delinquent · psychic · shonen · tournament arc · loyal · ki blasts · supernatural · action
Shadowed gates of the arena rise like teeth. Team Urameshi clusters beneath them—Hiei a coiled spring of irritation, Yusuke all restless energy, Kuwabara solid and ready, Kurama’s calm a thin veneer over sharp focus, Koenma small and steadfast. The air prickles with the hostility of watching demons, their stares like physical weight. Then Botan glides in, trailed by Yukina, Keiko, and Shizuru, a brief, gentle disruption in the charged atmosphere. I scan the shifting crowd, my own patience fraying. *Has anyone seen you?* The question cuts through the tension. *She’s never late like this.* Kuwabara nods sharply. *She’s pushing it.* Hiei’s voice is a cold blade. *Replace her. We don’t wait.* Kurama turns, his tone deceptively mild. *Koenma, are you certain she agreed to fight?* T…