Little Futura

Senses of thrill captivate me. It is the sort of feeling one would get when they are to prepare for something so great, nothing else can come to mind. After all, the Shaman Fight only does happen once in every five-hundred years.

I don't feel so flattered when I'm revered as the direct descendant of the famous, mighty, and powerful Asakura family. We're some modest little Japanese folks by the countryside. It's nothing too great. Anyone living there would complain of the dust and the little bed bugs that annoy once in a while.

Here. Here I am. If not for myself, it is for the rest with me. When I'm Shaman King, a peaceful life. I want a peaceful life. That is what Anna says and that is what Manta says. It's humorous. They never allow me to finish my sentence.

A peaceful life for all. A brand new paradise where those will be happy just by being there. Not like Jeanne's seventh heaven she will bestow upon earth like no one else can do. It's not like Ren's revival of justice or Hao's cleansing of the world. No, just a simple paradise for all of us. No pain, no worry, no regret, no sorrow, no tragedy.

Funny, I never asked Tamao what her prediction may turn up to be as. Oh, I might be too nervous to even want to know. It's better to be naïve. Maybe after Ren's and the X-Laws preliminary rounds are over, then I can ask. They will both win no matter their opponent. If the X-Laws leader shows up, she's probably guaranteed a win. But no matter what answer she gets, it's still a good and bad prediction, I think.

Fireworks.

They celebrate through the first preliminary round of the famed Shaman Fight.

Some fireworks were heard blasting across the stadium signaling the round of the very first match of the tournament from 500 years ago.

And then shall be the X-1. The team Lyserg had joined. I wouldn't blame him that he chose the X-Laws. If I didn't have Manta, Anna, Ren, Horohoro, and the rest of them, I would too. If there is anyone who could beat Hao, I hope it could one day be the X-Laws leader.

It was a messy fight though. A complete atrocity from what I believed that the Iron Maiden had done. She stands for justice yet she does not follow the very foundation of what life and death's purpose serve. Or that is of course, my most objective opinion.

The only thing that bothers me the most is the idea that of her belief she holds the purest soul. She preaches Christianity but I thought the Bible said that all men were created equal. Or was that the American Constitution?

"Where are you going, Yoh?" Anna asks. Caught in the act. Worrying about the punishment is the least of my worries at the moment. To check on Tamao? That will do.

"To see Tamao." I think. "Haven't seen her around."

"Why?" Not sure really. She did have the right to ask...but why couldn't Grandpa just make Tamao my fiancée? I would have gotten many oranges. And I wouldn't have to be tortured so much. Who said that we had to act like 'husband and wife'? Oh not that big of a deal.

"Yoh." Her voice drones. Layer Two of Solid Confinement in Hell.

"I haven't seen her since the Shaman Fight. Just looking."

"How on earth are you going to find her?"

"Amidamaru, of course!" my spirit illuminates himself besides me. In unison, we say 'Yes! We can do it as a team!' "I'll be back before dinner." I say before we head off. No answer came of her so I'm assuming it is a 'yes'. Amidamaru flew high into the sky and resided for several moments and floated back down. "Any human waves?"

"Not that I can detect. There are too many of them, Yoh." He sighs.

"It's alright. It must kick in eventually." Although I find it difficult to believe that someone like Tamao could miss the stadium. Amidamaru continued to be flustered and worried by the moment. How could anyone have forgotten Tamao now that she may not even know the Shaman Fight was here. Unless if someone gave her the wrong information, of course.

"Amidamaru, no worries." I smile. "Why would anyone want to capture? She's a Shaman. She can defend for herself."

"Perhaps there are those that might mistaken her ability of an excellent psychic." The spirit gives a shrug.

"I don't think so. We've only arrived minutes ago. Besides, she's not even participating in the tournament and the only people that each opponent here is concerned about is the opposing one." I remind.

"Maybe she was recruited by another faction or group...or something!" Amidamaru insists.

"It's alright. I was told she's only a novice." No harm although it's good she tries so hard. Maybe she should run a restaurant of her own one day. It would make lots of money with the innumerable ideas of orange smoothies, orange sodas, orange ice cream, orange floats. Now that is where my peaceful life will be. Forget Hao and everyone else. Maybe...my oversoul should be an orange...

"Amidamaru?"

"Yes, Yoh?"

"We should train more. For defense, let's try a new tactic! It shall form to the skin of a soft orange. It will bounce of attacks. After all, I'm getting bored of red. A happier, livelier oversoul that can inspire colors, life, and fun in the others who think the Fight is so morbidly depressing." I laugh.

"Yes! What a splendid idea!" Amidamaru claps. "How about Tamao again?"

"Really, I'm sure she's fine." I state for the final time. This time, my voice croaked.