The race of the shaman

Prologue

This story is set 500 years after the shaman tournament involving Yoh. This is the story of Manic Morte a Shaman who joins Zeke to seek his revenge on the world.

My name is Manic; I am the oldest of three children. I have a brother who is two years younger than me and a sister who is a year younger than me. My parents ignore me because I hate school and get low grades, whereas my brother and sister get good grades and are model students. I couldn’t care less what any of them think, the first chance I get I’ll leave home. I am a strong martial artist, my idol is Bruce Lee. I had been repeatedly called a freak because I can see “things” others couldn’t see, I have seen people who vanished when I turned to look again, I had seen huge images in the sky that lasted only moments. I had felt supreme power in these brief moments, a kind of primal strength that gives me the power to fulfil my destiny and destroy humans. I may look like them but I am not on of them I am different, I don’t know how but I am.

Everyday I had the same routine of putting on a black shirt, my ripped jeans and combing my medium length red hair. I would then go downstairs and watch TV, if I had the urge I would go and walk around the streets but normally I would achieve nothing until one faithful day. That day is when my story begins…