Color Palette Manga

A weary male figure in his late 20s, messy and unkempt dark hair, prominent dark circles under sunken eyes, a gaunt face with a stubble, wearing a tattered dark trench coat over a high-collared black tactical outfit, a melancholic and detached expression. A young woman with a radiant face, sparkling eyes, a warm and gentle smile, long flowing hair, wearing a soft pastel-colored cardigan over a simple white dress, holding an umbrella in one hand and reaching out with the other, an expression of pure kindness. A man with sharp facial features and a stern gaze, wearing a classic brown trench coat, a tailored suit underneath, a fedora hat slightly tilted, holding a thick file and a lit cigarette between his fingers, looking intensely focused. A young man with a focused and reliable look, messy short hair, wearing a loose hoodie and a leather jacket, sitting behind the wheel of a sports car, glancing back over his shoulder with a knowing and serious expression. A weary man with a dark coat standing alone in a rainy city street at night, looking dejected. A young woman with a bright smile walks up to him, holding an umbrella over both of them and offering a warm blanket. He looks at her with surprise and hesitation. A tired-looking man in a dark trench coat running through a dark alleyway, looking over his shoulder. Behind him, a detective in a suit and hat is pursuing, shining a flashlight and holding up a police badge, his face determined. Two young men rushing towards a sleek car parked in a back alley. The protagonist, looking exhausted, is being helped into the passenger seat by his friend, who is dressed in a hoodie. The friend has a serious expression and is looking back to check for pursuers. Inside a simple, warm apartment. A young woman is gently tending to a small cut on the hand of the weary-looking protagonist, who is sitting at her kitchen table. He watches her work with a conflicted expression, his true identity hidden.
El auto viejo que no quería trabajar En el fondo del galpón del campo había un auto viejo, de esos que alguna vez fueron orgullosos y brillantes cuando eran nuevos, pero que ahora estaban cubiertos de un polvo tan grueso que parecía harina. Todos lo llamaban “Silencio”, el auto. Cada mañana el ogro pasaba por delante, lo miraba y decía: —Che auto… ¿hoy querés arrancar? Y el auto respondía con un ruido que parecía un abuelo: —No… ay, no… déjenme dormir… El papá escuchó eso y se largó a reír. —Parece que se queja como si fuera un sueño eterno. —Y sí —dijo la vaca—, vive acostado. Pero ese día el ogro tenía que mover unas cajas enormes. —¡Auto, por favor! ¡Un empujoncito nomás! Y el auto respondió con el esfuerzo más falso del mundo: —¡Ay, no! ¡Me duele la batería! El Sapo Aldo se acercó, lo tocó con un dedo y quedó lleno de polvo. —¡Ay, parezco un churro! —gritó, estallando de risa. —Bueno —dijo la vaca—, habrá que limpiarlo un poco antes de encenderlo. Fue entonces cuando apareció el gato, caminando con la aspiradora detrás como si fuera su mascota favorita. —¡Acá vengo a salvar el día! —dijo levantando la cola. La aspiradora venía rodando, torpe, chocando todo: boom boom boom boom. Cuando la encendieron, empezó a aspirar tan fuerte que el gato salió volando hacia atrás. —¡Me dejó el pelo como nube! —dijo con los bigotes apuntando para todos lados. El auto, molesto por el ruido, murmuró: —Ay, qué escándalo… ¡yo quería dormir! —¡Dormir nada! —dijo el ogro—. ¡A trabajar! Los sapos empezaron a empujar por atrás, la vaca ayudó con la nariz, el gato tiraba de la manija de la puerta… pero el auto ni se movía. —Está haciendo capricho —dijo la vaca. El auto, ofendido, hizo sonar la bocina. Y el Sapo Pepe se rió tan fuerte que casi se cae de espalda: —¡Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja! De repente, el pato llegó corriendo. —¿Qué hacen? —Tratamos de que el auto trabaje. —¿Probaste preguntarle qué quiere? —dijo el pato, como si fuese profesor. El ogro suspiró y se agachó frente al paragolpes. —Bueno, auto… ¿qué querés? El auto respondió bajito: —Yo quiero que me laven… Todos se quedaron en silencio. Pepe murmuró: —¿Este auto está pidiendo un baño? —Sí —dijo Aldo—. Y yo pensé que yo era el complicado. Entonces todos se pusieron a trabajar. La vaca trajo agua, los sapos frotaban las ruedas, el gato dirigía la aspiradora que hacía fiiiiuuu y luego limpiaba los vidrios mientras cantaba. Cuando terminaron, el auto quedó brillante, como nuevo. El gato lo miró y dijo: —¡Epa! ¡Ahora parece un auto último modelo! El auto se acomodó, orgulloso. —Bueno… ahora sí podemos trabajar. El ogro giró la llave y el motor arrancó con tanta energía que los sapos salieron saltando: —¡Ah! ¡Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja! ¡Nos asustó! El auto no solo quiso trabajar, sino que se fue manejando solito hasta quedar al lado de las cajas. —Che —dijo la vaca—, al final el auto solo necesitaba cariño. —Y un baño —dijo el pato. —Y una aspiradora loca —agregó el gato, riéndose. Todos quedaron contentos, y el auto, feliz, tocó la bocina con agradecimiento: —Bim, bim, bim, bim, bim. Y colorín colorado, este cuento se ha acabado.
Chapter Intro: The seal is broken. The Rift stirs. Deep within the void, a presence awakens — ancient and furious. The Riftborn King, long dormant, has opened his eye. As the Hidden Leaf regroups, Team 0 is summoned to a secret chamber beneath the Hokage Tower. There, the truth behind the Hoshigan, Isaiah’s mutation, and the Riftborn’s obsession with their bloodlines is finally revealed. Scene 1: Descent into Secrets Interior panel: A spiral staircase winds deep beneath the Hokage Tower. The walls are carved with ancient symbols. Torches flicker with blue flame. - Shawn: Cloaked in black, his white fox mask with red markings clipped to his belt. His face is calm, with sharp cheekbones and a faint scar beneath his right eye. His 3-Tomoe Hoshigan glows with a fourth mark forming — a black diamond at the center. The obsidian-forged sword rests across his back, humming with gravitational energy. - Jaden: His long, flowing black hair cascades down his back, tied loosely at the base. He wears a black shinobi robe with a red flame crest on the chest, one sleeve torn to reveal his muscular left arm. His Byakugan is dormant but alert, and his black gloves are worn from battle. - Isaiah: Towering and broad-shouldered, his dark skin is marked with faint black veins from his mutation. His dreadlocks are tied back, and his jagged fur-lined cloak drapes over a cream-colored combat tunic. A kunai spins slowly in his right hand, his eyes scanning every shadow. Hokage (gravely): “This vault predates the village. It holds the truth behind your powers.” Kuroda (to Shawn): “Your eye didn’t awaken by chance. It was chosen — by something older than chakra itself.” Scene 2: The Memory Stone A massive crystal floats in the center of the chamber, pulsing with violet light. As Shawn steps forward, his Hoshigan reacts — the fourth mark completes with a flash. Shawn (wincing, voice strained): “It’s… calling me.” He reaches out. The moment his fingers touch the stone, a surge of energy floods the room. Time freezes. Jaden and Isaiah are suspended mid-step, their expressions locked in concern. Scene 3: The Riftborn King Revealed Shawn is pulled into a vision. He stands in a shattered world — skies torn open, stars bleeding. A throne of bone and obsidian looms ahead. Upon it sits the Riftborn King — a towering figure with six arms, a jagged crystal crown, and a massive Hoshigan embedded in his chest. Riftborn King (voice like thunder): “You wear my legacy, child. My eye. My curse.” Shawn (steady, eyes glowing): “I’m not your heir.” Riftborn King: “You already are. The Eye remembers. And soon… so will you.” The King raises a hand. The vision shatters. Scene 4: The Eye Evolves Back in the chamber, time resumes. Shawn stumbles back, breathing hard. His Hoshigan now bears a fourth tomoe — a black diamond spinning at the center. Jaden (rushing forward, long hair flowing): “Shawn! What happened?!” His Byakugan activates instantly, veins bulging at his temples. He scans Shawn’s chakra network — it’s swirling, unstable, like a storm inside a bottle. Isaiah (stepping in, dreadlocks swaying): “Your chakra… it’s not yours anymore.” His mutation pulses in response, black veins glowing faintly beneath his skin. Shawn (voice low, eyes burning): “I saw him. The Riftborn King. He’s coming.” Scene 5: The King’s Herald The chamber trembles. A Riftborn sigil burns into the air. A voice echoes from the stone. Riftborn Voice (disembodied): “The King rises. The Eye will return. And the world will kneel.” The sigil vanishes. Silence falls. Hokage (to Team 0): “You three are the last line. If the King crosses over… we fall.” Scene 6: Final Panel Full-page spread: Team 0 stands before the glowing memory stone. - Shawn: Cloak fluttering, Hoshigan gleaming with four tomoe. His obsidian blade hums with power. - Jaden: Long hair flowing, Byakugan fully active, lightning crackling at his fingertips. - Isaiah: Dreadlocks wild, mutation coiled like a shadow beast behind him, kunai in hand. Narration box: The King has awakened. The Eye has remembered. And the war for reality has begun.