Manga AI

Classroom Setting Manga

Aiko spends her days working between two jobs, one of them a small bakery filled with the scent of warmth and routine. It’s there that she meets Kaito—a quiet boy who becomes a regular customer, always ordering the same thing, always lingering just a little longer than necessary. What Aiko doesn’t realize is that, somewhere between shared smiles and late-afternoon conversations, Kaito has fallen in love with her.
Aiko’s heart, however, remains tied to Ren, her childhood friend. Even as Ren grows distant and emotionally unavailable, she continues to chase the comfort of what they once were, unaware of how much she is losing by holding on.
Mina watches from the sidelines, as she corrupts Ren’s mind even more only loving him for his money isolating him from all his friends and making him hurt aiko.
Kaito stays silent, offering kindness without expectation, choosing patience over confession. He listens when Aiko talks about Ren. He smiles even when her pain has nothing to do with him. And each day, as he leaves the bakery, he carries his unreturned love with him.
Four hearts move in the wrong directions, bound by timing, silence, and fear. In a world where everyone is loving someone who cannot love them back, happiness feels impossibly far away.
A bittersweet manga about quiet devotion, missed chances, and the kind of love that exists even when it is never chosen.

inside a house around the years of Christianity where he died and was depressed for not having received his power from God, and became the failure of the family, everyone was disappointed by him but not his sister Gika who however did not tell him and kept it to herself

[Manga Page 1 Prompt: The 3rd Rhythm - Flashback Intro]
Create a high-quality full-color manga page, Page 1. The page should be divided into 3 distinct panels with a clear narrative flow.

Overall Tone & Style: Gritty Seinen Manga, Urban Grunge aesthetic. Detailed line art, vibrant but slightly desaturated colors, sharp focus on character expressions and internal monologue.

Panel 1 (Top - Medium Shot):

Content: The protagonist (Ryo - 182cm, muscular build, stoic face) is sitting on his stock Honda Wave 110i motorcycle with a Line Man delivery bag, stopped at a city red light. He's wearing his black baggy oversized sweater, light blue baggy jeans, and a retro half-shell helmet (no visor), showing his messy hair and silver ear piercings.

Action/Expression: He looks straight ahead, calm and expressionless. The background shows blurred city traffic.

Dialogue/Text: None from the protagonist.

Panel 2 (Middle - Wide Shot, slightly above the protagonist's eye level):

Content: Shifts focus slightly to the sidewalk beside the protagonist's motorcycle. A small, innocent boy excitedly points at a passing military truck (or a prominent military poster), looking up at his mother with bright, hopeful eyes.

Dialogue/Text (Speech Bubble from boy): "Mom! I want to be a soldier when I grow up!"

Mood: Hopeful, innocent, a stark contrast to the protagonist's inner world.

Panel 3 (Bottom - Composite Panel, showing a split flashback):

Content: This panel depicts a dual flashback, a direct visual response to the boy's dream. The left side of the panel shows a dark, gritty flashback of the protagonist (younger, more intense) fiercely punching a heavy sandbag in a dimly lit boxing gym. Sweat is flying. The right side shows him wildly playing drums on a dimly lit, smoky stage, hair flailing, with extreme intensity, a drumstick possibly breaking.

Mood: Intense, raw, powerful, and slightly melancholic or regretful. The colors in this flashback should be darker, more muted, with strong contrast, emphasizing the lost passion or intensity compared to his current quiet life.

Dialogue/Text (Thought Bubble from protagonist): "A dream, huh..." (The text should appear slightly faded, emphasizing it's an internal thought).

medium shot, the young man sitting on the edge of the bed, head lowered, exhausted expression, messy hair falling over eyes, quiet atmosphere, soft shading, calm contrast after chaos, bedroom background blurred

🖤 PLANCHE 2 — Lire pour survivre

Style : manga noir et blanc
Ambiance : sombre, froide, mais avec une petite respiration
Nombre de cases : 6

🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN MOYEN

Description visuelle :
Même rue que la planche 1.
Aris enfant marche seul, tête baissée.
Des affiches sont collées sur les murs (avis, annonces, lois).

Ambiance :
Indifférence totale.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (mur)

Description visuelle :
Affiche à moitié déchirée.
Du texte visible, pas entièrement lisible.
On comprend qu’il y a des mots.

Ambiance :
Le monde écrit, mais inaccessible.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (Aris)

Description visuelle :
Aris enfant arrêté devant le mur.
Il regarde l’affiche.
Son regard est concentré, sérieux.

Ambiance :
Curiosité, attention.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (mains)

Description visuelle :
Aris décolle soigneusement un morceau de l’affiche.
Ses doigts sont sales, mais délicats.

Ambiance :
Précaution, respect.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN

Description visuelle :
Aris assis dans une ruelle, dos au mur.
Il tient le papier.
Ses lèvres bougent légèrement.

Ambiance :
Concentration silencieuse.

Texte (très petit, discret) :
Des fragments de mots lisibles sur le papier
(ex : “marché”, “pain”, “rue”, “interdit”).

🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE

Description visuelle :
Aris appuyé contre le mur, lisant.
Autour de lui, la rue est sombre.
Son visage est un peu moins fermé que sur la planche 1.

Ambiance :
Calme. Refuge intérieur.

Texte :
Aucun.

🎯 INTENTION (pour MangaAI)

La lecture = seule échappatoire

Pas de sourire exagéré

Pas de lumière magique

Juste un peu moins d’ombre sur le visage d’Aris

Le monde reste dur, lui trouve un refuge

Miu has two-tone long hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair.

Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh.
Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints Miu.even though Miu protests
They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,ehhh." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls her away. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.

Miu has two-tone long hair, one side white and the other black. Hange has brown hair in a ponytail and Hange have glass. Eren has short brown hair and Levi has short black hair.

Miu and Hange are walking down the hall and talking. They hear a commotion coming from Eren's room and decide to paint him. They open his door. They sit on Eren's bed and paint Eren's face. Miu and Hange laugh.
Hange suddenly sees Eren waking up and decides to paint himself too. Miu stares at Hange nervously.Because Hange Betrayed Miu When Eren wakes up, he looks surprised. Hange points at Miu and Eren catches Miu and Hange paints Miu.even though Miu protests
They laugh so hard that Levi bursts into the room with his typical angry expression and starts muttering something. Miu looks at Levi nervously and tries to smile. And say nervously ,,ehhh." Levi looks away and starts laughing in room. Then he grabs Miu's hand and pulls Levis room. When they are alone, Miu watches him nervously. And Levi laughs at her.

**Title: “The Bomb That Wouldn’t Explode (Probably)”**

**Genre:** Comedy • Suspense • Manga
**Setting:** A quiet Japanese high school… that suddenly isn’t.

---

### **PAGE 1**

**Panel 1:**
Wide shot of a peaceful school courtyard. Students chatting. Birds chirping.
**Caption:** *Another perfectly normal day…*

**Panel 2:**
Close-up: A suspicious black box under a bench. Red blinking light.
**SFX:** *beep… beep… beep…*

**Panel 3:**
Enter **TAKESHI** (overdramatic, self-proclaimed genius) pointing dramatically.
**Takeshi:** “THAT… is a bomb.”

**Panel 4:**
**MIKA** (deadpan, unimpressed):
“Or someone’s lunchbox with commitment issues.”

---

### **PAGE 2**

**Panel 1:**
Crowd gathers. Everyone panicking… except Mika, who is eating snacks.
**Random Student:** “WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!”

**Panel 2:**
Takeshi dramatically pulls out a notebook labeled: *“Bomb Defusal Guide (Downloaded Last Night)”*
**Takeshi:** “Don’t worry. I’ve trained for this.”

**Panel 3:**
Close-up of the notebook: it’s clearly a badly printed online article with ads.
**Mika:** “You clicked ‘Skip Ad,’ didn’t you?”

---

### **PAGE 3**

**Panel 1:**
The bomb: digital timer reads **00:10:00**
**SFX:** *beep… beep…*

**Panel 2:**
Takeshi sweating intensely.
**Takeshi:** “Okay… step one: identify the wires.”

**Panel 3:**
Opens the box. Inside: CHAOS.
Dozens of wires. Glitter. A rubber duck. Somehow spaghetti.

**Panel 4:**
**Takeshi:** “WHY IS THERE PASTA?!”

**Mika (chewing):** “Italian engineering.”

---

### **PAGE 4**

**Panel 1:**
Timer: **00:07:12**

**Panel 2:**
Enter **KAZUO** (class clown).
**Kazuo:** “Hey guys, what’s going on—OH COOL, A BOMB.”

**Panel 3:**
He casually pokes it.

**Takeshi & Mika (together):** “DON’T TOUCH IT!!”

---

### **PAGE 5**

**Panel 1:**
Timer suddenly speeds up: **00:05:00 → 00:04:59 → 00:04:58**
**SFX:** *BEEP BEEP BEEP*

**Panel 2:**
Everyone screaming.

**Panel 3:**
Mika still calm.
**Mika:** “Statistically, most bombs explode.”

**Takeshi:** “THAT DOESN’T HELP!”

---

### **PAGE 6**

**Panel 1:**
Takeshi holds two wires: red and blue. Classic dilemma.

**Takeshi:** “It’s always red or blue…”

**Panel 2:**
Mika points at a THIRD wire: neon green with sparkles.
**Mika:** “What about that one?”

**Panel 3:**
Takeshi stares.
**Takeshi:** “…That feels illegal.”

---

### **PAGE 7**

**Panel 1:**
Timer: **00:02:30**

**Panel 2:**
Kazuo finds a note taped inside the box.
**Kazuo:** “Hey there’s instructions!”

**Panel 3:**
Close-up note:
*“To defuse, solve this riddle:
What has hands but cannot clap?”*

**Panel 4:**
Everyone freezes.

---

### **PAGE 8**

**Panel 1:**
**Takeshi:** “A… person without rhythm?”

**Panel 2:**
**Mika:** “A clock.”

**Panel 3:**
Timer suddenly pauses.
**SFX:** *beeeeeep…*

**Panel 4:**
Everyone relieved.

---

### **PAGE 9 (TWIST)**

**Panel 1:**
The box opens… revealing… a SECOND TIMER.
**Timer:** **00:01:00**

**Panel 2:**
**Takeshi:** “WHY IS THERE A PHASE TWO?!”

**Panel 3:**
Another note:
*“Just kidding. Cut any wire.”*

**Panel 4:**
All three stare at each other.

---

### **PAGE 10 (FINAL SUSPENSE)**

**Panel 1:**
Takeshi grabs a random wire.

**Panel 2:**
Mika casually:
“Wait. What if it’s a prank?”

**Panel 3:**
Kazuo:
“…What if it’s not?”

**Panel 4:**
Close-up: Takeshi’s trembling hand.

**Panel 5:**
Timer: **00:00:03**

**Panel 6:**
SNIP.

---

### **FINAL PANEL**

Huge explosion cloud…

Then smoke clears.

Inside: confetti, balloons, and a banner:

**“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAKESHI!”**

---

**Epilogue Panel:**
Takeshi, covered in confetti, furious.

**Mika (smiling slightly):**
“…So, genius. You passed.”

**Kazuo:**
“Also, we still don’t know what the spaghetti was for.”

**SFX (last beep from inside box):**
*beep…*

**Takeshi:**
“…Why is it still beeping?”

---

**END…?**

CLIMATE X INDIGENOUS VOICES
MAGAZINE EDITION – 2025 HIGHLIGHTS
OPENING NOTE

2025 has been a defining year for Climate X Indigenous Voices — a year of deep listening, bold experimentation, and continent-wide action against climate disinformation. From grassroots fieldwork to global information integrity frameworks, this project has cemented itself as one of Africa’s leading voices on climate truth, Indigenous knowledge, and digital resilience.
This edition captures the milestones, stories, and sparks that shaped our journey.

CLIMATE X INDIGENOUS VOICES
MAGAZINE EDITION – 2025 HIGHLIGHTS
OPENING NOTE

2025 has been a defining year for Climate X Indigenous Voices — a year of deep listening, bold experimentation, and continent-wide action against climate disinformation. From grassroots fieldwork to global information integrity frameworks, this project has cemented itself as one of Africa’s leading voices on climate truth, Indigenous knowledge, and digital resilience.
This edition captures the milestones, stories, and sparks that shaped our journey.

FEATURE I — Foundations of a Movement
Project Foundations & Ethical Community Partnerships

Our year began where all great stories do — on the ground. Core teams were formed across Zimbabwe, Uganda, Kenya and regional media hubs, with contracts, TORs, and workflow structures firmly established.
Early engagement with Indigenous partners — including the Tjwa community and others — ensured ethical collaboration, transparent consent, and storytelling shaped with communities, not about them.

FEATURE II — Investigating the Climate Lie Machine
Grassroots Disinformation Research

In Matabeleland North, our field teams completed a landmark study with the Tjwa community. The research reveals how climate disinformation impacts resource access, daily decision-making, and community adaptation.
These findings now anchor our content pipeline — from animations to community exhibitions — and the full report will be released on our public document-sharing platform.

Africa Climate Disinformation Toolkit

The continent’s first integrated guide to climate misinformation has been finalised. Led by an information integrity expert, the toolkit documents:

Recurring myths

Localised misinformation patterns

Platform-driven manipulation

Emerging online climate narratives

Launching this December via webinar, the Toolkit already informs youth trainings and content strategy. It will be publicly accessible for download and reading.

FEATURE III — Art as Resistance
Art-Driven Dissemination Strategy

From murals to exhibitions, 2025 strengthened the role of art in climate truth-telling. Community artists partnered with us to transform research into accessible, culturally rooted visual storytelling.
A centerpiece was the exhibition inspired by The Last Forest documentary, showcased at the Green Cities Expo in September.

FEATURE IV — Nurturing the Next Generation of Climate Truth Creators
Green Media Accelerator: Fake News Fighters Track

In Nairobi, the Green Media Accelerator launched a dedicated track for Fake News Fighters (FNF) — now one of Africa’s leading climate information integrity models.
Through mentorship, fact-checking skills, and seed funding, FNF empowered young media innovators to produce verified, creative responses to climate lies.

INFORMATION INTEGRITY HIGHLIGHTS
Positioning Africa in the Global Info Integrity Landscape

2025 saw FNF align with the UNESCO Declaration for Information Integrity in the Public Sphere, marking a milestone for African-driven climate truth models.
In 2026, FNF will contribute directly to shaping the world’s first Climate Information Integrity Framework, anchoring African solutions in global policy spaces.

Fake News Fighters Bootcamps – Kenya & Uganda

Using UKWELI as the core tool, two bootcamps trained 30 young creators to:

Fact-check climate misinformation

Detect platform manipulations

Produce counter-narratives

Map the real-world impacts of false climate stories

These creators now feed into a continent-wide content pipeline.

FEATURE V — Content, Storytelling & Digital Resistance
Voices Rooted Podcast

Production of the first episodes began this month. Key recordings include:

Dr. Albert K. Barume, UN Special Rapporteur on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples

Indigenous leaders and frontline climate defenders

The podcast positions Indigenous wisdom at the centre of Africa’s climate discourse.

Hope Not Heat! — Log Off The Lies Digital Campaign

Bold. Satirical. Youth-driven.
Log Off The Lies has become our strongest weapon against climate misinformation.

Highlights:

Infomercial launched in October — 2 million views

Hero content released last week — 1.8 million views

Youth social storm platform launched — 100+ engagements and counting

Humour + fact-checking = sharper climate awareness among youth audiences

This campaign now shapes the continent’s conversation on online climate manipulation.

Influencer Travel Vlogs

Travel and contracting with leading African vloggers is underway. Their content — spotlighting Indigenous adaptation stories — will be released early next year for wider impact.

Documentary Production

In Zimbabwe:
Filming completed in August.
Trailer for The Last Forest reached 2.5 million views.
Festival submissions are being prepared for 2026.

In Uganda:
Filming has begun, expanding the documentary footprint across the region.

A major national event is planned to engage policy makers on Indigenous Peoples' Rights, Conservation, FPIC and Extractive Industries.

FEATURE VI — Youth Creativity & Climate Knowledge
Climate Fake News Smackdown

This creative competition invited youth to challenge climate myths.
Three winners — one each from Zimbabwe, Kenya and Uganda — are now producing myth-busting content for release this month.

Climate Facts Animations

Three animated explainers are in production:

Episode 1 releases on 10 December

Episode 2 is complete

Episode 3 follows early next year

These animations demystify climate disinformation for youth audiences.

FEATURE VII — Growing a Continental Network
Africa Climate Labs Network

Content hubs across East and Southern Africa are collaborating to build an Africa-wide front against climate disinformation.
2026 will deepen:

Joint content planning

Regular reporting

Skill exchanges

Coordinated distribution strategies

Mid-term M&E is tracking reach, narrative shifts, and behaviour change across communities.

SPECIAL RECOGNITION
Fake News Fighters Wins Amnesty International Zimbabwe Award

FNF received the Digital Creativity Award, affirming that information integrity is fundamental to climate justice.
Without reliable information, communities cannot defend their rights, advocate for policy change, or hold powerful actors accountable.

LOOKING AHEAD — 2026 AND BEYOND

Next year, Climate X Indigenous Voices pivots from standalone outputs to continent-wide narrative influence.

Key Priorities for 2026

Expanding UKWELI’s integration into broader African dialogues on climate truth and Indigenous resilience

Strengthening the Fake News Fighters track for Zimbabwean and Tanzanian innovators

Documentary production in Kenya and Tanzania

A refreshed, more dynamic phase of the Hope Not Heat! campaign

Strategic release of delayed content to maximise engagement

2026 will be the year the project scales from impactful storytelling to movement-level influence.

Fat Nobleman Michael Fortinbras buys the debt of House Veroman. Thus marriage occurs between their oldest daughter Amy and Michael, against Amy's will in exchange for the debt to be cancelled. Lord Michael kisses the bride.

THE SEVEN: AWAKENING OF THE LOST GENDER
Scene 1: The World of Silence (Year 2126)
Duniya poori tarah badal chuki hai. Ek mahavinash (catastrophe) ne 100 saal pehle saare mardon ko khatam kar diya tha. Ab dharti par sirf auraton ka raaj hai, jinhone nature aur advanced technology ko milakar ek naya samaj banaya hai. Mardon ka zikr ab sirf purani kitabon aur dhuandhli kisse-kahaniyon mein bacha hai. Shehar se door "Khabdar" naam ke ek prohibited zone mein, Dr. Raghavan (South Indian Genius) ki banayi hui ek underground lab sadiyon se dabi hui hai.

seorang perempuan bernama olin yang mengalami transmigrasi ke dunia komik,memasuki karakter dicky yang ternyata adalah perempuan yang menyembunyikan gender nya kerana suatu hal,dicky memiliki intrik yang ambigu dengan kedua saudara kembar daffa dan darren.saat pesta dansa dicky ingin istirahat dan berjalan keruang istirahat kerajaan,namun dia salah memasuki ruangan.dicky mengunci pintu ruangan dan melepas cicin transformasinya yang membuatnya berubah menjadi wujud perempuan yaitu lyn.namun saat dia sedang istirahat memejamkan mata di sofa, dia tidak mendari keberadaan darren dan daffa yang sedang berada di sudut ruangan tidak sengaja melihat semua hal itu

The walk up to the main house was short, a gravel path lined with solar lights that flickered weakly in the twilight. Steel’s property was an oasis of rural quiet, a stark contrast to the neon anxiety of the Starlight Motel. As they approached the house, the golden glow of the kitchen windows spilled out onto the porch. They wiped their boots on the mat; a ritual Steel performed with a surprising delicacy and entered. The kitchen was warm, smelling of rosemary, roasted beef, and yeast rolls. Stephanie was at the stove, stirring gray with the focus of a chemist. “He’s here,” Steel announced, Hanging his keys on a hook. Stephanie turned, wiping her hands on her white apron with a giant red A on it. “About time, Wash up Alex. Use the good soap, not that grease cutter stuff Gerald keeps by the sink.” It was then that Alex noticed they weren’t alone. Sitting at the round oak table, nursing a glass of iced tea, was a young woman. She looked up as he entered, and Alex felt his boots root to the floor. She was petite, perhaps a few inches shorter than him, with long, chestnut hair that fell in loose waves over shoulders. She wore oversized tortoise shell glasses that magnified eyes, the color of polished sapphire.
She was wearing scrubs- navy blue with a stethoscope still draped casually around her neck like a scarf. “Alex,” Stephanie said, gesturing with a gravy ladle. “This is Devon. She works with me at the hospital. Devon, this is the stray Gerald brought home.” Alex could feel the heat creeping up his neck as he mumbled. “I’m not a stay, I’m an employee.” Devon smiled, and it changed her whole face, softening the intelligence in her eyes into something warmer. “Nice to meet you, Alex the Employee. Steph say’s you’re the one who saved your boss from a falling plate?”

creer moi une fille aux cheveux rouge

A young boy with blue hair and two eyes, one coloured blue and the other gold, is awoken by his younger sister in her middle school uniform. He wakes up groggy, all messed up, and his long hair covering his face. his foot is shown stepping unto his unkempt room foor

Alarm çalmadan birkaç saniye önce uyandı.
Alışkanlık. Derinlikçiler geç kalmayı göze alamazdı.

Tavanın köşesindeki nem lekesine baktı bir süre. Isıtma sistemi gece yine kısılmıştı. Krizden sonra çoğu şey “optimize” edilmişti. Elektrik, su, nefes.

Telefon ekranında haber başlığı akıyordu:

“Ekonomik toparlanma dördüncü çeyrekte hızlandı.”
“Derinlik Enerjisi üretimi %3 arttı.”

Rakamlar her zaman yukarı gidiyordu. İnsanlar değil.

Ryouhei Morita yataktan kalktı. Tek odalı devlet lojmanında, duvarın yanında katlanır masası, metal dolabı ve askıdaki gri üniforması vardı. Üniformanın sol omzunda mavi bir arma:
Derinlik Hizmeti — Ulusal Enerji Güvencesi

Kahvesini içti. Tadı zayıftı. Kahve çekirdekleri hâlâ ithal lüks sayılıyordu.

Pencereden dışarı baktığında şehri görüyordu. Tokyo krizden sonra sessizleşmişti ama karanlık değildi. Sokak lambaları hâlâ yanıyordu. Metro hattı çalışıyordu. Vitrinler ışıklıydı.

Işık.
Işık için iniyorlardı.

Style:
Colored, mature realistic manga.
Night atmosphere. Intimate, cinematic lighting.

Panel 1

Still inside the white Kia Sorento.
Quiet moment. Engine off. Night outside.

Dialogue (him):

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

⸻

Panel 2 (Close-up on you)

Soft smile. Warm lighting.

⸻

Panel 3

You answer yes (subtle nod or smile).

⸻

Panel 4 (Exterior night shot)

White Kia Sorento from outside.
Silhouettes inside.
Streetlight glow.

Caption:

That’s when it became real.

Style:
Colored, mature realistic manga.
Soft cinematic lighting. Warm indoor tones.

Mood:
Intimate, calm, slow tension. No exaggeration.

⸻

Panel 1 (Top – wide shot)

Bus arriving in Utena.
Cold outdoor tones (blue/grey).
She stepping off the bus with a small bag.

Caption:

This time, I went to him.

⸻

Panel 2

Inside his apartment.
Warm lighting (soft yellow/orange).
Table with sushi boxes.
They are sitting across from each other, relaxed.

Caption:

We had sushi at his place.

⸻

Panel 3

Living room.
Dim lighting. Evening mood.
She lying slightly on the couch.
He sitting close beside her.

No text.

⸻

Panel 4 (Close-up, emotional focus)

Faces very close.
Warm shadows. Soft skin tones.
Almost a kiss — tension visible.

Small caption (choose one):

Option A:

He was very close.

Option B (more cinematic):

Just a breath away.
.

The protagonist Miyo is sitting on the edge of her bed. She is a beautiful girl with dark skin, short hair, and a soft, plump figure. Her head is down. She’s staring at her hands. They already feel tired.

A young woman born into an aristocratic family is gently talking with a humble farm worker. Despite the clear difference in their social status, she feels drawn to his sincerity and quiet strength. As they speak, warm sunlight falls over a vast field of blooming sunflowers, swaying softly in the summer breeze. Their conversation is calm and intimate, filled with unspoken feelings, as if the world around them has faded away, leaving only the two of them in that golden moment.

Panel 1 (Wide panel – city rooftop, night)

A quiet city under a dark sky. A teenage boy stands on a rooftop, hands in his pockets, wind blowing his jacket.

Text (narration):
Every night… the city stops breathing for five minutes.

Panel 2 (Close-up – boy’s face)

His eyes are tired but alert. A digital watch glows.

Watch: 4:55 AM
Boy (thinking): It’s almost time.

Panel 3 (Street below – eerie silence)

Cars frozen mid-road. A bird suspended in the air. Everything is still.

Sound effect: ……

Panel 4 (Medium panel – behind the boy)

A girl suddenly appears behind him, holding an umbrella despite no rain.

Girl:
“You see it too, don’t you?”

Panel 5 (Close-up – boy startled)

He turns sharply, eyes wide.

Boy:
“You’re not frozen…”

Panel 6 (Half-page style dramatic panel)

The sky begins to glow faintly. Time feels tense.

Girl (smiling slightly):
“Neither are you. That’s why the city chose us.”

Watch: 4:59 AM

Panel 7 (Final panel – sunrise)

Light floods the city. Everything moves again. The rooftop is empty.

Text (narration):
Tomorrow… I’ll wait again.

Small text at bottom:
To be continued.

Morning light crept through the curtains and brushed across my face.

I groaned softly and rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling. My room was quiet except for the faint hum of my computer.

“…Huh?”

I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed, my hair messy from sleep. Something felt different. My mind slowly began to wake up.

“What even happened yesterday…?”

I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees, trying to piece things together.

Then it hit me.

The restaurant.
The conversation.
Her.

I could still remember the way the evening felt — calm, easy… surprisingly nice.

“Being with her was actually… really nice.”

I scratched the back of my head, staring at the floor.

Then my eyes widened slightly.

“Wait…”

I froze.

“I never got her number.”

A quiet sigh escaped me as I leaned back on the bed.

“Well… that’s just great.”

The rest of the day passed slowly.

Before long I found myself sitting at my desk, controller in hand, playing games like usual. The glow of the monitor lit up the room while the hours quietly slipped by.

Match after match.
Win, lose, repeat.

Eventually I got hungry.

I wandered into the kitchen, grabbing something quick to eat before heading back to my room.

Later in the afternoon I went out to the gym, lifting weights and trying to clear my mind. Music played in my headphones while the rhythm of reps and sets helped pass the time.

Still… every now and then my thoughts drifted back to yesterday.

Her smile.
Her voice.

It was strange.

We had only just met… but the memory kept replaying in my head.

After the gym I headed home again, tossing my bag onto the floor of my room and collapsing into my chair.

“Man…”

I stretched my arms.

“What are the chances I ever see her again?”
Memories of her pop up.

Right as I picked up my phone—

Buzz.

A notification lit up the screen.

I frowned slightly and picked it up.

Then my eyes widened.

It was a message.

And somehow…

It was from her.

My heart skipped.

“…Wait.”

I stared at the screen again to make sure I wasn’t imagining it.

A slow smile spread across my face.

“…I guess I am seeing her again."

"Manga page, black and white ink style. Naoto and Nagatoro are on their first date. Naoto is looking confident and holding Nagatoro's hand. Nagatoro is blushing intensely with a 'tomato face', looking extremely embarrassed but happy. High contrast, screen tones, school setting or city background, Nanashi art style."

## Título do Conto: "O Primeiro Passo (Sem Recuar)"## Quadro 1: A Espera

* Cena: Naoto (Senpai) está parado sob um relógio de estação de trem. Ele está sem os óculos (usando lentes) ou com óculos novos, vestindo uma jaqueta jeans sobre uma camiseta branca. Ele olha o celular ansiosamente.
* Dica para IA: Manga style, wide shot, Senpai from Nagatoro-san, casual clothes, waiting at a train station, nervous expression, cherry blossom petals in the air, 2D black and white ink.

## Quadro 2: A Chegada "Noodle Arms"

* Cena: Nagatoro aparece por trás dele. Ela está com um look "girly" (saia plissada e blusa de ombro caído). Ela faz aquela pose clássica com os braços moles (noodle arms) e uma expressão de deboche, apontando para ele.
* Diálogo: "Paaa-re-ce que o Senpai nojento resolveu se esforçar hoje! Que assustador!"
* Dica para IA: Nagatoro-san, tan skin, noodle arms pose, teasing smile, cute casual outfit, manga screen tones, expressive background.

## Quadro 3: A Reação Inesperada

* Cena: Close-up no rosto do Naoto. Em vez de gaguejar e olhar para o chão, ele olha diretamente nos olhos dela, com um sorriso leve e determinado.
* Diálogo: "Eu queria estar bonito para o nosso primeiro encontro, Hayase." (Uso do nome próprio para causar impacto).
* Dica para IA: Close-up, Naoto Hachiouji, confident smile, blushing slightly, intense gaze, manga aesthetic, focus on eyes.

## Quadro 4: O Choque do "Tomate"

* Cena: Nagatoro "quebra". A provocação some instantaneamente. Ela fica completamente vermelha, com fumaça saindo da cabeça, cobrindo a boca com a mão e desviando o olhar.
* Onomatopeia: SHYAAA! (Som de rubor intenso)
* Dica para IA: Nagatoro-san, extreme blushing, embarrassed expression, hands covering face, steam coming from head, manga comedy style.

## Quadro 5: O Elo (O Momento do Storyboard)

* Cena: Plano detalhe (close-up) das mãos. Naoto estende a mão e a Nagatoro, ainda trêmula e olhando para o lado, entrelaça os dedos nos dele. É um aperto de mão firme, não um toque acidental.
* Dica para IA: Close-up on hands, boy and girl holding hands tightly, interlaced fingers, manga line art, emotional atmosphere, focus on the grip.

## Quadro 6: Caminhando Juntos

* Cena: Visão de costas dos dois caminhando em direção ao centro da cidade/parque. Nagatoro está com a cabeça levemente encostada no ombro dele, e ele está com uma postura ereta e orgulhosa.
* Pensamento do Naoto (balão de pensamento): "O arco da provocação acabou... agora começa o nosso."
* Dica para IA: Rear view, couple walking away, holding hands, urban manga background, sunset lighting, cinematic manga panel.

등장인물은 민수(성인,인기 bj다현의 거액후원자,3년간 다현에게 거액의 별풍선을 결제),영준(성인,다현의 남사친,다현과 섹스하는 사이다.),다현(성인,영준에게 푹 빠져있고 민수를 배려하지만 남자로 안본다.) 1컷:다현이 영준앞에서 엉덩이를 흔든다.
2컷:다현이 영준앞에서 방귀를 뀐다 이모든장면에 민수는 출현하지않는다

A busy Roman street market scene focused on currency. In the foreground, a 'argentarius' (Roman banker) sits behind a solid wooden table covered in different types of shiny Roman coins: gold aurei, silver denarii, and bronze sestertii. He is using an abacus. A customer is exchanging money. Beside them, a small bakery (pistor) sells loaves of bread. Textures of worn wood and metal. Art style: Franco-Belgian historical comic style, clear lines.

Character Style Guide (Manga – “The Last Message”)

Direct specifications for consistent visual design.

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1) Main Girl (17)

Build: Slim, average height
Face Shape: Soft oval
Eyes: Large, expressive, slightly downturned outer corners
Eye Color: Warm brown
Hair: Long, straight, dark brown; soft layers; moves noticeably in wind
Bangs: Light, slightly parted in the middle
Skin Tone: Light olive

Signature Details:
• Small beauty mark under left eye
• Star-shaped silver keychain always visible (attached to phone or bag)

Clothing Style:
• Oversized cream sweater
• Black pleated skirt
• Knee-high socks
• Simple white sneakers

Expression Style:
• Emotional range visible in eyes first
• Tears drawn glossy and reflective
• When nervous: fingers grip sleeves

Art Direction Tags:
Shoujo-inspired, soft linework, detailed eyes, subtle blush shading, cinematic lighting.

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2) Main Boy (17)

Build: Lean, slightly taller than girl
Face Shape: Defined jaw but still youthful
Eyes: Calm, slightly narrow
Eye Color: Dark gray

Hair:
• Messy black hair
• Slight volume at top
• Falls naturally over forehead

Skin Tone: Light tan

Signature Details:
• Small bandage on right cheek (adds personality)
• Relaxed half-smile

Clothing Style:
• Black hoodie
• Gray cargo pants
• Simple sneakers

Expression Style:
• Smiles subtly, not exaggerated
• Eyes soften when looking at her

Art Direction Tags:
Clean linework, light shadow under chin, soft glow in night scenes.

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3) Overall Manga Aesthetic

Line Style: Thin but confident lines
Shading: Minimal screentones, focus on lighting contrast
Mood Lighting:
• Warm orange during flashbacks
• Deep blue and purple for rooftop night
• Strong white glow for fireworks scene

Background Detail:
Moderate detail; sky and lighting more important than buildings

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If you want:
• More “anime modern” style
• Dark psychological tone
• Or cute chibi version

Tell me which direction and I’ll refine it precisely.

it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Her fingers traced the cold iron bars. How many nights had she spent here? How many times had she counted the bars, unable to sleep?
The space smelled like hay and rust and old wood. There were scratches in the walls—claw marks from previous performers, maybe. Or from her own restless nights.
She curled up on the mattress, tail wrapped around herself, ears flat against her skull.
"I’m a bird trapped in a cage," she whispered to the darkness.
The lantern flickered.
And then—movement outside her window.
A tall figure passed by, silhouetted against the moonlight.
Cinder sat up, ears perking.
The figure wore a long coat and a plague doctor mask—the beak curved and sharp. But strangest of all, faint stars seemed to glow across the mask’s surface, like constellations trapped in porcelain.
Her heart skipped.
Who—?
The figure moved silently through the sleeping circus, heading toward the edge of the grounds.
For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than despair.
Curiosity.

a short story about ai who diss people openly, but seemingly no one notices. it's for a free manga trial. make it ungodly funny, please

This is a wild, satirical concept—very Jujutsu Kaisen meets true crime commentary. Here is the English translation, keeping the dramatic, "shonen-style" flair intact.
Comic Title: "Domain Expansion: Paradise Lost vs. Party Purgatory"
The Concept: The Battle of Infernal Domains
In an interdimensional plane of existence where "cursed energy" generated by vice and infamy takes physical form, the greatest transgressors do not fight with fists, but with the expansion of their psychic "Domains." Here, Jeffrey Epstein and Diddy clash to determine who is the true "Master of Modern Darkness," each projecting his own twisted vision of power and corruption.
The Plot
Act I: The Summoning of Domains
The story opens in a "Non-Place"—a floating arena amidst clouds made of broken TV screens and burnt banknotes. Jeffrey Epstein, possessing a cold and calculating aura, his snow-white hair reflecting moonlight even in the day, smiles sardonically. He has just activated his Domain Expansion: "The Temple of Secrets."
The environment transforms: the Non-Place vanishes, replaced by a spectral, lush version of his private island (Little Saint James). Skeletal palm trees stand against a violet twilight sky. A colonial villa, elegantly sinister, rises at the center. The air is thick with recorded whispers, the echo of contracts, and the distant thrum of a landing helicopter. On the island, instead of sand, there are fragments of shredded legal documents.
The "Sure-Hit" advantage of Epstein’s domain is that anyone who enters is immediately ensnared in a web of legal debt, non-disclosure agreements (NDAs), and implicit blackmail, manifesting as invisible, suffocating chains.
On the other side, Diddy—with an expression of brazen arrogance, wearing a fur coat that sparkles with strobe lights and sunglasses reflecting a million paparazzi—does not hesitate. With a defiant cry, he activates his Domain Expansion: "The Endless Party."
Epstein’s domain is torn asunder by an explosion of neon lights and deafening sound. The island partially fades, giving way to a futuristic, chaotic, and bottomless nightclub. Champagne bottles explode into clouds of sticky foam. Virtual dancers with distorted celebrity faces perform in loops. The air is saturated with the smell of sweat, expensive perfume, and a faint scent of "baby oil" that is anything but innocent.
The "Sure-Hit" advantage of Diddy’s domain is that anyone who enters is forced to dance incessantly, suffering a sensory bombardment that renders them unable to think clearly, while being slowly "anointed" and weakened by a shimmering oil that leaves them vulnerable to manipulation.
Act II: The Clash of Cursed Powers
The two "masters" face off at the intersection of their domains.
* Epstein manipulates his island: the trees transform into legal tentacles attempting to seize Diddy; the ocean waves are made of "dirty money" trying to drown him; and the villa’s screens project compromising videos intended to paralyze his reputation. His attacks are based on "Secret Information" which, when they land, reveal the opponent's weaknesses and past crimes.
* Diddy responds by evoking the "Eternal Celebration": subwoofers launch soundwaves that shatter the structures of Epstein’s island. Giant champagne bottles transform into explosive projectiles. The oil permeating his domain becomes a corrosive substance that dissolves Epstein’s legal documents. His attacks are based on "Distraction and Corruption," aimed at eroding the opponent's will and making them "lose control" of their facade.
During the fight, they exchange venomous barbs that, in this comedic context, sound like boasts of their own infamy:
Epstein: "You’re just a novice! I built an empire on omertà, not some block party!"
Diddy: "Old man! I reinvented the game! You were just an amateur with a checkbook! I have the charisma!"
Act III: The Collapse of Domains and the Supreme Revelation
As the two grow more enraged, their domains begin to merge into a grotesque mess: an island with built-in nightclubs, palm trees dancing to trap music, and legal contracts swirling like confetti.
At the climax of the clash, a third entity manifests. It is not a being, but a gargantuan "Eye of Public Opinion" that opens above them, surrounded by millions of smartphone screens. This eye does not judge; it simply observes, recording every single infamy.
The power of this "Eye" is so great that both domains—built on secrecy and distraction—begin to collapse. The Eye is not an attack, but a simple revelation. In that moment, Epstein and Diddy realize that the true "curse" is not their enemies, but the constant and inexorable surveillance of a world that, eventually, sees and judges everything.
The comic concludes with the two trapped in a "non-place" made of cell phone screens showing their own misdeeds. They realize their "battle for dominance" was in vain. Neither can truly win when their very existence is under the world's merciless spotlight.
Visual Style and Tone
* Tone: Black comedy, grotesque and surreal satire, with a touch of existential horror.
* Art Style: Highly detailed and dynamic, with a sharp contrast between the perverse elegance of Epstein’s domain and the gaudy excess of Diddy’s. The Domain Expansions should be visually spectacular and unsettling at the same time.
* Colors: A rich and vibrant palette with heavy light-and-shadow contrasts, turning almost psychedelic during the Domain Expansion phases.

Panel 1 (wide, top):
A car on the road.

Caption:

Distance was just a number.

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Panel 2:
Map fragment: Utena → Vilnius.

Panel 1 (Top, wide)

Bus arriving in Utena.
She stepping off with a small bag.

Caption:

This time, I went to him.

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Panel 2

At his place.
Table with sushi. Casual atmosphere.

Caption:

We had sushi at his place.

(No exaggerated romance, just normal, real.)

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Panel 3

Later. Living room.
She lying down slightly on the couch.
He sitting close.

No text.

⸻

Panel 4 (Close, intimate framing)

He leans closer.
Their faces very near.
Almost a kiss — but not yet.

Small caption:

He was very close.

OR more subtle:

Almost.

Комикс в жанре супергероики. Три супергероя — “Тип без b”, “Тип без c” и “Тип без b и c”. Каждый спасает мир своим методом решения. Герой без b умеет делить на x, герой без c умеет извлекать корень, третий герой решает мгновенно. Вставь динамичные кадры, где они показывают свои формулы как суперсилы. Цветовая гамма – зеленая, красно-синяя

it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Her fingers traced the cold iron bars. How many nights had she spent here? How many times had she counted the bars, unable to sleep?
The space smelled like hay and rust and old wood. There were scratches in the walls—claw marks from previous performers, maybe. Or from her own restless nights.
She curled up on the mattress, tail wrapped around herself, ears flat against her skull.
"I’m a bird trapped in a cage," she whispered to the darkness.
The lantern flickered.
And then—movement outside her window.
A tall figure passed by, silhouetted against the moonlight.
Cinder sat up, ears perking.
The figure wore a long coat and a plague doctor mask—the beak curved and sharp. But strangest of all, faint stars seemed to glow across the mask’s surface, like constellations trapped in porcelain.
Her heart skipped.
Who—?
The figure moved silently through the sleeping circus, heading toward the edge of the grounds.
For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than despair.
Curiosity.

it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Her fingers traced the cold iron bars. How many nights had she spent here? How many times had she counted the bars, unable to sleep?
The space smelled like hay and rust and old wood. There were scratches in the walls—claw marks from previous performers, maybe. Or from her own restless nights.
She curled up on the mattress, tail wrapped around herself, ears flat against her skull.
"I’m a bird trapped in a cage," she whispered to the darkness.
The lantern flickered.
And then—movement outside her window.
A tall figure passed by, silhouetted against the moonlight.
Cinder sat up, ears perking.
The figure wore a long coat and a plague doctor mask—the beak curved and sharp. But strangest of all, faint stars seemed to glow across the mask’s surface, like constellations trapped in porcelain.
Her heart skipped.
Who—?
The figure moved silently through the sleeping circus, heading toward the edge of the grounds.
For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than despair.
Curiosity.

Xochi, 19 and Mexican-American, gets turned into the Angel of Independence, a seminude and golden statue located in Mexico City. Xochi has dark brown short hair with a bang nearly covering her right eye and has light green eyes. Xochi is seminude and has golden wings along with a laurel wreath and a broken chain in each hand also with the original pose.

🖤 PLANCHE 6 — Les mots entrent

Même structure, même intention, juste un médium différent.

🟦 CASE 1 — CALME

Aris assis contre le mur.
Le livre ouvert devant lui.
Il lit.

Silence.

🟦 CASE 2 — PREMIÈRE ANOMALIE

Les mots quittent la page.

Pas tous.
Quelques lignes seulement.
Ils flottent, comme mal accrochés au monde.

Pas d’effet magique flashy.

🟦 CASE 3 — CONTACT

Les mots se collent à Aris :

sur les bras

sur le cou

sur le visage

sur les vêtements

Ils ne pénètrent pas encore.
Ils adhèrent.

👉 Comme une écriture qu’on ne peut plus effacer.

🟦 CASE 4 — DOULEUR

Gros plan sur le visage.

Les mots s’enfoncent :

ils disparaissent sous la peau

laissent des traces sombres

certaines lettres se déforment

Texte (petit, cassé) :
« —Gah— »

Cri humain.
Pas héroïque.

🟦 CASE 5 — LA CHUTE

Le corps lâche.

Aris glisse, s’effondre.
Les mots continuent d’entrer, même s’il ne lit plus.

Il n’a plus aucun contrôle.

🟦 CASE 6 — ÉVANOUISSEMENT

Aris inconscient.

Les mots ont disparu.
Plus rien de visible.

Le livre est toujours ouvert.

Silence.

Bagas selalu pamit dengan cara yang rapi.
Tidak pernah tergesa, tidak pernah dramatis.
Seolah pamit adalah bagian dari etika kerja—bukan perasaan.

“Duluan ya.”

Kalimat itu keluar dari mulutnya hampir setiap hari, di jam yang hampir sama.
Nada suaranya datar, senyumnya tipis, cukup untuk disebut sopan.
Ia berdiri.
Mengambil tas.
Menunggu satu detik.
Selalu satu detik.
Tidak untuk apa-apa.
Hanya jeda kecil yang tidak pernah ia sadari alasannya.

“Ya,” jawab seseorang dari balik layar komputer.

Ada yang mengangguk.
Ada yang bahkan tidak menoleh.
Bagas melangkah pergi.
Lift turun perlahan.
Pantulan wajahnya terlihat di dinding kaca—tenang, tidak terburu-buru, tidak meninggalkan apa pun di belakang.

Ia menyukai rasa ini.
Rasa pergi tanpa ditahan.

Di meja kerjanya, semuanya tertata rapi. Tidak ada barang personal yang mencolok. Tidak ada foto. Tidak ada catatan yang tertinggal.
Bagas percaya, barang yang mudah ditinggal tidak akan menyulitkan siapa pun.
Termasuk dirinya.

Stage 1: The Core Idea
Logline: (Describe the story in one single, gripping sentence.)

Example: A cowardly boy discovers a magical paintbrush that brings anything he draws to life, but only if he learns to draw with confidence.

Central Theme/Question: (What is the "heart" of the story or the question you are exploring?)

Examples: Is talent born or made? What are you willing to sacrifice for your dreams? The definition of true justice.

Stage 2: Character Conception
The Protagonist (MC):

Name:

External Goal: (What do they want that everyone can see?)

Internal Need: (What emotional growth must they undergo to be happy, though they don't know it yet?)

Fatal Flaw: (The character defect that gets in their own way.)

"The Ordinary Life": (Describe their life before the story begins.)

The Antagonist/Rival:

Name:

External Goal: (Their goal must clash directly with the protagonist’s.)

Philosophy: (Why are they right in their own eyes?)

Connection: (Why this villain for this hero?)

Stage 3: The World Building
Setting: (Time period, location, rules, and aesthetic. Urban fantasy, sci-fi cyberpunk, historical feudal?)

The Magic/Power System (if applicable):

Rules: (What is possible?)

Limitations & Cost: (What is impossible? What happens if you use too much power? Limitations make power systems interesting.)

Stage 4: Structure (The Arc)
The Inciting Incident: (The event that shatters the protagonist’s ordinary life and pulls them into the conflict.)

The Journey (Rising Action): (The challenges, new allies, and rivals they meet. They fail and learn.)

The Low Point: (The protagonist loses everything and must confront their internal need.)

The Climax: (The final showdown where the protagonist uses their newfound strength to face the ultimate challenge.)

The Resolution: (The new normalcy.)

Four Example Manga Story Ideas
Use these as inspiration, or build your own from the prompts within.

Idea #1: Supernatural Mystery / Action (Shonen-Style)
Logline: To save his sick sister, a cautious student contracts with the demon of forgotten names, gaining powers tied to the things he can remember to say.

Genre: Action, Dark Fantasy, Supernatural.

Central Theme: The value of memories and what defines an identity.

Magic System: Contract Memory. Powers are strong only when the user remembers the specific name or incantation. Forget the name, and the power vanishes.

Conflict: He must hunt other demons for artifacts that can cure his sister, but the more he hunts, the more people and history are erased from the world.

Idea #2: Psychological / Thriller (Seinen-Style)
Logline: An expert archivist finds a hidden section in the world's oldest library: the "Future Files"—detailed biographies of people that haven't been born yet.

Genre: Psychological, Thriller, Science-Fiction.

Central Theme: Determinism vs. Free Will. Can we change the future if we know it?

Conflict: The protagonist starts subtly manipulating events to prevent disasters (like a benevolent "Death Note"), only to discover that the Future Files are actively adapting and predicting his interventions, escalating the stakes.

Idea #3: Slice-of-Life / Drama (Josei/Seinen-Style)
Logline: A burnt-out urban planner moves back to her quiet coastal hometown and discovers a unique "Café of Lost Recipes," where she helps people recreate meals that connected them to loved ones they've lost.

Genre: Slice-of-Life, Comfort, Food/Cooking.

Central Theme: Grief, reconnection, and finding joy in small moments.

Conflict: Her internal battle against feeling like a "failure" for leaving the city. The conflict comes from the emotionally complex requests—like a daughter asking for the simple rice ball her abusive father once made her.

Idea #4: High-Stakes Sport / Competitive (Shonen/Shojo-Style)
Logline: A naturally talented but unmotivated pianist must partner with a classical prodigy who plays with flawless technicality but no emotion to win a national ensemble competition and keep his family’s music school from closing.

Genre: Sports (Music), Drama, Competitive.

Central Theme: Technical mastery vs. emotional expression; finding synergy with a rival.

Conflict: The duo's conflicting philosophies clash at every practice. They must learn not just how to play "together," but how to breathe and feel as one musical entity to win.

💗 Sweet High School Lovers (Manga Style)
Name: Hana Saito
A 16-year-old girl with soft, shoulder-length dark brown hair that slightly curls at the ends.
Her eyes are warm hazel, always shining when she laughs.
She wears a neat school uniform: a navy skirt, white blouse, and a red ribbon tied under the collar.
Hana is kind, a little shy, and loves reading romance novels during lunch break.
When she’s nervous, she plays with the ribbon on her uniform.
Name: Ren Takahashi
A 17-year-old boy with messy black hair that falls into his eyes.
His eyes are deep gray and usually calm, giving him a cool but gentle look.
His uniform is slightly untidy—his tie is always a bit loose and his sleeves rolled up.
Ren is quiet and protective but secretly very sweet.
He likes sketching in a small notebook during class.
🌸 Their Relationship
Hana and Ren sit next to each other in class. At first they were just classmates, but they slowly became close.
Ren often walks Hana home after school.
Hana sometimes brings homemade snacks for him.
When Hana gets embarrassed, her cheeks turn pink and Ren smiles softly.
They like sitting under the school cherry blossom tree after classes.
Even though they are shy, their small moments together—sharing notes, laughing quietly, and studying side by side—make their love feel sweet and real, just like in a slice-of-life manga. 🌸

it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Cinder practiced until her muscles screamed. New flips. Higher jumps. More fire. She pushed herself until she collapsed, panting, ears ringing.
It didn’t matter.
The crowds kept shrinking.
The other performers stopped meeting her eyes. The vendors no longer offered her treats. The strongman walked past her without a word.
She was invisible.
One night, she overheard the Ringmaster talking outside her wagon.
"The new performer arrives next week. Finally, we’ll have a real star again."
"What about Cinder?" someone asked.
"What about her? She’s done. Once the new act is settled, she’s out."
Cinder pressed her back against the wall of her wagon, heart pounding. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps.
Out. Replaceable. Done.
She looked around her "room"—if you could call it that.
A cramped wagon with iron bars on the windows. A thin mattress on the floor. A cracked mirror. The door locked from the outside every night "for her safety."
She’d never noticed before how much it looked like a cage.

A man with his hair tied back, wearing a white t-shirt with a long-sleeved black shirt underneath, black shorts, and blue sneakers is called Mizaki. After playing basketball, he returns home and uncovers a mysterious crystal that gives him power, right after that, the government calls him for he annual team vs team death fight.

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