Shaman King -

"Hey there," the boy said, waving lazily without looking down. "The stars are going to be great tonight. You should sit with us."

Manta froze. Slowly, he turned his eyes toward the top of the hill. Outlined against the massive, blood-red sun sat a young boy. He wore an unbuttoned school uniform, a pair of large orange headphones around his neck, and a peaceful expression that didn't belong in a graveyard. Shaman King

Ren lay on the ground, defeated but unharmed. He looked up at Yoh, waiting for the finishing blow. Instead, Yoh deactivated his Oversoul, smiled, and offered the boy a hand. "Hey there," the boy said, waving lazily without

"W-with who?!" Manta squeaked, clutching his books to his chest. "There is nobody else here!" " the boy said