world is Hao-sama!" Peyote shot back as his oversouls forced Zen and Ryo to jump at Chocolove, their spiky chimimouryo shooting at Chocolove, who just held up his arms in defense.
"What are you doing?" Ren yelled. "Hurry up and finish them off!"
"Shut up!" Chocolove called back, still holding up his arms in front of his face. "Power can't save everything!"
Startled and concerned, I watched as Chocolove suddenly let out a large release of furyoku, his body causing a glow that went ten feet up into the air.
"I'll show you!" he declared. "My ultimate ability using all of my furyoku! Oversoul! Ayers Rock!"
I blinked in confusion as Chocolove summoned his furyoku to shape into a large rock-like formation. Vaguely, I remember Ayers Rock as being that place in Australia that was the largest rock in the world. Earth's Navel, it was also called. But why would Chocolove want to form a rock…?
"Look!" Yoh called. "The belly button of Chocolove is mimicking Earth's Navel!"
Startled, I squinted my eyes, and with Nix aiding my vision, I also saw a small stuffed animal next to Chocolove's outie-bellybutton.
"The kangaroo is handmade," he boasted.
My mouth fell open and my brow scrunched up. What was supposed to be funny about this?
Peyote huffed. "I was wondering what you were going to do, but it turns out to be some stupid joke. Get him," he commanded to Carlos and Juan and the other spirits.
However, instead of following his command, Carlos and Juan began to laugh hysterically, and if it was possible, I felt even more awkward.
"What are you laughing at?" Peyote demanded. "Restrain yourselves from laughing at such a stupid joke!" He noticed his smaller oversouls laughing as well. "How can they laugh when they're under the control of my furyoku?"
"I blew them away," Chocolove explained. His oversoul broke and he landed on the ground, gasping. "The wind of laughter will release spirits who are haunted by evil. I'll leave the rest… to you guys…," he finished.
With a yell, HoroHoro and Ryu, who must've been waiting for their chance, rushed at Peyote and his spirits, striking them and sending them flying off into the sky.
()()()()()()()
We stood around the unconscious Chocolove, who HoroHoro and Ryu had dumped once again on a park bench. With the enemy gone, we had all relaxed and deactivated our oversouls.
"I don't mind if he wants to join us," Yoh said, "but how about it?"
"So there will be three jokers?" Ren asked.
There was a small moment of silence before HoroHoro and Ryu exclaimed in unison, "Who are you calling a joker?"
"You guys are a joke, right?" Ren asked, and the three of them began arguing once again.
I blinked, sensing a spirit nearby, and I looked up to see an old man looking at Chocolove with kind eyes before he disappeared completely.
"Hey, Tori," Yoh said, and I turned to him. "You want Chocolove to come with us?" he asked.
I shrugged.
()()()()()()()
"All right!" Chocolove declared later once he had woken up and we had told him that he could come with us. "Everyone follow me!"
"Why did it turn out like this?" Ren asked grumpily as we followed Chocolove down the street as the comedian marched happily and importantly.
"How should I know?" Ryu replied.
"Hey," Yoh called to Chocolove. "Where are we going?"
Chocolove turned around, grinning as he held up his little yellow notebook. "Isn't it obvious? We're going to Patch Village.
I blinked in surprise. If Chocolove knew how to get there, then… Well, the comedian was quite the replacement for Lyserg, wasn't he?
"You know where it is?" Yoh asked excitedly.
"The location of Patch Village is great information!" HoroHoro added.
"Which way is it?" Ryu said.
"The Patch Village… That Patch Village is…" Chocolove suddenly looked around. "Pachi?" he punned, for the word meant 'Which way.'
There was a moment of awkward silence.
HoroHoro and Ryu suddenly started yelling at Chocolove and began to chase him while Ren and Yoh turned around as if they couldn't bear to look at the situation.
"What do you intend to do about this?" Ren asked, his arms crossed and a vein pulsing in his head.
"It's my fault," Yoh cried.
"Wait, wait!" Chocolove called, and I couldn't help but look at him as he held his hands out to Ryu and HoroHoro. "A person named Lilirara who lives in this town knows where Patch Village is. It's true!"
"You're serious, right?" Ryu asked.
Chocolove made another pun, and suddenly everyone was chasing him in circles, even Ren and Yoh. I just stood there watching them, a hand on my temple but a small smile on my lips.