The dimensional fabric of the Spirit World had always been a bit thin, but nobody expected a teenage detective, a legendary blacksmith’s heir, and a king in hiding to collide in the middle of a shifting forest. Leaf, clutching the Belt of Deltora, adjusted his cloak. He was used to riddles and shadows, but the two strangers standing before him were unlike anything he’d seen in the Seven Tribes. "Look, spikey-hair," Yusuke Urameshi said, shoving his hands into his green uniform pockets and glancing at Haru Glory. "I don't care if your sword is made of 'Ten Powers' or whatever. I’m just trying to figure out how I got pulled out of Genkai’s temple and into this overgrown garden." Haru, resting the massive, wrapped form of the Decaforce Sword on his shoulder, gave a characteristic, determined