Emotionally Charged Manga

Anime watercolor style illustration of melui walking through a sunflower field, wind blowing petals, warm tones, serene mood, gentle lighting

Miu have long hair black and white Levi have short hair .Levi is vampire .

The door opened and I looked in the mirror, so I knew who was standing behind me.
"Hello Levi, it's been a long time, maybe 1000 years."
Mia beep quietly.
"Hello Mia." He said it for the first time, so calmly.
"When did you remember your previous life?"
Levi asks and Miu already smiling.
"Five years ago Levi."
LEVI grits his teeth.
"I knew you would find me and I waited for you to do it. It was fate."
I stand up and walk over to him. We look into each other's eyes.
"In the diary you left me, none of it made sense. You just died, why? Mia, why the hell."
A tear falls from my eye.
"Because if you died, I would lose the reason to live. I love you Levi. I never stopped. Our souls were connected when we first met. Since you are bound to me, you are not a Ymir subject."
I say and he straightens up.
"What did you say?" His eyes widen in surprise.
"Let's move somewhere else please I don't want to talk about this here."
He nods and grabs my hand.
"I promise I won't die again. Neither will you. We will be together."
He squeezes my hand even tighter.

An Guy in the first photo visits his dad in the second photo in jail and The Guy in the first photo said "Dad how have you been?" And his dad said "I'm good son, you?" The Guy said "I'm good dad."

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.

Caption:

He drove (white kia sorento) to see me.

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Panel 3:
Interior of Akropolis shopping mall, Vilnius.
They see each other for the first time.

Small date in the corner:

November 29

Caption:

Our first meeting.

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Panel 4 (close-up):
Eye contact. Slight tension.

Caption:

Our first “hi” in person.

Título del cómic

“Un rumor no define quién soy”

Personajes

Laura: niña amable, tranquila y buena amiga

Elizabeth: compañera que inicia el conflicto

Amigas del grupo

Maestra (figura mediadora)

Historia dividida en viñetas (escenas)
Viñeta 1: La amistad

Patio de la escuela primaria
Laura aparece jugando y riendo con su grupo de amigas.

Laura:
—Me gusta mucho estar con ustedes, somos muy buenas amigas.

Amiga:
—¡Sí! Siempre nos apoyamos.

Viñeta 2: El cambio

Salón de clases
Elizabeth está hablando en secreto con otras niñas.

Elizabeth (susurrando):
—Laura dijo cosas feas de ustedes…

Amiga (confundida):
—¿De verdad?

Viñeta 3: El rumor

Pasillo de la escuela
Las amigas comienzan a alejarse de Laura.

Laura (pensando):
—¿Por qué ya no me hablan? ¿Qué hice mal?

Viñeta 4: El conflicto

Recreo
Laura escucha a Elizabeth hablando mal de ella.

Elizabeth:
—No confíen en Laura, ella no es buena amiga.

Laura (triste):
—Eso no es verdad…

Viñeta 5: El dolor

Baño o banca del patio
Laura está sola, con expresión triste.

Laura (pensamiento):
—Me duele que hablen de mí sin conocer la verdad.

Viñeta 6: Pedir ayuda

Salón de clases
Laura se acerca a la maestra.

Laura:
—Maestra, alguien está diciendo cosas falsas sobre mí.

Maestra:
—Gracias por decirlo, vamos a hablarlo con respeto.

Viñeta 7: La verdad

Reunión del grupo
La maestra reúne a las niñas.

Maestra:
—Hablar mal de alguien puede lastimar mucho. Aquí escucharemos la verdad.

Laura:
—Yo nunca hablé mal de ustedes. Las quiero como amigas.

Viñeta 8: Reflexión

Elizabeth con expresión de arrepentimiento

Elizabeth:
—Lo siento… hablé sin pensar y causé un problema.

Viñeta 9: Perdón y aprendizaje

Patio
Las amigas vuelven a estar juntas.

Amiga:
—Perdón por no preguntarte antes, Laura.

Laura:
—Gracias por escucharme. Aprendimos algo importante.

Viñeta 10: Final

Todas juntas

Narrador:
—Los rumores pueden causar daño, pero hablar con la verdad y respeto puede sanar las amistades.

Mensaje del cómic (puede ir al final)

Moraleja:
Hablar mal de los demás puede causar conflictos, pero la comunicación, la honestidad y el respeto ayudan a resolverlos.
EN ESPAÑOL

**“The Third Chair”**

Lin Zhixia first met Zhou Jin at a window-side table in a café.
The sunlight was beautiful that day, yet the chair across from him was empty.

She learned later that the chair belonged to his girlfriend—Shen Yan.

Zhou Jin never hid the truth.
He said he loved someone, and he also said he wasn’t sure whether he could still love another.
Lin Zhixia understood—yet she sat down anyway.

Their relationship was like a nameless river.
Unspoken, unacknowledged, never crossing the point of no return—
and yet, step by step, it ran deeper.

When Shen Yan appeared, everything finally gained weight.

She was calmer than Lin Zhixia had imagined. She only looked at her and said,
“You’re not a bad person.”
The words felt sharper than a knife.

That night, Lin Zhixia asked herself for the first time in earnest:
If love has to hurt someone in order to exist, did she really want it?

Zhou Jin tried to keep her, saying,
“I can’t live without either of you.”
But in that moment, Lin Zhixia suddenly understood—
in a love shared by three, someone is always sitting in the extra chair.

She stood up and gave up her seat.

Later on, the café was still the same café.
By the window, the table still held three chairs.

Keith slouched on his couch, the glow of his phone illuminating the dark corners of his apartment. The bottle on the table was almost empty, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t stop staring at the screen. Clair. She was kissing Jonny. His best friend. The same Jonny he had told just days ago that he was going to confess.

I guess I was just the dancing monkey, he thought bitterly. Always there, always reliable, never the one chosen.

A sharp knock at the door yanked him out of his spiral. Tipsy and unsteady, he stumbled to open it.

She was standing there.

Clair. At least, that’s what he told himself. She looked frantic, her hair slightly messy, her eyes wide. Without waiting for an invitation, she stepped inside.

"Do you know where Clair left my files?" she asked, scanning the room with a sense of urgency.

Keith blinked. Why is she talking in third person? he thought, but he didn’t dwell on it. He was too focused on the fact that it was her.

"They should be somewhere around here," he said, rubbing his temple.

She spotted a folder on the table and snatched it up. "Found them," she said, relief flashing across her face. She turned to leave, hand reaching for the door.

Before she could, Keith’s hand was already on the door, stopping her. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the apartment fell into silence.

Time seemed to stretch.

He moved closer, heart hammering. He took her hand. She froze—then didn’t pull away.

The folder slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor with a soft thud.

Keith leaned in.

He kissed her.

For a moment, she hesitated. Then she kissed him back.

The world narrowed down to that single, electrifying moment. Neon lights from the city outside spilled across their faces, painting the room in sharp colors. He barely noticed when they pulled apart, both breathless.

Morning came far too quickly. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, burning his eyes. His head throbbed, a reminder of last night’s haze. He turned in the bed and felt warmth beside him.

His stomach dropped.

The hair spilling across the pillow wasn’t brown. It was jet black.

Recognition hit like a punch to the gut.

Olivier Clair.

Clair’s older sister.

His boss.

Keith froze, unable to process what had happened, the memories of last night coming back in a flood of panic, confusion, and disbelief.

Miu have long hair black and white Levi have short hair .

The door opened and I looked in the mirror, so I knew who was standing behind me.
"Hello Levi, it's been a long time, maybe 1000 years."
I beep quietly.
"Hello Mia." He said it for the first time, so calmly.
"When did you remember your previous life?"
He asks and I'm already smiling.
"Five years ago Levi."
He grits his teeth.
"I knew you would find me and I waited for you to do it. It was fate."
I stand up and walk over to him. We look into each other's eyes.
"In the diary you left me, none of it made sense. You just died, why? Mia, why the hell."
A tear falls from my eye.
"Because if you died, I would lose the reason to live. I love you Levi. I never stopped. Our souls were connected when we first met. Since you are bound to me, you are not a Ymir subject."
I say and he straightens up.
"What did you say?" His eyes widen in surprise.
"Let's move somewhere else please I don't want to talk about this here."
He nods and grabs my hand.
"I promise I won't die again. Neither will you. We will be together."
He squeezes my hand even tighter.

Chapter 1: The Day We Met
The sun rose over the Hidden Leaf Village, casting golden light across the rooftops and the stone faces of the Hokage Monument. Birds chirped lazily, and the academy courtyard buzzed with anticipation. Today was the first day of training for the newest class of shinobi — and among them were three who would one day change everything.
Shawn stood beneath a tree at the edge of the courtyard, arms crossed, eyes scanning the crowd. His dreadlocks hung low, swaying slightly in the breeze. He wore a dark cloak and a white fox mask clipped to his belt. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His presence was quiet, but heavy — like gravity itself bent around him.
Jaden was already moving. He flipped a kunai between his fingers, sharp eyes darting from student to student. His hair was spiky and wild, and his shirt bore a red flame spiral emblem. One eye shimmered faintly red — a flicker of the Sharingan, maybe. The other was pale, unreadable. He smirked, confident and restless.
Then came Isaiah.
He arrived late, walking through the academy gates with a slow, deliberate stride. A hood shadowed his face, but the scar over his left eye was unmistakable. He didn’t speak. He didn’t smile. His chakra felt… different. Like something ancient was buried inside him, waiting.
The instructor stepped forward, voice firm. “Line up! Today marks the beginning of your journey. You’ll train, you’ll fight, and if you survive — you’ll become shinobi of the Hidden Leaf.”
The students scrambled into formation. Shawn, Jaden, and Isaiah ended up side by side, silent. They didn’t speak. But something passed between them — a flicker of recognition, a sense of connection. Like their fates were already tangled.
None of them knew it yet, but deep inside each of them, something was stirring. A seal. A beast. A mutation. A destiny.
And so, the story began.

a girl named Lena, has an older brother named Leo and their parents have both died, there are no relatives and they live together because Lena works at Leo's boarding house, her older brother is nearby.

When you surrendered... when you were on that ship..."
"You didn't lose me," Lisa said firmly. "You came for me. You and that ridiculous, wonderful crew drove a burning spaceship through a dreadnought to get me back. You don't get to doubt us anymore, Mia. We're inevitable." Mia let out a laugh that turned into a sob, and then she was leaning forward, burying her face in Lisa’s neck. Lisa held her, rocking gently, feeling the tension bleed out of her wife's shoulders. "I love you," Mia mumbled into Lisa’s collarbone. "I know," Lisa murmured, kissing the top of her pink head. "Now, are we going to spend our honeymoon crying, or are we going to order room service and see if this 'king-sized' bed can actually withstand a wrestling match?"

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.

The scene begins with a boy named Krop leaving a job application place, slightly sad because he was rejected for a job again. He returns to his apartment and begins thinking about his career future. He opens the fridge but finds nothing to eat. He goes to a store to buy some food, and on his way back, he hears a girl screaming in a dark alley. He quickly enters to see and starts hearing a girl crying, and when he gets close to her, her facial features change and she tells him, "You fool," releasing a strange energy on his stomach that throws him backward. When he gets up and looks at her, he finds her flickering like a TV screen.
He says, "Who are you, for heaven’s sake?"
She says, "You shouldn’t see me like this, but who cares? I can simply delete myself from your memory, and in this way, we will defeat you."
The hero thinks to himself, "Wait, delete myself? Memory? Delete memory??
Do you want to erase my memory of the time I saw you, but I must remember what I’ve seen now? This is dangerous.
And why is she flickering like a TV? Is she not real?"
He looks at the pen in his pocket and says, "I found it," pulls it out quickly, looks at her flickering body, and starts writing on his hand. He writes: "Strange flickering."
She notices and says, "What!" and makes a hand snap that makes him lose consciousness for a moment and lower his head.
The girl says, "I understand, he wants to write notes about me on his hand," and suddenly hears someone approaching, so she says, "Who cares? It won’t help him," and leaves, dropping an accessory with a strange symbol.
Krop regains consciousness on the ground. A man comes to help him and asks, "What happened?" He replies, "I don’t know." Then he says, "Why am I here, and why do I feel pain?" He stands up and reads what is written on his hand.
He is surprised and says, "This is my handwriting, but when and why?" He starts trying to understand and finds that symbol on the ground, then says, "It seems something happened here."
Krop returns to his apartment.
He starts eating his dinner while thinking, "What does ‘strange flickering’ mean? Does that mean I saw something strange, and why can’t I remember it?"
He holds that symbol and says, "And what is this also?"
"Ah, this seems strange." He gets up, goes to make his coffee, and watches TV. When he turns it on, there’s flickering on the screen. He says, "Ah, again, this flickering… Flickering!!"
By the way, if I was the one who wrote it, the closest word to ‘flickering’ I remember is ‘TV flicker.’ He starts staring at the flickering, then turns off the TV and goes to sleep.
The next day, he wakes up to a ringing phone. He answers: "Krop here." He says, "Yes."
The caller says, "We reviewed your file that you submitted for the job here last week." He says, "Wait, who are you?"
The caller replies, "I am the manager of Cardo Cafe, and you have been accepted. You need to be here before 8 AM to start work."
Krop responds happily, "Finally, thank you so much! I’m coming right away." He gets up quickly, puts on his clothes, grabs a piece of bread, and rushes to the cafe. He enters and finds the waiter asking, "What do you want?" He replies, "I’m here to work."
The waiter says, "Oh, you’re the new recruit? The manager told me about you. My name is Sarodem, call me Saro, and my colleague here is Mira. The manager is Grim. I hope you enjoy your time with us."
Then the manager comes and says to Krop, "Come here, I’ll give you your work uniform, and you’ll start cleaning now."
Krop removes his clothes, puts on the work uniform, and gives his clothes to Saro to hide.
Krop starts working with them, cleaning tables and floors. Saro brings drinks and coffee, and Mira is the waitress taking orders and serving them. After a long day of work, their shift ends. Krop tells Saro to give him back his clothes.
Saro goes to the storage room, picks up Krop’s clothes, and as soon as he carries them, that symbol falls. Saro examines it for a moment and says, "What is this thing? It’s strange," then returns it and gives the clothes back to Krop.
Krop changes back into his clothes and returns to his apartment, only to find the door open, even though he made sure to lock it with the key he keeps under the carpet outside.
He thinks he forgot to lock it. When he enters, he finds the place messy, as if someone entered. He starts searching around the apartment for anything missing and finds that nothing was stolen.
He begins thinking about why a thief would come to him, even though his apartment isn’t luxurious

Volume 1 – Spring & First Love

Title: When the Bell Rang Twice – Volume 1
Chapters: 10
Tone: Light, tender, school romance, slow-burn

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Chapter 1 – The Seat by the Window

Page 1
• Panel 1: Wide shot of classroom, morning sun through windows. Students settling.
• Narration (Mio’s thoughts): “Another spring… another year at this school.”
• Panel 2: Teacher at front, pointing to empty desk.
• Teacher: “New student, Akiyama Haru. Window seat, next to Yamada Mio.”
• Panel 3: Close-up of Mio, surprised, glancing at new student entering.
• Mio (thought): He looks… different.

Page 2
• Panel 1: Haru sits beside Mio, smiling awkwardly.
• Haru: “Hi… hope I’m not in your way.”
• Panel 2: Mio blushes slightly, returning a small smile.
• Mio (thought): Why does my heart feel funny?
• Panel 3: Close-up of both hands reaching for an eraser at the same time. Fingers touch.
• Panel 4: Soft focus on their surprised expressions.
• Narration: “A spark, small as it was, somehow lingered.”

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Chapter 2 – Small Gestures

Page 3
• Panel 1: Lunchtime, Mio eating alone at her desk.
• Panel 2: Haru walks up, holding a milk carton.
• Haru: “You forgot this.”
• Panel 3: Mio blushes, accepting it.
• Mio (thought): He notices me…
• Panel 4: Hallway shot of them walking side by side after class.
• Narration: “We didn’t say much, but every step together felt meaningful.”

Page 4
• Panel 1: Rainstorm outside. Students rushing.
• Panel 2: Haru holding an umbrella for Mio.
• Haru: “We can share.”
• Panel 3: Close-up: their shoulders touching.
• Panel 4: Mio’s inner thought: Please don’t let this end.

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Chapter 3 – Cultural Festival

Page 5
• Panel 1: Festival night, lanterns glowing. Wide shot of the school yard.
• Panel 2: Mio in a simple yukata, looking around nervously.
• Panel 3: Haru approaches, pauses, amazed.
• Haru: “…Wow.”
• Panel 4: Close-up: fireworks exploding behind them, illuminating their faces.
• Narration (Mio’s thoughts): “A perfect moment I wished could last forever.”

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Chapter 4 – Illness Revealed

Page 6
• Panel 1: Haru coughing during class, looking pale.
• Panel 2: Mio discreetly slides a note: “Are you okay?”
• Panel 3: Haru writes back on paper: “Just tired. Don’t worry.” with a small smile.

Page 7
• Panel 1: Hallway after school. Mio watches him leave.
• Panel 2: Inner thought: Something feels wrong… but I can’t ask.

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Chapter 5 – Growing Closer

Page 8
• Panel 1: Rooftop scene at sunset. Haru looks out over the school yard.
• Panel 2: Mio approaches, hesitant.
• Mio: “Do you come here often?”
• Haru: “Yeah… it’s peaceful.”
• Panel 3: Their hands almost touch. Close-up.
• Narration: “Small closeness became our secret.”

Page 9
• Panel 1: Side-by-side flashback panels of their shared laughs, sketching together, walking home in rain.
• Panel 2: Close-up of their intertwined fingers, subtle blushes.
• Panel 3: Wide rooftop shot, petals drifting in the wind.
• Narration: “I didn’t know then that this happiness was fragile.”

Chapter 6 – Rainy Confession (Foreshadowing)

Page 10
• Panel 1: Heavy rain outside school. Students rush with umbrellas.
• Panel 2: Mio walks alone, holding her sketchbook. Haru appears under a nearby umbrella.
• Haru: “Hey… want to walk together?”
• Panel 3: They walk, shoulders touching slightly. Close-up on their hands almost brushing.
• Panel 4: Mio’s thoughts: Every time we touch, my heart skips…

Page 11
• Panel 1: Close-up of Haru, smiling softly, slightly pale.
• Haru (thought): I wish this moment could last forever.
• Panel 2: Mio looks down, quiet blush.
• Panel 3: Their feet step in the same puddle accidentally. Splash.
• Panel 4: They both laugh. Narration: “Little things became everything.”

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Chapter 7 – Festival Confession Attempt

Page 12
• Panel 1: Rooftop at school festival, night sky, fireworks.
• Panel 2: Mio hesitates, looking at Haru.
• Mio (thinking): I want to tell him… but…
• Panel 3: Haru leans against the railing, smiling nervously.
• Haru: “Mio… I—”
• Panel 4: He staggers slightly, clutching his chest. Mio catches him.
• Panel 5: Close-up of their shocked faces.
• Narration: “Life has a way of interrupting perfect moments.”

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Chapter 8 – Hospital White

Page 13
• Panel 1: Hospital hallway. Soft sunlight through windows.
• Panel 2: Mio sits outside Haru’s room, clutching her sketchbook.
• Panel 3: Doctor approaches.
• Doctor: “He’s hiding a serious illness… it’s better you know the truth now.”
• Panel 4: Close-up of Mio’s tear-filled eyes.
• Mio (thought): I should have known…

Page 14
• Panel 1: Haru lies in hospital bed, pale but smiling at Mio.
• Panel 2: Mio holds his hand.
• Mio: “Please… don’t leave me.”
• Panel 3: Haru gently squeezes her hand.
• Haru: “I’ll fight… but if I can’t… remember me, okay?”
• Panel 4: Close-up: Mio nods, tears streaming.
• Narration: “Even in fragile moments, love feels eternal.”

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Chapter 9 – First Kiss

Page 15
• Panel 1: Sunlight streams into hospital room. Haru awake, Mio sitting beside him.
• Panel 2: Haru reaches out, touching her cheek softly.
• Haru: “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time…”
• Panel 3: They kiss gently. Soft panel borders, focus on intimacy, not graphic.
• Panel 4: Mio pulls back, smiling through tears.
• Narration: “A moment too precious for words, too fragile for time.”

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Chapter 10 – The Empty Desk

Page 16
• Panel 1: Back at school, Haru’s desk is empty.
• Panel 2: Mio places a small flower on it, lingering.
• Panel 3: Flashback panels: laughter, shared sketches, rainy walks, festival rooftop.
• Panel 4: Close-up of Mio’s hand holding a note from Haru:
• “Thank you for loving me. Keep smiling, Mio.”

Page 17
• Panel 1: Wide classroom shot, sunlight through windows, empty chair in back.
• Panel 2: Mio stands, looking out the window at cherry blossoms.
• Narration: “Love doesn’t disappear when someone is gone… it stays, like petals in the wind.”
• Panel 3 (Final Page Panel): Close-up of Mio’s hand resting on the desk, eyes soft but resolute.
• Narration: “And some memories are forever.”

Volume 2 – Confession & Loss

Title: When the Bell Rang Twice – Volume 2
Chapters: 10
Tone: Bittersweet, emotional, hospital drama, first heartbreak

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Chapter 1 – Winter Illness

Page 1
• Panel 1: Classroom in winter. Snow visible outside the windows. Students in jackets.
• Panel 2: Haru coughs into his sleeve, looking pale. Close-up of his strained smile.
• Panel 3: Mio notices, worried, writing a note: “Are you okay?”
• Panel 4: Haru writes back, faintly smiling: “Just tired. Don’t worry.”

Page 2
• Panel 1: Hallway after class. Students rush past.
• Panel 2: Mio watches Haru’s back as he leaves.
• Panel 3: Close-up of her worried face.
• Narration (Mio’s thoughts): “I felt a shadow over the happiness we’d built.”

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Chapter 2 – Feverish Days

Page 3
• Panel 1: Hospital exterior, snow lightly falling.
• Panel 2: Mio arrives, coat buttoned tight, holding a sketchbook.
• Panel 3: Haru lies in bed, pale but smiling.
• Haru: “Hey… didn’t think you’d come today.”
• Panel 4: Mio sits beside him, gently taking his hand.
• Mio: “Of course I came. I’m not letting you face this alone.”

Page 4
• Panel 1: Haru coughs softly. Mio wipes his forehead.
• Panel 2: Close-up: Haru’s hand holding hers tightly.
• Haru: “I didn’t want to worry you… but maybe I’ve been too weak.”
• Panel 3: Mio looks determined.
• Mio: “We’ll face it together. Always.”

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Chapter 3 – Confession Attempt

Page 5
• Panel 1: Hospital rooftop, late afternoon. Sun casting long shadows.
• Panel 2: Haru leans against railing, eyes distant.
• Panel 3: Mio approaches.
• Mio: “I… I want to say something.”
• Panel 4: Haru glances at her, softly smiling.
• Haru: “Me too…”

Page 6
• Panel 1: Close-up of their hands almost touching.
• Panel 2: Haru sways slightly, Mio catches him instinctively.
• Panel 3: Both faces close.
• Panel 4: Narration: “In that fragile moment, words felt too heavy to speak.”

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Chapter 4 – Winter Memories

Page 7
• Panel 1: Flashback panels of winter school days: shared lunches, walking in snow, laughing.
• Panel 2: Close-up of sketchbook pages with drawings of each other.
• Panel 3: Haru coughing in the classroom. Mio’s worried glance.
• Panel 4: Narration: “Every memory felt more precious, because I knew it might be all we’d have.”

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Chapter 5 – The First Kiss

Page 8
• Panel 1: Hospital room, sunlight soft through blinds.
• Panel 2: Haru reaches out, touching Mio’s cheek gently.
• Haru: “I’ve wanted to do this for so long…”
• Panel 3: They kiss softly. Focus on emotion, not graphic.
• Panel 4: Mio pulls back, eyes wet, smiling faintly.
• Narration: “A kiss, fleeting but eternal, marked the start of a memory that could never fade.”

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Chapter 6 – Days of Waiting

Page 9
• Panel 1: Hospital corridor, empty. Mio sketches quietly.
• Panel 2: Close-up of sketches of Haru smiling, laughing, and in hospital bed.
• Panel 3: Narration: “I tried to hold onto him… even as he grew weaker.”
• Panel 4: Haru sleeps, Mio watching, softly crying.

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Chapter 7 – Farewell

Page 10
• Panel 1: Haru’s hand slips slightly from hers.
• Panel 2: Close-up of Mio’s eyes widening, heart pounding.
• Panel 3: Haru murmurs faintly, smiling.
• Haru: “Remember me… always.”
• Panel 4: Mio holds his hand tighter, tears streaming.
• Narration: “I whispered my love… but the world had other plans.”

Page 11
• Panel 1: Wide shot: Haru’s hospital bed, sunlight breaking through clouds.
• Panel 2: Mio alone in the hallway, holding her sketchbook to her chest.
• Panel 3: Flashbacks: laughter, rooftop, rain, first handshake, first shared umbrella.
• Panel 4: Narration: “And just like that… the seat beside me was empty forever.”

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Chapter 8 – The Empty Desk

Page 12
• Panel 1: Back at school, Haru’s desk empty. Snow falling outside.
• Panel 2: Mio places a small flower on the desk.
• Panel 3: Close-up of her fingers brushing carved initials in the wood.
• Narration: “Love doesn’t vanish. It lingers in the smallest spaces, in the quietest moments.”

Page 13
• Panel 1: Wide shot of Mio looking out the window at falling snow.
• Panel 2: Close-up: tear slides down her cheek.
• Panel 3: Mio clutches Haru’s note: “Thank you for loving me. Keep smiling.”
• Panel 4: Narration: “Some memories are too precious to let go, even when hearts ache.”

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Chapter 9 – The First Goodbye

Page 14
• Panel 1: Flashback: rooftop festival, fireworks. Haru laughing, holding Mio’s hand.
• Panel 2: Cut to hospital: Mio alone, looking at petals falling outside window.
• Panel 3: Narration: “I had learned that love is sometimes measured in fleeting moments, not time.”
• Panel 4: Close-up of sketchbook page with both their faces smiling.

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Chapter 10 – Volume 2 Closing

Page 15
• Panel 1: Wide shot: classroom empty except Mio’s silhouette.
• Panel 2: Soft sunlight illuminates the empty desk.
• Panel 3: Close-up of Mio writing in her notebook:
• “Haru, I’ll always remember you. Always.”
• Panel 4 (Final Panel): Snow falls outside. Narration:
• “Even as life moves on, some love stays eternal… etched in the heart like petals in the wind.

Volume 3 – Adult Mio & Reflections

Title: When the Bell Rang Twice – Volume 3
Chapters: 8
Tone: Nostalgic, reflective, bittersweet, healing

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Chapter 1 – Return to the School

Page 1
• Panel 1: Wide exterior of the school in spring. Cherry blossoms bloom, petals drifting in the wind.
• Panel 2: Adult Mio (mid-20s) stands at the gate, briefcase in hand, soft smile.
• Mio (thought): I haven’t been here in ten years…
• Panel 3: Close-up of her hand brushing against the gate, remembering.
• Panel 4: Wide shot of school yard, empty, echoing past laughter.

Page 2
• Panel 1: Mio walks through the familiar hallway, dust motes in sunlight.
• Panel 2: Close-up of her gaze stopping at the back corner — Haru’s empty desk.
• Panel 3: Mio (whispering): “You’re still here, aren’t you?”
• Panel 4: Flashback panel: Haru laughing, giving her a playful wink in the same seat.

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Chapter 2 – Memories in the Classroom

Page 3
• Panel 1: Mio sits at Haru’s desk, fingers tracing carved initials.
• Panel 2: Close-up of old sketches she kept in a notebook: shared doodles, cherry blossoms, small moments.
• Panel 3: Mio smiles softly, eyes misty.
• Narration: “I carry these memories like treasure… even now.”
• Panel 4: Wide panel of empty classroom, sunlight streaming in.

Page 4
• Panel 1: Mio notices a little girl outside the window, sketching petals in her notebook.
• Panel 2: Close-up: Mio smiles, heartwarming.
• Panel 3: Mio kneels beside the girl.
• Mio: “Mind if I watch?”
• Panel 4: Girl smiles shyly: “Sure!”

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Chapter 3 – Haru’s Letter

Page 5
• Panel 1: Mio finds a yellowed envelope tucked under the desk.
• Panel 2: Close-up of handwriting: “If you’re reading this, it means you’ve remembered me. Thank you for loving me. Live fully, Mio. Promise me.”
• Panel 3: Tears roll down Mio’s cheeks. She clutches the note to her chest.
• Mio (thought): I did, Haru… every day.
• Panel 4: Wide panel: cherry petals swirl around her, sunlight hitting her face.

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Chapter 4 – Life Moves On

Page 6
• Panel 1: Mio walking down a cherry blossom-lined street.
• Panel 2: She watches children playing, couples laughing.
• Panel 3: Close-up: little girl from before showing Mio her sketch.
• Panel 4: Mio opens her old sketchbook, inspired to draw again.
• Narration: “Love doesn’t end with loss. It continues in memories, kindness, and inspiration.”

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Chapter 5 – Reflection at Sunset

Page 7
• Panel 1: Mio revisits the school one last time, sitting on the steps outside.
• Panel 2: Cherry blossoms fall around her.
• Panel 3: Soft, imaginary voice of Haru: “I’m proud of you, Mio.”
• Panel 4: Mio smiles, eyes glistening:
• Mio: “Me too, Haru… always me too.”

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Chapter 6 – Moving Forward

Page 8
• Panel 1: Wide shot: Mio walking away from school gate, briefcase in hand.
• Panel 2: Close-up: her sketchbook tucked under her arm, pages fluttering in the wind.
• Panel 3: Narration: “Some love never fades… it simply guides the next steps of our lives.”
• Panel 4 (Final Panel): Cherry blossoms fall, school bell rings faintly in distance, symbolizing past and hope for the future.

Volume 4 – Teacher Mio & Mentorship

Title: When the Bell Rang Twice – Volume 4
Chapters: 8
Tone: Reflective, mentoring, subtle hope, echoes of past love

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Chapter 1 – First Day as a Teacher

Page 1
• Panel 1: Exterior: School in spring. Cherry blossoms in full bloom.
• Panel 2: Adult Mio stands in front of a classroom, smiling warmly.
• Narration: “I never imagined returning… but life brings us full circle.”
• Panel 3: Wide shot of students settling in.
• Panel 4: Mio notices a boy at the back, sketching quietly.

Page 2
• Panel 1: Close-up of boy, Riku, focused, messy hair, serious expression.
• Panel 2: Mio’s inner thought: There’s something familiar about him…
• Panel 3: Students chatting around him. Mio approaches.
• Mio: “Hello, I’m your new art teacher. Can I see what you’re drawing?”
• Panel 4: Riku hands her a sketch.
• Riku: “It’s nothing special.”

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Chapter 2 – Echoes of Haru

Page 3
• Panel 1: Mio studies the sketch. Wide shot shows her gentle smile.
• Mio: “No, this is wonderful. I see a lot of feeling here.”
• Panel 2: Close-up: Riku blushes slightly, looking down.
• Panel 3: Flashback panel: Mio sketching with Haru in school.
• Panel 4: Narration: “It reminded me of someone I once knew… someone who changed me.”

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Chapter 3 – Mentoring Moments

Page 4
• Panel 1: Art club room, students painting, drawing. Riku sits quietly sketching.
• Panel 2: Mio kneels beside him, pointing at a detail.
• Mio: “Try feeling the wind in the petals… imagine it moving through your brush.”
• Panel 3: Riku nods, focused, inspired.
• Panel 4: Close-up of Mio’s thoughtful face.
• Narration: “Teaching him reminded me that love isn’t just for the heart… it’s for the soul.”

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Chapter 4 – Festival Preparations

Page 5
• Panel 1: Students decorate school for cultural festival, Mio supervising.
• Panel 2: Riku approaches, holding a folded sketch.
• Panel 3: Close-up: sketch shows Mio at the school steps surrounded by cherry blossoms.
• Panel 4: Mio gasps softly, tears welling up.
• Mio: “You… captured something I didn’t even know I remembered.”
• Panel 5: Riku smiles shyly.
• Riku: “I wanted you to see what your presence does… even without knowing it.”

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Chapter 5 – Graduation Day

Page 6
• Panel 1: Graduation ceremony, students in caps and gowns. Wide shot.
• Panel 2: Riku approaches Mio, holding a sketchbook.
• Riku: “Thank you for believing in me.”
• Panel 3: Mio hugs him briefly.
• Mio: “Carry your feelings with you. That’s how people live on.”
• Panel 4: Close-up: Mio watching Riku walk away, cherry petals swirling.
• Narration: “Haru’s memory guided me here… and now I could guide others.”

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Chapter 6 – Reflection on Love and Mentorship

Page 7
• Panel 1: Mio stands on the school rooftop at sunset.
• Panel 2: Soft, imaginary voice of Haru: “I’m proud of you, Mio.”
• Panel 3: Mio smiles, eyes soft, remembering.
• Mio: “I hope you see… I’ve carried you in everything I do.”
• Panel 4: Close-up of sketchbook in her hands, sketches of students, cherry blossoms, and memories of Haru.

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Chapter 7 – Passing the Torch

Page 8
• Panel 1: Classroom empty after school, sunlight streaming in.
• Panel 2: Mio tidies up Riku’s art supplies.
• Panel 3: Narration: “Some love leaves only memories… some leaves a legacy.”
• Panel 4: Wide panel: Mio walking through school gate, cherry petals falling.
• Narration: “Haru’s presence lingered, but life moves forward… and so must I.”

Volume 5 – Adult Romance & New Love

Title: When the Bell Rang Twice – Volume 5
Chapters: 8
Tone: Bittersweet romance, healing, hope

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Chapter 1 – A Chance Encounter

Page 1
• Panel 1: Mio walking home after school, cherry blossoms drifting in the wind.
• Panel 2: She bumps into Kaoru, books flying everywhere.
• Kaoru: “Oh no! I’m so sorry!”
• Panel 3: Mio kneels to help him gather the papers. Their hands brush.
• Panel 4: Mio (thought): There’s something… calming about him.

Page 2
• Panel 1: Kaoru hands her a book with a shy smile.
• Kaoru: “I think fate wants us to meet like this.”
• Panel 2: Mio blushes slightly, smiling faintly.
• Panel 3: Wide shot of cherry petals swirling around them.
• Panel 4: Narration: “Life has a way of introducing new stories… even after heartbreak.”

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Chapter 2 – Shared Memories

Page 3
• Panel 1: Mio and Kaoru walking side by side under cherry trees.
• Panel 2: Kaoru glances at her.
• Kaoru: “Do you like cherry blossoms?”
• Panel 3: Mio smiles softly, thinking of Haru.
• Mio: “I do… they remind me of fleeting moments.”
• Panel 4: Kaoru takes a deep breath.
• Kaoru: “Then maybe we can make new moments together.”

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Chapter 3 – Past and Present

Page 4
• Panel 1: Mio visits her old school with Kaoru, showing him the classroom and Haru’s desk.
• Panel 2: Kaoru: “He must have been very special.”
• Panel 3: Mio nods, tearful but smiling.
• Mio: “He still is… in a way.”
• Panel 4: Kaoru gently squeezes her hand.
• Kaoru: “And I’ll try to be special too… without replacing him.”

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Chapter 4 – Confession Under Cherry Blossoms

Page 5
• Panel 1: Spring festival at school, petals falling everywhere.
• Panel 2: Kaoru nervously presents a small sketchbook to Mio.
• Kaoru: “I drew this… it’s us, walking here together.”
• Panel 3: Mio flips through it, softly laughing and tearing up.
• Mio: “You captured… something I didn’t even realize I remembered.”
• Panel 4: Close-up: Kaoru leans slightly closer.
• Kaoru: “Mio… will you give me a chance?”

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Chapter 5 – Acceptance

Page 6
• Panel 1: Mio’s eyes glisten with tears.
• Panel 2: Close-up of Mio’s hands hesitating, then intertwining with Kaoru’s.
• Panel 3: Mio (thought): Haru… it’s okay to love again.
• Panel 4: Wide panel: both walking hand in hand, petals falling around them.

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Chapter 6 – New Beginnings

Page 7
• Panel 1: Mio and Kaoru strolling under cherry trees, soft sunlight.
• Panel 2: Close-up: sketchbook in Mio’s bag, showing drawings of Haru and past memories.
• Panel 3: Mio (thought): “Love can exist in layers… the past shapes the present.”
• Panel 4: Kaoru smiles at her.
• Kaoru: “Thank you for letting me walk with you.”

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Chapter 7 – Life and Memory

Page 8
• Panel 1: Mio pauses, looking at the school from afar.
• Panel 2: Soft voice of Haru in memory: “I’m proud of you, Mio.”
• Panel 3: Mio smiles, holding Kaoru’s hand.
• Mio: “I am too… for both of us.”
• Panel 4 (Final Panel): Wide shot of cherry blossoms falling, school bell ringing in the background.
• Narration: “The bell rings for past love… and for new beginnings.”
Manga

Episode 1: The Encounter

The story begins with Kenshin, a lively and energetic boy in a neatly pressed school uniform, sprinting down a quiet residential street. The morning sun filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the pavement. Kenshin greets the neighbors as he zooms past, his cheerful “Good morning!” bringing smiles to their faces. His pace quickens as he checks his watch, realizing he’s dangerously close to being late. Spotting a shortcut through a narrow alley, he hesitates briefly before deciding to take the risk. **“This has to save me at least five minutes,”** he mutters to himself, dashing into the alley.
As Kenshin exits the alley, the atmosphere shifts. A group of bullies is cornering another boy, their jeers and threats cutting through the otherwise calm morning. Kenshin instantly recognizes the boy being harassed—

“That sounds like- “
“SHIN!?”

a quiet but sharp-witted student. Shin meets Kenshin’s eyes and grins despite the situation. Kenshin smirks back and calls out, **“Again huh”**
“Oh, hey kenshin”
One of the bullies turns, his face twisted in annoyance. **“Who the hell are you supposed to be?”** he snarls. Kenshin steps forward with a confident swagger, cracking his knuckles. **“you guys don’t learn at all,so what’s the point in telling you”** he replies, they’re annoyed now and take their attention to kenshin. **“ I’m the guy who’s going to help kick your ass. Remember this face ,if you even can?”** said kenshin
The bullies exchange glances before charging at Kenshin, their fists swinging wildly some actually hitting kenshin and landing some clean shots this gave shin some time to take some out from behind. Kenshin now catches his footing and ducks and weaves however, his movements fluid and precise. He lands a solid punch on one bullies, sending him stumbling back. Shin, seizing the opportunity, blocks another’s strike and counters with a sharp jab. The fight is over quickly as the bullies, bruised and humiliated, retreat. Kenshin looming over them all on the floor, his eyes narrowing. **“Here’s your choice: ya leave my friend here alone, or next time i’ll make sure there won't be a next time.”**
“Tch y- yea whatever” they leave begrudgingly not really taking kenshin seriously but backing off for now
As the dust settles, Shin dusts himself off and chuckles. **“Well that’s done with. I honestly didn’t expect to see you this morning’.”**

Kenshin grins, shaking his head. **“I could say the same to you shin. Nice work back there”**
Curious, Kenshin asks, **“Where’d you learn to fight like that?”**

Shin hesitates, his expression unreadable. **“My roommate taught me a few things, he’s a karate student”** he replies casually. Kenshin frowns slightly. **“Roommate? I don’t think I’ve ever been to your place.”** Shin quickly changes the subject, glancing at his watch. **!“We’re going to be late if we don’t hurry.”**

Scene: School arrival
Realizing the time, Kenshin panics, tugging Shin’s sleeve. **“We’re going to miss the opening ceremony!”**

Shin places a reassuring hand on his shoulder. **“Relax. We’ve still got time . Can you still run?”**
Kenshin smirks, the fire of competition igniting in his eyes. **“They used to call me ‘The Flash’ for a reason-.”**
Shin slaps the fuck out of kenshin
Shin stares with an unimpressed look on his face. **“no one calls you that -_- .”**
The two race through the streets, weaving through pedestrians and leaping over obstacles. As they near the school gates, the warning bell echoes through the air. With one final burst of speed, they slide into the assembly hall just as the final chime sounds.
Breathing heavily, they find seats near the back of the room. A shadowy figure watches from a distance, their face obscured. They mutter under their breath, **“He hasn’t changed one bit.”**
A ceremony was held to welcome the students to another academic year as the principal introduced herself and shared a few remarks. She went on to introduce the student body president Saiyaka Ichidori and dismissed the ceremony telling everyone to find their homerooms.
After the ceremony, the students are instructed to find their homerooms. Kenshin and Shin scan the assignment board, their names listed under Class 11A. Excited to be in the same class, they make their way to the classroom. Along the way, Kenshin playfully nudges Shin. **“Ready to tackle another year together?”**
Shin smirks. **“Always.”**
As they enter the classroom, Kenshin immediately approaches a group of students, his natural charisma drawing their attention. **“Hey, I’m Kenshin! What’s up?”** He’s just beginning to exchange names when a voice cuts through the chatter.
**“Is this your attempt at making friends, Kenshin?”**
Kenshin freezes, recognizing the mocking tone instantly. The source of the voice steps forward, a sly grin on their face, and Kenshin groans. **“Oooof course, it’s you…”**
Scene: Arrival of Dante and Karin
As the class settles in, the door swings open, and Dante Koruiyu, an old classmate of Kenshin’s, strides in. His confident smirk instantly draws attention. Dante's eyes land on Kenshin, and his smirk widens into a grin.
**“Yooo, Kenshin! How’s it goin’? Feels like it’s been ages since I’ve seen ya,”** Dante exclaims, walking up to him.

Kenshin leans back slightly, pretending to size him up. **“Danteee ,hahaaa, you look like even more of muscle head >:)”** he teases, making a mock lifting gesture.and nudging shins arm
Dante bursts into a laugh but quickly pulls Kenshin into a friendly hug, lowering his voice. **“That’s not funny,”** he grumbles, though there’s no real heat *behind his words. Kenshin chuckles, patting him on the back. **“i’m sorry ;-;”**
Before their reunion can go any further, a blur of movement catches Kenshin off guard. A student suddenly appears behind him, aiming a kick at his head. Kenshin ducks just in time, laughing. **“WHAT THE-! H-HEY WATCH IT WILL Y-!”**
Turning to face the attacker, he sees Karin Haruno “KARIN!?”Kenshin says, another familiar face from his past. she swiftly delivers a kick to his stomach catching him off guard. Kenshin doubles over, coughing, **“hhrgnn, oow.”**
Shin chimes in after the kick “ Well I wasn’t expecting to see her?!”
Dante also chimes in “ You said it, thought she was never coming back”
Karin crosses her arms, leaning forward slightly. **“You’ve gotten rusty, Kenshin. Keep this up, and I'll even start feeling sorry for you.”**
“That was a cheap shot, You always have to beat me up?ugrh”* kenshin says, groaning in pain from the kick*
, the door to the classroom slides open with authority. Their teacher, Mr. Abarai, steps in. His sharp gaze silences the chatter, and he claps his hands once. **“Alright, everyone. Take your seats and Let’s get started for today.”**
Shin helps Kenshin to his seat as the murmurs start up among the students. **“what was that all about?”* one mutters. “I dunno, kick looked like it hurt though ,”** another adds, prompting a few chuckles. Kenshin rolls his eyes but grins.

Scene: Hollow appearance
The roll call begins, with each student introducing themselves. Names like Dante Koruiyu, Shin Kuchiki, and Karin Haruno come up, each met with varying reactions. Finally, it’s Kenshin’s turn. He stands, giving a small wave.
**“Kenshin Takahashi. Nice to meet you all,”** he says confidently.
Class proceeds uneventfully at first, but as Mr. Abarai begins outlining the year’s schedule,

Scene Continuation: Hollow Disruption
Shin kicks back in his chair, balancing effortlessly on its rear legs, folding a piece of notebook paper with a bored expression. Kenshin side-eyes him, whispering, "Seriously? You look like you’re about to nap."
Shin smirks without looking up. "I’m multi-tasking. You should try it sometime, Kenshin."
*”i hope you fall. -_-” said kenshin
you're always on about something." said karin as she writes in her book

Kenshin blinks, taken back. "What did I do ?" he asks under his breath, confusion written across his face as he turns to her.

Shin remains leaning and keeps his eyes down, snickering softly at the exchange; he says, " she really got it out for you, Kenshin," muttering, he folded another piece of paper into a small, firm triangle.

Dante, having listened to the teasing, snickers from his desk. "You knoww, when a girl acts like that, that means she likes ya kenshin" He grins, nudging Shin with his elbow.

Shin chuckles at the thought

Karin now “WHAT!”

Slightly flustered, Kenshin can't help but laugh "BAHAHAHAHA."

“Oh shut it KENSHINN!!” she says flustered and enraged.

“ALRIGHT QUIET DOWN OR I’LL KICK YOU ALL OUT OF MY CLASS YOU HEAR ME” said Mr. Abarai tired of the annoying yapping

He looks behind eyeing everyone in silence as kenshin gestures to shin

The room falls even quieter, the chalk pressing against the board being all that’s heard.
the air in the classroom shifts.
a faint rumble disturbs the calm. At first, it’s subtle—like a distant vibration. Then it grows louder, shaking the walls and rattling the windows.
Students exchange uneasy glances as Mr. Abarai tries to dismiss it. **“Oh? Well that’s odd , an earthquake maybe? ”**
But the shaking intensifies, and Shin’s eyes narrow, his instincts flaring. Suddenly, he shouts, **“GET OUT OF THE WAY!”**
The ceiling collapses in an explosion of dust and debris. Chaos erupts as students scream and scramble for cover. Acting quickly, Shin pulls Kenshin out of harm’s way, while Dante grabs Karin and shields her.
**“Everyone okay?”** Kenshin yells, his voice hoarse. The students shout back, confirming they’re fine—except for one girl who’s pinned under a large piece of rubble. Kenshin and Shin rush to her side, struggling to free her.
As they lift the rubble, Shin’s senses prick with unease. He looks around, his heart pounding as he spots something monstrous emerging from the ceiling. A huge, grotesque Hollow peaks its head out and observes, looking for something almost.
Shin’s expression hardens. **“Kenshin, we need to move—now!”**
Kenshin glances at the terrified students behind them and shakes his head. **“We can’t leave them. That thing could hurt someone!”**
The beast now finds what it wanted. kenshin.
Shin curses under his breath. **“Fine. We’ll lure it away.”**

It slams down onto the floor raising it’s spiritual power
causing most of the students to fall asleep, now inching towards the two
They come up with a desperate plan: distract the creature and lead it toward a weak section of rubble to create an escape route. Shin taunts the Hollow, drawing its attention, while Kenshin positions himself.
But it doesn’t seem to care and locks eyes with kenshin only and pounces towards kenshin
Kenshin moving out of the way just in a nick of time
It attacks him again, sending him crashing into the classroom door
**“AGCKH!”**kenshin groans
**“KENSHIN!”**shin yells
Kenshin looks up at the creature one more time realizing what it’s after and decides.

**“SHIN! CHANGE OF PLANS, IT’S ME THAT IT’S AFTER I’LL DISTRACT IT,AND YOU GET EVERYONE TO SAFETY!”** kenshin now runs off into the hall

WHAT?! NO! YOU IDIOT YOU’LL DIE! Shin runs to the doorway worried but he trust’s Kenshin will be ok with how fast a runner he is. “Damnit ok” he looks at the other students and goes to help them out of the room.
Kenshin and the hollow rush through the hall turning every corner until a dead end
The hollow approaches kenshin
**“Finally, *it lets out a barking noise as laughter* you’ve got legs boy, BUT NO BRAIN”**
Kenshin shook by its voice and ability to speak.
it rushes in to attack, kenshin now looking for ways to dodge knowing it’s probably futile but then time seems to slow
only for a blur of movement to intercept the attack.
A man in a bucket hat stands between Kenshin and the Hollow, effortlessly blocking the creature’s fist.
**“Who… who are you?”** Kenshin stammers.
The man doesn’t look back, his voice calm but firm. **“Now’s not the time for introductions.”**
Turning his attention to the Hollow, the man addresses it directly. **“A Hollow this bold inside the living world? What are you doing here?”**
Kenshin blinks in confusion. **“ a Hollow?”** he mutters to himself.
“RrrrGhrr YOU’RE IN MY WAAAY!”the hollow growls
The creature lunges again, but the man counters with a devastating blow from behind, sending it flying towards kenshin crashing through the wall and outside the building. **“W- woah”** Kenshin ducks and exclaims. the man jumps out of the hole in the wall disappearing into the wind
“He- he’s gone” says kenshin
Kenshin sees the hollow fall to the ground and dart off now disappearing into the bush cover behind the school
Kenshin is now filled with more questions than answers
Kenshin! Shin says as he rounds the corner “Phew your safe”shin says relieved
Outside, emergency responders arrive, ushering the students to safety.
The students outside are talking about the “earthquake” and about how faulty and weak the school building must be
Shin pulls Kenshin to his feet, both of them visibly shaken. **“We should get out of here before anymore weird stuff happens”** Shin says, his tone serious.
The school is dismissed for the day, with students sent home as repairs begin. Kenshin walks alongside Shin out of the building, his mind racing with thoughts about the strange man and the monstrous creature. **“What the hell was that thing?”** Kenshin finally asks.

Scene Aftermath of hollow
As the remaining students leave the school grounds, Shin realizes that Kenshin has disappeared. Concerned, he begins searching through the nearby streets, scanning the area for any sign of his friend. His worry grows as he remembers the strange events of the day—the Hollow, the mysterious man, and Kenshin’s shaken demeanor.
Just as Shin rounds a corner near the school, he bumps into Karin, who is also on her way home. She raises an eyebrow at him.
**“What’s the rush, Shin? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”**
**“It’s Kenshin,”** Shin replies, slightly out of breath. **“He wandered off somewhere. I thought he might’ve been with you.”**
Karin frowns, crossing her arms. **“No, I haven’t seen him.he still does that?”**
Shin tilts his head. **“What do you mean?”**
Karin sighs, leaning against a nearby wall. **“ It’s his way of dealing with things—getting some air, being alone with his thoughts. It’s been like that since we were kids. Just leave him be”**
Shin blinks, surprised by her insight. **“You’ve known him that long?”**
**“Yeah,”** Karin replies, her tone softening. **“He’s always been like this, especially after his dad… you know…”**
Shin’s eyes widen slightly. **“What happened to his dad?”**
Karin hesitates, looking away. **“He grew up without him but this isn’t my story to tell It’s a tough subject, Kenshin doesn’t like talking about it,but you should take that up with him your self.”**
Shin absorbs this information, feeling a new layer of respect and understanding for his friend.,

“You know karin, you’re not too bad when your not kicking somebody ’” said shin gratefully

Her soft expression shifts to a more stern and annoyed one “oh bug off”
“ehehehe”
Later that evening, Kenshin sits in his dimly lit room, the soft hum of the evening breeze drifting through his open window. His mind races, replaying the chaos from earlier—the Hollow, the mysterious stranger, and the ominous voice in the alley. He stares at his hands, clenching and unclenching his fists.
**“Was it real? Or am I losing it?”** he mutters. His gaze drifts to his reflection in the window. **“No… it had to be real. There’s no way I imagined all of that.”**
The muffled sounds of his family moving about the house draw him back to reality. With a deep sigh, he gets up to grab a snack from the kitchen, hoping to distract himself.

Scene: Shin Arrives
As Kenshin heads downstairs, a knock at the front door interrupts him. Confused, he hesitates for a moment before opening it. Standing there is Shin, his expression serious but tinged with worry.
**“Shin? What are you doing here?”**
**“We need to talk,”** Shin replies, his tone leaving no room for argument. **“Come outside.”**
The two step onto the porch, the faint glow of the moon illuminating their surroundings. They sit side by side on the wooden steps, the silence between them heavy.
**“You looked out of it earlier,”** Shin starts. **“I figured you’d need someone to talk to.”**
Kenshin hesitates before speaking. **“It’s just… today was a lot, you know? I’ve never seen anything like that creature before. And that man… Who was he? Why did he call it a Hollow?”**
Shin percs up at the word hollow. He exhales slowly, his gaze fixed on the ground. **“I can’t answer all your questions but maybe someday the answers will come.”**
They lapse into silence again before Kenshin asks, **“What about you? What’s your story, Shin?”**
Shin’s expression softens, and he leans back slightly. **“I lost my mom a few years ago. She… she was everything to me. After she died, I felt lost for a long time. But then I realized I had to keep moving forward, for her.”**
Kenshin nods, understanding the pain behind Shin’s words. **“I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”**
I didn’t change much for this part but it felt almost odd and out of place a little awkward too
Before Shin can respond, a piercing scream cuts through the night air, sending a chill down both their spines. They exchange a glance before hearing a familiar, guttural growl echo in the distance.

Scene: The Chase
Kenshin springs to his feet, his heart pounding. **“That’s it! It’s back!”**
**“Wait!”** Shin shouts, grabbing his arm. **“You don’t even know what you’re dealing with!”**
But Kenshin pulls free, his determination overriding his fear. Exactly! So their's only one way to find out**”**
**“THIS FOOL—HE’S GONNA GET HIMSELF KILLED!”** Shin shouts after him, gritting his teeth. Reluctantly, he takes off after Kenshin.
The two race through the quiet streets, following the sounds of the growling hollow They skid to a stop at a open empty street where the massive Hollow looms over a terrified young girl. Its glowing yellow eyes snap toward the newcomers, and a chilling grin spreads across its mask.

Scene: Confronting the Hollow
**“Shin, get her out of here!”** Kenshin orders, stepping forward.
**“You can’t fight that thing-”** Shin protests, but Kenshin cuts him off.
**“Just do it! Please!”**
Reluctantly, Shin moves toward the girl, grabbing her before the hollow could get his hands on her. shielding her as he leads her away from the monster. Meanwhile, Kenshin squares off against the Hollow, his fists trembling but his resolve unwavering.
He lunges forward, throwing a punch at the creature’s leg, but it barely flinches. The Hollow retaliates, swiping at Kenshin with its massive claws. He ducks and rolls, narrowly avoiding the attack.
**“You’re fast,”** the Hollow growls, its voice guttural and mocking. **“But speed won’t save you.”** as the hollow kicks shin away and grabs the little girl holding her over his head **“Why don’t you try to attack me I’m sure this poor innocent soul would love to get demolished”**
Kenshin stops as he grits his teeth, trying to find an opening, but the creature ligers the girl over them using her as leverage. With a laugh, the Hollow speaks again:
**“You reek of strength, boy. That’s why I came to your school. To consume your soul. It’s… delicious.”**
Kenshin freezes, his mind racing. **“I Knew it. So everyone WAS put in danger because of me.”**
The thought shakes him, but before he can react, the Hollow lunges again. This time, its claws graze his side, sending him tumbling to the ground.
The revelation leaves Kenshin paralyzed, his mind a whirlwind of guilt and fear. The realization that his very existence might put others in danger weighs heavily on him. Before he can react, the Hollow lunges, its massive claws wrapping around him like a vice.
Pinned, Kenshin struggles to break free, the Hollow’s dark energy sapping his strength. Shin watches from a distance, his expression shifting from shock to distress as he sees Kenshin’s anguish. In that moment, Shin recalls a haunting memory—an incident from his past when his inability to act led to devastation. That same suffocating guilt had once consumed him, leaving scars that never fully healed. The image of that day flashes in his mind, reigniting his determination.
Shin clenches his fists, muttering to himself, **“I won’t let this happen again. Not this time.”** He reaches into his pocket and pulls out what looks like an ornate candy dispenser. He pops one of the capsules into his mouth, and in an instant, a dramatic transformation occurs. His physical body collapses lifelessly to the ground, but standing above it is Shin in a black robe, his Zanpakutō gleaming in hand.
Kenshin stares in disbelief, his voice trembling. **“Shin… What… what are you?”**

Shin steps forward, his resolve clear. **“I’m a Soul Reaper,. And I’m going to end this now.”**
The hollow now grabs a distracted kenshin
The Hollow lets out a guttural laugh, mocking Shin’s bold declaration. **“You? End me? What could a brat like you possibly hope to achieve?”**
*Shin readies himself*
Now tell me rrunt, which do i devour first, so delicious how about both at the same time” * the beast opens it’s jaws and brings the two closer to it’s mouth*

Without hesitation, Shin moves with blinding speed at the hollow, But the hollow uses his hand with the girl in a flash clenching tightly and waving her in from of shin,

“NUH UH UUUUH”,it says like a true troll but shin acted quickly and slammed his sword to the ground causing him to ricochet toward’s the hand kenshin was in and severe the hollow’s hand clean off freeing kenshin.
The hollow was bewildered and caught off guard yelling in pain but tried to maintain his composure

It the directs it’s shriek toward shin paralyzing him mid air for a few seconds
The monster uses this time to get the jump on shin and slams him to the ground near kenshin with arm that had a severed hand.
one knee. A wave of weakness washes over him—his energy is fading fast.**”what’s happening, somethings wrong”**
, coughing violently as blood drips from the corner of his mouth. Kenshin rushes to his side, desperation etched across his face. **“Shin! Are you okay?”**
Struggling to stand, Shin looks up at Kenshin, his voice weak but determined. **“There’s only one way to stop this thing now… Kenshin, I have to transfer my Soul Reaper powers to you.”**
Kenshin’s eyes widened. **“What? That’s insane! What will happen to you ?”**

Shin nods solemnly. **“I don’t know But right now, you’re the only one who can finish this.

Kenshin expression turns to a mix of emotions as he struggles to think properly on what to do
If we don’t do this,not just us. But hundreds…”** He grips his sword. And kenshin looks back at the hollows as it licks it’s wound**“ no….”** said shin, “thousands” kenshin wincing at the thought of knowing what comes next. “Will die” said shin hopelessly.
Kenshin only imagining is already frustrated”ALRIGHT! I’LL DO IT COME ON WE DON’T HAVE MUCH TIME!”
. Shin nods with determination places the hilt of his Zanpakutō against Kenshin’s chest, and a radiant light engulfs them both. Kenshin gasps as an overwhelming surge of energy floods his body. His school uniform transforms into a black Soul Reaper robe, and in his hand materializes a sword, pulsing with spiritual energy.
The Hollow, sensing the shift in power, hesitates
“Hrnmm?”
Kenshin gives a rough look at the beast not saying a word but a thousand were spoken with just that short glance.

The tension builds on the battlefield
…
**“GGRAAAUUUGHHHH”** the creature sends it arm with no hand and kenshin but he just on top of the arm and sends a wave of energy slicing it’s other arm with gir inl it setting her free she now runs to shin to feel safe ,
Now i can end i end you for real this time

The creature now knowing it’s out of options uses it’s technique from earlier at the school creating a mist surrounding itself and kenshin hoping to cause him to sleep so it can eat him and get away
Kenshin sends a wave of energy directly at the hollow’s torso through the smoke however, causing an explosion clearing some of the fog but not all and the hollow submerges itself into mist once more,
the creature now sends a kick from the mist but kenshin avoids it and slashes it’s leg off causing the hollow to lose it’s balance and fall over kenshin jumps out of the smoke directly in front of the full moon he charges his blade up once more and sends a big wave of energy down on the dastardly hollow ending it once and for all.
Shin utterly gobsmacked his useless ass couldn’t believe how cool it was to see Kenshin fight like that.
Kenshin falls to the ground panting heavily as he lands on his feet
“Kenshin you did it! that was incredible!”shin said happily in admiration
Kenshin turns to shin who’s behind him giving a thumbs up hiding his want to collapse to the ground.
“Now come on let’s deal with this litte girl, quickly” shin says
He gestures toward the spirit of the young girl who had been held captive by the hollow**““You need to perform a konso on her.”**
Kenshin raised an eyebrow, confused. “A… what?”
Shin sighed, crossing his arms. “It’s a konso. You use the end of your sword’s guard to send good spirits over to the Soul Society. Basically, it’s like sending them to what you people call heaven.”
Kenshin blinked, still processing the explanation. “You just… tap them on the forehead or something?”
Shin nodded, motioning toward the girl. “Exactly. Use the guard, press it to her forehead, and say konso. It’ll help her move on.”
Understanding now, Kenshin walked over to the spirit of the girl, kneeling beside her. His expression softened as he spoke gently, comforting her. “It’s okay. You’re going to a better place. Somewhere peaceful. I promise.”
He gripped his Zanpakuto and rested the end of the guard softly against her forehead. “KONSO!”
a soft light envelops her form. “You’re free now,” he says softly, watching as her spirit fades into the sky.
As the light dims, Kenshin collapses, his body finally giving out. Shin, with the last of his strength, drags himself toward Kenshin’s side. Together, they lay on the ground, battered but alive.
Shin’s voice echoes in Kenshin’s mind as shin looks to the stars above him : **“This is just the beginning, Kenshin. The world you’ve stepped into… it’s far greater than you or I could ever imagine.”**
The words linger as the episode concludes with the caption:
TO BE CONTINUED.

"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.

it needs to be in color Part Two: The Decline
Three months later.
The tent was half-empty.
Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up.
She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin.
Nothing.
The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore.
After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears.
"Pathetic."
She turned.
The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed.
"Sir, I—"
"The crowds are leaving because of you." the ring master said His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt."
Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—"
"I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent."
The words hit like a punch to the gut.
"You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that."
He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor.
Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands.
Slowly, she let them drop.
They clattered to the ground, extinguished.
Weeks passed.

🖤 PLANCHE 3 — Le temps insiste

Fonction narrative : transition
Style : manga noir et blanc
Ambiance : répétition, fatigue, hiver intérieur
Nombre de cases : 6

Âge

Début de planche : 7–8 ans

Fin de planche : 12–13 ans
👉 Le saut se fait visuellement, sans texte explicatif.

Tenue (CONSTAMMENT LA MÊME)

haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale

pantalon large déchiré

pieds nus

vêtements trop grands au début, un peu moins à la fin
👉 Même tenue = le temps passe, pas les moyens.

🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN MOYEN (début)

Description visuelle :
Même mur que la planche 2.
Aris enfant (7–8 ans) est assis au sol, dos au mur.
Une affiche devant lui.
Il essaie encore de lire.

Ambiance :
Déjà-vu.

Texte (petit, hésitant) :
« m… a… »

🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN SERRÉ (détail)

Description visuelle :
Ses doigts sont sales, un peu abîmés.
Ils suivent maladroitement une ligne de texte.

Ambiance :
L’effort est réel, le résultat nul.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN MOYEN (ellipse)

Description visuelle :
Même mur.
Même posture.
Mais Aris est un peu plus grand (10–11 ans).
Les affiches ont changé, se sont accumulées.

Ambiance :
Le monde avance. Lui, à peine.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 4 — PLAN SERRÉ (visage)

Description visuelle :
Aris 12–13 ans.
Traits plus tirés.
Regard fatigué.
Il lit lentement, syllabe par syllabe.

Texte (haché, lent) :
« mar… ché… pa… »

🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN

Description visuelle :
Aris s’arrête.
Il ferme les yeux.
Sa tête touche le mur.

Ambiance :
Épuisement, pas abandon.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE

Description visuelle :
Aris se relève et s’éloigne.
Il est maintenant adolescent, plus grand, toujours maigre.
Le mur est couvert d’affiches.

Ambiance :
Il n’a pas gagné.
Mais il n’a pas arrêté.

Texte :
Aucun.

🎯 Ce que cette planche fait (important)

montre la durée

justifie la lecture plus tard

prépare la planche 4 (les livres jetés)

renforce le caractère obstiné d’Aris

aucune victoire

🖤 PLANCHE 2 — Essayer de lire

Âge d’Aris : 7–8 ans
Style : manga noir et blanc, fantasy médiévale
Ambiance : tension silencieuse, maladresse enfantine
Nombre de cases : 6

🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN MOYEN

Description visuelle :
Rue étroite de la grande ville.
Murs en pierre couverts d’affiches écrites.
Aris, enfant de 7–8 ans, marche lentement le long du mur.

Aris (tenue) :

haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale, trop grand

manches trop longues

pantalon large déchiré, trop long

pieds nus, sales

Il lève la tête vers les affiches, trop hautes pour lui.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (mur)

Description visuelle :
Une affiche abîmée, pleine de texte serré.
Les lettres sont petites, complexes, irrégulières.
Certaines parties sont déchirées ou effacées.

Ambiance :
Incompréhensible pour un enfant.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (Aris)

Description visuelle :
Aris se met sur la pointe des pieds pour lire.
Son visage est concentré mais perdu.
Bouche entrouverte, sourcils froncés.

Texte (très petit, hésitant) :
« m… a… »

🟦 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (main)

Description visuelle :
Le doigt d’Aris suit une ligne de texte…
puis glisse, se trompe, s’arrête au mauvais endroit.

Ambiance :
Échec immédiat, maladresse.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN

Description visuelle :
Aris baisse la tête.
Ses épaules retombent.
Les affiches restent là, immobiles, au-dessus de lui.

Ambiance :
Frustration silencieuse, incompréhension.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE

Description visuelle :
Aris s’éloigne du mur.
Il est petit dans la rue, dos voûté.
Les affiches sont derrière lui.

Ambiance :
Il n’a pas appris.
Il essaiera encore.

Texte :
Aucun.

🔒 RAPPEL CANON (à ne plus changer)

Aris 7–8 ans

tenue kimono blanc sale, pantalon déchiré

pieds nus

aucune réussite, aucun progrès

juste l’envie et l’échec

Scene 1: The Return
Wide panel: Team 0 walks through the village gates at dusk. The sky is orange, the air tense. Villagers glance at them with awe and unease.
Narration box:
After surviving the Riftborn encounter, Team 0 returns — changed.
Jaden (arms crossed, Byakugan deactivated):
“Tch. That wasn’t a C-rank mission.”
Isaiah (low voice, eyes scanning rooftops):
“They sent us out there on purpose.”
Shawn (mask cracked, cloak torn):
“They wanted to see what we’d become.”

Scene 2: Hokage’s Office
Interior panel: The Hokage stands at the window, arms behind his back. Kuroda leans against the wall, arms folded.
Hokage:
“You faced a Riftborn. And lived.”
Kuroda:
“They didn’t just survive. They adapted.”
Cut to close-up of Shawn’s eye — the 1-Tomoe Hoshigan spinning slowly.
Hokage:
“Then it’s time.”

Scene 3: Graduation Ceremony
Wide panel: The academy courtyard is filled with students. Team 0 stands apart — Shawn masked, Jaden with his one-sleeve shirt and spiked hair, Isaiah with his fur collar and dreadlocks.
Headmaster (announcing):
“Shawn. Jaden. Isaiah. Step forward.”
Close-up: The Hokage ties a headband around Shawn’s forehead.
Hokage (softly):
“You’re no longer students. You’re shinobi.”

Scene 4: Private Moment — Rooftop
Night panel: Shawn sits on a rooftop, mask off, staring at the stars. His Hoshigan glows faintly.
Shawn (thinking):
“This eye… it’s not just power. It’s a key.”

Scene 5: Training Grounds — Jaden
Action panel: Jaden trains alone, sweat flying as he strikes a wooden post. His Byakugan activates mid-strike.
Jaden (gritting teeth):
“If I’m gonna protect them… I need more.”

Scene 6: Isaiah’s Reflection
Interior panel: Isaiah stands before a mirror. His reflection flickers — for a moment, it’s not him. It’s… something else.
Isaiah (quietly):
“What am I becoming?”

Scene 7: The Riftborn Watch
Dark chamber panel: The masked Riftborn cultist watches a projection of Team 0.
Cultist:
“The Hoshigan awakens. The Mutation stabilizes. The Byakugan adapts.”
A voice from the shadows replies:
Unknown Voice:
“Let them grow. When the seal breaks… they’ll remember who they were.”

Scene 8: Final Panel — Team 0
Full-page spread: Team 0 stands on a cliff at dawn, headbands gleaming, eyes forward.
Narration box:
They were forged in shadow.
Tempered by truth.
And now… they’re ready to face the Rift.

$In a world where a few can bend probability through raw will, a quiet drifter named Kai Kurozawa discovers his gift isn’t luck—it’s a loaded weapon. Each choice twists the odds, but the universe charges interest. SERIES BIBLE (Concise) Power System — Will / Odds / Backlash • Dwellers: Rare individuals who can impose Tacks (micro‐edits to probability) via focused Will. • Odds: A visualized “grain” of reality; Dwellers sense vectors of likely outcomes as shimmering filaments. • Tacks: Intentional nudges (“make that rope snap,” “let the bus be 8 seconds late”). Each Tack accrues Fate Friction—stress that rebounds later as Backlash (nosebleeds → fractures → catastrophic karmic events). • Edges: Personal rituals or anchors (coin flips, mantras) that stabilize Will and reduce friction. • Zeroshift (mythic tier, late series): A liminal state where Odds are a silent ocean and Will is a blade—do not reveal yet. World • Haven District: Port-city sprawl; rusted rooftops, market alleys, flooded underpass murals. • Glassline Metro: Arteries of the city; reflective tunnels where odds feel “loud.” • The Quiet: A rumored zone where Odds stop moving—foreshadowing endgame forces. Factions • Municipal Risk Office (MRO): Bureau that tracks statistical anomalies; polite on paper, predatory in practice. • The Erased: Black-bag unit rumored to “remove” unstable Dwellers. Recurring Antagonists • Rael, “The Eraser”: Uncanny calm; his talent dampens other Dwellers’ Tacks in close range. He is the city’s whispered full stop. • Anti-Kai (Kairo Tsukami): Never named on-page yet. Thematic opposite of Kai—fixes outcomes by stealing other people’s Will. Themes • Choice vs. inevitability, the cost of power, anonymity in crowds, the math of mercy. VISUAL STYLE GUIDE (for art consistency) • Line: Clean, high-contrast inks; thin outline on faces, heavy shadows on urban geometry. • Tone: Filmic noir with sharp whites for the “Odds” filaments. • Odds Visualization: Fine hairline threads and moiré patterns drifting off objects; when Kai focuses, threads bloom like dandelion seeds frozen mid-gust. • SFX: Minimalist lettering, small caps with long em dashes for sustained sounds (e.g., VRRR—). • Panel Rhythm: Quiet micro-panels for intention → explode into wide panels for consequence. CAST (Core + Non-Dwellers — at least 5) Kai Kurozawa (17) • A drifter with a coin ritual. Soft voice, sharp eyes. Edge: Coin Flip. • Quirk: Counts his breaths when deciding; breath 7 is commitment. • Flaw: Terrified of being the cause. Mei Arakawa (19) — Journalism student, street photographer. Non-Dweller. • Brave to a fault; sees patterns in people. Keeps instant camera on wrist. Jun “Switch” Tanaka (18) — Electronics stall kid; builds things from city trash. Non-Dweller. • Grease smudges, perpetual grin, a tool roll like a scroll. Aya Mori (20) — Med student volunteering at a night clinic. Non-Dweller. • Steady hands; refuses to look away from ugly truths. Inspector Haruto Ishii (34) — MRO field officer. Non-Dweller. • Polite, dry, exhausted; catalogues “anomaly sites.” Koji Nakamura (52) — Market grocer. Non-Dweller. • Kind man, jokes in proverbs. (Mark as at risk in early arcs.) Daichi (12) — Rooftop runner, orphan. Non-Dweller. • Knows every shortcut; sells maps he draws by hand. Rael (??) — “The Eraser.” Dweller. • Neutral face; shoes make no sound. The city gets quiet when he arrives. HIDDEN SEEDS in Chapter One • Page 3: A passerby with a ring—three triangular prongs. Later revealed as an Erased marker. • Page 17: Black van reflection in puddle (MRO plate pattern: 131-21). • Page 28: Blank spot in Kai’s Odds vision (Rael’s signature dampening at distance). • Final Page: A second coin in gutter, heads scratched with a thin inverted cross (Anti-Kai sigil—unexplained). CHAPTER ONE: PAGE-BY-PAGE SCRIPT & STORYBOARD Length: 36 pages (tankōbon pacing). Goal: Introduce Kai, demonstrate low-tier Tack, show cost, hook with a moral pivot.$

Titre : L'Écho de l'Ombre (Kage no Kodō)

Genre : Seinen / Fantastique Urbain / Drame
Thème : Le poids des non-dits et l'acceptation de soi.

1. Le Pitch

Dans la mégalopole de Shinjuku, une étrange maladie appelée "L'Ombre Lourde" frappe ceux qui répriment trop intensément leurs émotions. Leur ombre gagne en épaisseur, en noirceur, et finit par prendre une forme monstrueuse qui agit à leur place pendant la nuit. Kaito, un lycéen effacé qui ne dit jamais "non", voit son ombre commencer à se détacher du sol...

2. Personnages Principaux

Kaito (17 ans) : Toujours souriant, il évite les conflits à tout prix. Son ombre est devenue anormalement longue et griffue.

Hana : Une "Tisseuse d'Ombre" excentrique qui porte des lunettes spéciales pour voir la véritable forme des émotions. Elle devient le mentor réticent de Kaito.

3. Structure de l'histoire (Format "One-Shot")

Acte I : L'anomalie

Kaito subit les brimades d'un camarade de classe sans réagir. En rentrant chez lui, il passe devant une vitrine et remarque que son reflet est normal, mais que son ombre dans le miroir étrangle l'ombre du reflet du camarade. Pris de panique, il rencontre Hana qui l'avertit : "Si tu ne cries pas ce que tu penses, ton ombre finira par hurler à ta place."

Acte II : La rupture

Le soir même, alors que la frustration de Kaito atteint son paroxysme, son ombre se détache partiellement et commence à saccager sa chambre. Kaito réalise que l'ombre s'apprête à sortir pour s'en prendre à ceux qu'il déteste secrètement. Il doit la poursuivre à travers les toits de la ville. Le combat n'est pas physique, mais mental : plus Kaito nie sa colère, plus l'ombre grandit.

Acte III : La fusion

Kaito rattrape son ombre devant la maison de son oppresseur. Au lieu de combattre l'ombre, il l'enlace. Il accepte enfin sa propre colère et ses faiblesses. L'ombre se stabilise et reprend sa place au sol. Elle ne disparaît pas, mais elle change de forme : elle porte désormais un petit détail qui reflète la personnalité authentique de Kaito.

4. Note d'intention visuelle

Contrastes forts : Utilisation massive du noir (aplats d'encre) pour les ombres.

Symbolisme : Les émotions refoulées apparaissent comme des chaînes brisées autour de l'ombre de Kaito.

Rythme : Des cases très denses et oppressantes au début, qui s'aèrent et deviennent plus lumineuses vers la fin.

📘 Estructura de 12 Paneles: "El Auto que quería Cariño"

Panel 1: El Escenario

Visual: Un galpón rural polvoriento. Al fondo, un auto viejo cubierto de una capa de polvo blanca (como harina). El Ogre Bueni entra con una linterna.

Diálogo (Ogre): —Che auto… ¿hoy querés arrancar?

Prompt Manga: Wide shot, dusty barn interior. An old, boxy classic car covered in thick white dust. Friendly ogre entering. Manga linework, screentones.

Panel 2: El Rechazo

Visual: Primer plano del faro del auto que parece un ojo soñoliento. Una burbuja de texto sale del motor.

Diálogo (Auto): —No… ay, no… déjenme dormir…

Prompt Manga: Close-up of the car's headlight looking like a sleepy eye. Text bubble coming from the engine. Grumpy expression.

Panel 3: El Sapo Churro

Visual: Sapo Aldo toca el auto con un dedo y se llena de polvo. Está blanco de pies a cabeza. El Ogre y la Vaca Bueni miran asombrados.

Diálogo (Aldo): —¡Ay, parezco un churro! ¡Ja, ja!

Prompt Manga: Small toad named Aldo covered in white dust. He looks like a "churro" (powdered snack). Comedy manga style, speed lines.

Panel 4: El Gato Salvador

Visual: Un gato entra con una aspiradora vieja y ruidosa que rebota por el suelo (Boom, boom).

Diálogo (Gato): —¡Acá vengo a salvar el día!

Prompt Manga: Smug cat dragging a retro vacuum cleaner. Tail held high. Dynamic perspective. SFX: BOOM BOOM.

Panel 5: El Caos de la Limpieza

Visual: La aspiradora encendida a máxima potencia (FIIIUUU). El gato sale volando hacia atrás por la succión, con los pelos de punta.

Diálogo (Gato): —¡Me dejó el pelo como nube!

Prompt Manga: Action panel. Vacuum sucking air violently. Cat flying backwards with static, puffy fur. High energy, chaotic manga effect.

Panel 6: El Gran Esfuerzo

Visual: Todos empujan el auto. La Vaca con la nariz, los sapos por atrás, el Ogre de un costado. El auto está plantado y hace sonar la bocina molesto.

Diálogo (Vaca): —Está haciendo capricho.

Prompt Manga: Group effort. Ogre, cow, and toads straining to push the car. Sweat drops. SFX: HONK! (Bocina).

Panel 7: La Sabiduría del Pato

Visual: El Pato Bueni llega caminando tranquilo con aire de profesor mientras el Sapo Pepe se ríe en el suelo.

Diálogo (Pato): —¿Probaste preguntarle qué quiere?

Prompt Manga: Duck with a small bowtie looking wise. Sapo Pepe laughing in the background. Calm vs Chaos.

Panel 8: El Secreto Revelado

Visual: El Ogre se agacha frente al paragolpes, escuchando con atención. El auto susurra.

Diálogo (Auto): —Yo quiero que me laven…

Prompt Manga: Emotional panel. Ogre leaning close to the car's grill. Tiny, shaky text bubble. Sweet moment.

Panel 9: El Spa del Campo

Visual: Montaje de limpieza. La Vaca tira agua, los sapos frotan las ruedas y el gato limpia los vidrios mientras canta.

Prompt Manga: Montage panel. Multiple small scenes of the animals scrubbing and washing the car. Bubbles and sparkles everywhere.

Panel 10: ¡Como Nuevo!

Visual: El auto brilla intensamente. Los personajes se tapan los ojos por el reflejo del sol en la carrocería.

Diálogo (Gato): —¡Epa! ¡Parece un auto último modelo!

Prompt Manga: The car is sparkling white/silver. Intense light glints (shoujo manga sparkles). Characters looking impressed.

Panel 11: ¡Arranca!

Visual: El Ogre gira la llave. Humo feliz sale del escape y el motor ruge con fuerza. Los sapos saltan del susto.

Diálogo (Sapos): —¡Ah! ¡Nos asustó!

Prompt Manga: Dynamic engine start. "VROOM" SFX in big letters. Toads jumping in mid-air from surprise.

Panel 12: Final Feliz

Visual: El auto manejando solito llevando las cajas, todos los animales saludando y riendo.

Diálogo (Vaca): —Solo necesitaba cariño… y un baño.

Prompt Manga: Wide shot. Car driving happily towards the horizon (or boxes). All characters waving. Heart icons. "FIN".

The sterile whiteness of the hospital room blurred with the hum of unseen machines. Kaito’s eyelids fluttered, breaking a five-year silence wrapped in a coma’s cold embrace. A faint pulse echoed in his ears—the relentless tick of time moving forward while he had been frozen in stillness. His fingers twitched, then his hand, before the rest of his body slowly obeyed the slow, unfamiliar commands of awakening.

When his eyes finally opened, the world seemed alien—sterile, yet imbued with a subtle hum of technology he barely recognized. A soft blue glow traced the edges of the ceiling. The machine monitors beeped erratically as he awoke, but no one was there. The place felt deserted, abandoned even; no nurses, no doctors, just the cold, humming machines and emptiness.

He tried to sit up, muscles trembling with disuse. The weight of years pressed down, but his mind, ever sharp beneath the fog, pushed him forward. A faint vibration from a small device near his bed caught his attention. He reached for it—an AI assistant, its interface softly flashing. A monotone voice broke the silence: “Welcome back, Kaito. You have been asleep for 1,826 days.”

His heart skipped. Five years—gone in a blink. Questions swelled unbidden. What had changed? What had moved on without him?

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, the world tilting for a moment before steadying. His reflection in a nearby glass pane showed a pale, gaunt face framed by tousled black hair. He ran a hand through it, trying to anchor himself.

Determined, he pushed through the hospital’s sliding doors, stepping into the corridor bathed in dim, diffused light. No bustling staff, no patients filing about, only the soft buzz of automated cleaners gliding silently. A notice screen flickered with messages—“AI Integration Complete. Human Workforces Suspended as of 2034.” Kaito blinked. Human workforces? Suspended?

The hallways stretched empty and echoing, the faint mechanical whir of ventilation systems the only sound. His footsteps seemed too loud here, reverberating off cold, sterile walls.

Outside, the sprawling cityscape of Eos sprawled beneath an ashen dawn, suffused with a damp humidity that clung to his skin. Neon lights flickered unevenly along shadowed glass towers. Holographic billboards pulsed with cold, repetitive slogans: “Efficiency through AI: Humanity’s New Dawn.” The message felt hollow against the silence.

Not a single person moved among the streets. Shops stood dark and barren; machines tended to the streets with unblinking precision. Automated cars glided smoothly without drivers.

Kaito paused by a cracked window, peering inside a café. Empty chairs were arranged neatly; cups still steamed faintly. A quiet hum of AI workers tidied the space with practiced precision.

This isn’t a city anymore, he thought — it’s a ghost town run by machines.

His mind raced. Newsflash screens on distant buildings flickered snippets of information about the tightening grip of the Solaris Authority and the booming memory economy that seemed to pulse beneath this eerie calm.

Kaito’s steps quickened, a wave of disbelief crashing within him. The world had shifted, spun forward on invisible gears while he lay silent. He clung to the hope of reaching home—his sanctuary in this new, unnerving silence—needing to grasp the fragments of his past and find a way forward.

The neon sign above the trailer buzzed with the irritable hum of a dying insect. It read Ground support, thought the 'U' in ground was flickering out, Leaving the company to announce itself as Grond Support. It fit the aesthetic of the surrounding yard, which was a graveyard of rust excavators, Coils of orange conduit and piles of gravel that looked like forgotten burial mounds. Alex Barry stood at the Chain-link gate, the dust of three state lines coating his black cowboy boots. He was twenty-one, but the shadows under his eyes belonged to a man twice his age. He ran a hand through his short, cropped black hair, wincing as his shirt sleeve rode up. The ink on his forearm, a jagged tribal design he'd gotten in a basement parlor in New Mexico. Hidden again as he yanked the fabric down. He wasn't dealing today, He wasn't running packages. He was trying to vanish and the best place to disappear was beneath the earth.
He pushed open the door to the office trailer. The air conditioning hit him like a physical blow, smelling of stale coffee and toner. “We aren’t buying whatever your selling, kid.” a voice rasped from behind a desk that looked more like a barricade of paperwork. Shane, the owner sat there like a toad on a lily pad. Squeezed into a polo shirt so tight and pristine white that it looked like it had been painted onto his soft, round torso. He didn't look up from his spreadsheet, his pen tapping a frantic rhythm. “I'm not selling,” Alex said his voice rough from days of silence. “I'm looking for work. Sign out front says you need laborers.” Shane finally looked up his eyes narrowing as they swept over Alex. He took in the dust, the nervous energy the way Alex stood with his weight on his back foot, ready to bolt. “I need laborers, Not liabilities. You got a rap sheet? You look like you got a rap sheet. I don't pay for insurance risks.” Alex clenched his jaw. “I work hard. I don't ask questions. That's my resume.” Shane waved his hand. “Get lost,” Returning to his papers. “Go peddle your drama somewhere else. This is a respectable establishment.
Alex turned to leave, his hand gripping the doorknob. It was the same old story. The world saw the grim on him and assumed he was trash. He was about to step back out into the scorching heat when the light in the doorway was suddenly eclipsed. A mountain of a man blocked the exit. This was steel At forty-four, he was a wall of muscle and scar tissue, wearing biker boots that clunked heavily against the cheap linoleum. He had to duck to enter the trailer, his presence immediately sucking the oxygen out of the room. He smelled of diesel and wet earth. Steel looked down at Alex. It wasn't a glare, It was an inspection. He looked at Alex's face, then down to the dusty cowboy boots. “Nice boots,” Steel rumbled. His voice sounded like gravel tumbling inside a cement mixer. Alex didn't flinch “They walk fine.” Steel smirked, a terrifying expression that somehow reached his eyes, He looked past Alex to the man at the desk. “Hire him, Shane.” Shane sputtered, his face turning a shade of indignity pink. “Steel, look at him! Hes a stray. Probably steal the copper wire first chance he gets.” Steel steps closer to the desk. “Kid wears boots like that, he ain't running from work,” Steel said just as another figure steps inside. If steel was a mountain, Mathew was the sapling growing on the cliff edge. The Nineteen Year old squeezed past Steel. Carrying a hydraulic pump over his shoulder with effortless, wiry strength. Long blond hair flowed out from under a hardhat that had been modified with a wide brim, making it like a plastic Stetson. “Morning, Shane! Morning, Steel!” Mathew chirped

I want to tell a story that was happening a anime The anime starting with a boy have the miserable Have the nice and peaceful and Innocent Boy Having a brother He was at 5th class he was just A Chubby boy Playing very joyful And suddenly a pandemic come Corona An earth at the time he was 7th class He was playing with his friends he has a crush She was very beautiful he was seeing her One day She was left From his Street Two summer other foreign country There are both friends they played a lot Have resumed a lot Just memories are left out Then after two years After the Corona went off in 2021 The Boy Go to the School He was become somewhat extrovert Somewhat Introvert And he was very joyful he was playing with his friends joking in the class But he was very innocent Suddenly A new girl Come to his class when he was in 9th When he see her He gets the memories His fast crush When he was in 7th class She Was look like same Exactly like And she was also very friendly with all my members she was the first girl who talk with him Very frequently Even though he was not good at studies She come out of the class for studying Has a private space But he was coming out From class in the form of punishment But she Treated him No other guy in the class But a sudden drama comes out As the people As The new girl And Him as Secret lovers Because of that Both him and the new girl Feel uncomfort The rumour spread All over the class and other classes also That That he Love that new girl and The new girl are Teasing her With The boy name Same as happened to the boy Because of The new girl Friends She called The Boy As Brother but He has Feelings In her Because she was exactly Look like His 7th class Crush Then He’s Heart Very heavy Even though he To avoid Disturbances to Called her sister Then Come to him after the school Over She apologises That because of All my friends and rumour I call you As brother But he was not able to accept He was starting avoiding her After some days After summer holidays He was going to 10 th Class He was on Anger On the 9th class experience He was go to the other section ,Action A to b But the new girl Not come to the college three months After three months She was arrived from nowhere She was Cut her hair About her shoulder level In that time He was in the section B she was in section a As it was only summer holidays after Temporary classes The 10th the senior students already there they have to attend exam These are the 9th class students coming after summer for Summer classes In the summer classes He was Hindi Section B End sudden dramas going on because of he was angry on her he was not talk to her She was also avoided him But some other day She was talking with the other guy Who was not good guy She already have the ex gf End a spoiled kid On a fine day He saw Her The new girl and The toxic guy At the upstairs to the top of the roof And after 30 minutes they come down He was argued with the toxic guy And shouted on Toxic guy But he gave the false Explanation A lie That they were Friends Who was chatting In past three months Before she coming to the School That Give the gift To her Nothing happened at the top I’m then he Blindly trusted the toxic guy But few days after One of the senior Who was friendly with Him Telling that did you know Do you want a kiss But the he And he said What are you talking. Then the senior Show and pointing a girl Who was none other than The new girl Go to her she will give . He was argued with sr Then the Sr Was a close person to him Telling you might not be wrong I’m not telling that you’re wrong but I show you I go to her and ask her You have to listen From beside the door Then the senior go Directly To the new girl Then she replied yes, that she was kissed the Toxic guy And she was telling that she was enjoyed that then Broke up. But the innocent he was Having a positive opinion On the new girl But He was not able to take that She was not her When he was first meet her Then she was trying to talk with him He avoided her , Then the real 10th class was started He was in The B section After some time She was only talking Him in break hours That you have to come to section a Permanently And some of his friends from section a Also wanted to Him To come to the Section a He has a wonderful memories The 10th class was over But he want to talk end of the day with her In the farewell He straightly directly go to Her To tell what he feels But He does not have guts That he Think What happen In this summer classes About the kiss Between new girl and to Toxic guy. And he changes The topic 2 a funny topic Showing some photo Her Telling so funny And telling her your very beautiful in this Dress and comeback, She does not even know What was true About he’s feelings

Can you try generating a manga style version for the chapter 1 of this story for my webtoon? Make it colorful and engaging.

" The Sky We Shared
In the quiet corners of a bustling Manila university, two lives became inextricably linked.
Divine, a woman of deep faith and quiet strength, and Sunshine, a vibrant soul whose optimism acts as a shield against the world's harshness. Their friendship was forged in the fires of late-night study sessions and shared dreams of a future that felt limitless. However, three months before graduation, Divine received a diagnosis that shattered her world: Stage 3 Leukemia.
While the world saw a tragedy, Divine saw a crossroads. Faced with the choice of spending her remaining days in a sterile hospital room hooked to machines, or living out the faith she had always preached, she chose the latter.
She made a pact with Sunshine — not just a bucket list, but a "Sacred Pilgrimage." They would travel from the rustic, stone-walled serenity of Batanes to the majestic, snow-capped heights of Switzerland.
For Divine, it is a journey to meet God in the beauty of His creation before she meets Him in person. For Sunshine, it is an act of desperate love, a vow to be the strength Divine's body no longer possesses.
The journey begins at the northernmost tip of the Philippines — Batanes. Here, the story establishes the rhythm of their bond, a mix of deep, soulful reflections and the lighthearted banter of two modern young women. In the rolling hills of Basco, the physical reality of Divine's illness sets in. The steep climbs leave her breathless, and the medication-induced fatigue tests her resolve.
It is in Batanes that they meet Nana Sabel, an Ivatan elder who teaches them about the Idjang (stone fortresses). She explains that like the stones of Batanes, faith isn't built to prevent the storm, but to survive it. Divine begins to document her journey in a journal she calls "The Book of Graces," writing letters to the family she will eventually leave behind. Sunshine, meanwhile, struggles with "toxic positivity," trying to hide her grief behind a camera lens until a breakdown in Sagada — amidst the hanging coffins and the cold mountain air — forces them to confront the truth: they aren't just traveling to see the world; they are traveling to say goodbye.
As they move into Southeast Asia and Japan, the story introduces the theme of "God's Providence."
In Kyoto, Japan, during the cherry blossom season, Divine's health takes a sharp dip. They find themselves lost in a city where they don't speak the language, and Divine's fever spikes. It is here they meet Sota, an elderly monk,whisking a bowl of matcha with a slow, hypnotic grace. Sota introduces them to Omamori (amulet) with the kanji for "Health" and "Protection" embroidered on the front.
This becomes a metaphor for Divine's life: she is "broken" by cancer, but the gold — her faith and her friendship with Sunshine — makes her more beautiful than if she had never been shattered.
In Thailand and Vietnam, the duo focuses on service. Even in her weakness, Divine insists on volunteering at a local orphanage for a few days. This segment of the book highlights the "heartfelt and realistic" nature of their journey. It isn't just about luxury hotels; it's about the grit of travel, the smell of street food, and the realization that even in pain, one can still give to others.
Sunshine begins to realize that her role isn't just to "save" Divine, but to witness the grace Divine radiates.
By the time they reach Italy and France, Divine's condition becomes increasingly fragile. The "bucket list" items — seeing the Sistine Chapel, walking through the lavender fields of Provence — are achieved with great effort. Every step is a miracle. In Rome, they visit the Vatican, where Divine has a profound spiritual experience. Sitting in the pews of St. Peter's Basilica, she finally finds the words to ask God "Why?" Not out of anger, but out of a desire for peace.
The introduction of Clara, an elderly French woman who lost her daughter to a similar battle, provides Sunshine with the support she desperately needs.
Clara tells Sunshine, "You are not failing her by letting her be weak. You are honoring her by being her witness." The tension in the story peaks in Paris, where Divine suffers a minor stroke. The dream of Switzerland seems to be slipping away. The doctors advise them to fly home, but Divine, with a flicker of her old fire, insists on the final leg of the trip. She knows that Switzerland is where her "Horizon" begins.
The final five chapters take place in the Bernese Oberland and Zermatt. The scenery changes from the vibrant colors of Asia to the pure, blinding white of the Swiss Alps. The air is thin, and Divine is now mostly using a wheelchair, but her spirit is at its peak.
In Grindelwald, they stay in a small chalet. The climax of the book occurs when they take the train to the Jungfraujoch, the "Top of Europe." As they stand on the Sphinx Observatory, surrounded by a sea of clouds and ice, the "True Meaning of Life" is revealed. It isn't about the number of years lived, but the depth of the love shared and the clarity of one's soul.
Divine looks at Sunshine and tells her that she isn't afraid anymore. She realizes that her life wasn't "cut short"; it was "completed" by this journey. Sunshine, finally accepting the inevitable, promises to carry Divine's stories back home.
The book ends not with a "tragedy," but with a sunrise over the Matterhorn — a symbol of the "Eternal Morning" Divine is moving toward. "

$Generatr an image of me in the manga of blue lock facing against hugo right besides eaxh other, im wearing an italian world cup shirt and short while hugo is wearing the france qolr cup kit, im looking at him with my slender man aura behind me (make it loook as realistic as possible) while hugo has his robot character aura behind him, between us is the referee flipping a coin, make it look like manga edition with down sbow a shadow image of the world cup, both of us are carrrying a triangular flag with their nationality on their, i jave my best haircut (looking like jude bellingham's haircut but coily), make it look manga edition with panels dividing the page with this bluelock type drawing down there the narrator say two captain in the final one team to win!!! The stadium had already swallowed the world. Just be creative with myy image dark chocolate skin, with an oblong face, thick eye brows, almond eyes, deffined chick bbone, 6 foot 2, strong posture with a sleeeve. As for he is a 6foot 2 guy with lovely cat eyes with sharp eye lashes sharp eye brows sharp oval face light skinned with a nice fluffy dark hair and strong body posture. Before the match even began, before the roar of the crowd reached its peak, there was only silence—the kind of silence that exists right before destiny decides to speak. At home, you were sitting in a dimly lit room. The TV flickered with highlights of Hugo—France’s cold, mechanical prodigy. Every touch he made looked calculated. Every goal looked inevitable. The commentators called him “the machine.” But to you, he was something else entirely. A wall. A final boss. You leaned forward slowly, eyes locked in, expression unreadable. Outside your window, the wind moved trees like waves. Inside, the only movement was Hugo on the screen—turning defenders into shadows, rewriting matches like they were equations. But your aura… didn’t react. It waited. Because you weren’t watching as a fan. You were studying as a predator. Then it shifted. The screen glitched for a moment—just a flicker—but suddenly the sound of the TV faded, replaced by a deep stadium hum. Your room dissolved. The walls stretched into darkness. And then— You were there. Inside the stadium tunnel. Concrete beneath your feet. Floodlights above, burning white. The smell of grass, sweat, and pressure thicker than air itself. You looked down—your boots undone. Slowly, deliberately, you knelt. The world around you paused as you tied your shoelaces. Each knot wasn’t just preparation. It was transformation. Loop. Pull. Tighten. With every movement, something inside you sharpened.Your posture changed. Your shoulders straightened. Your presence expanded. The sleeve on your arm caught the light, and for a moment, it looked like armor rather than fabric. Behind you, something stirred. A dark, elongated silhouette formed—towering, distorted, almost unnatural. A slender, suffocating aura. Not loud. Not flashy. Just inevitable. On the other side of the tunnel, Hugo stood. France kit perfectly pressed. Eyes glowing faintly like a system running calculations no human could see.Behind him, the air bent. Metallic fragments formed a robotic outline—cold, precise, emotionless. A machine made of victory. No hesitation. No fear. Only execution. Between you both, the tunnel opened into the pitch. And waiting at the center— The referee. Still. Calm. Holding the coin. The world didn’t feel like a stadium anymore. It felt like a courtroom where fate was about to be decided. He raised his hand.The coin shimmered under the lights. And for a split second— Time fractured. You finally stood. Your Italian kit now fully visible, the badge catching light like a declaration of war. Your triangular national flag hung from your hand, fluttering like it had its own heartbeat. Hugo mirrored you across the line. France flag sharp. Controlled. Still. Two captains. Two philosophies. Two monsters shaped by different worlds.The referee flicked the coin. It spun upward—slow at first, then faster, until it became nothing more than a silver blur suspended between heaven and earth. And in that moment— You felt it. Not fear. Not doubt. But recognition. Because across from you, Hugo wasn’t just an opponent. He was the version of greatness the world had already accepted. And you? You were the variable they hadn’t solved yet. The coin began to fall.The stadium held its breath. And your shadow—slender, towering, almost unnatural—leaned forward just slightly… As if already stepping into victory. “Two captains in the final… one team to win.” The narrator’s voice echoed like thunder across reality itself. And when the coin finally hit the ground— Neither of you looked at it first. You looked at each other. Because you already knew. The match didn’t begin at kickoff. It began the moment your eyes refused to blink.$

$# MANGA MANUSCRIPT: "RE:START — THE LOOSER'S CRUCIBLE" ## CHAPTER 1: The Flawless Mask ### **Character Visual Profiles (Manga Color Pages)** * **Ren (Bosh Qahramon):** 14 years old, short stature (158 cm), thin but deceptively dense frame. He has pale white skin and sharp, intensely black hair that sticks straight up in defiant spikes—so coarse and unruly that no comb can ever tame it. He wears his school uniform with the sleeves pulled completely down past his wrists to hide his constantly sweating palms. His eyes are usually downcast and melancholic, but they spark with genius when solving equations. * **Daiki (The Loyal Friend):** 14 years old, tall and lanky with a slight, healthy tan (a bit more yellowish/sun-kissed compared to Ren's pale skin). He has messy, dark blond (mallasoch) hair and wears stylish, rectangular glasses. He has an energetic, warm smile and is always looking out for Ren. * **Yuka (The Class Idol):** 14 years old, classic Japanese manga art style (black-and-white ink aesthetic). She has flawlessly smooth, shoulder-length black hair with perfectly trimmed bangs, large innocent-looking eyes, and a radiant, gentle smile that completely masks the cruel, dark heart underneath. ## CHAPTER 1 SCREENPLAY / MANGA PANEL SCRIPT ### **PAGE 1 (Color Spread)** **Panel 1:** A wide shot of the school gymnasium. The lighting is bright and cheerful. Sunlight pours through the high windows. **Panel 2:** Close-up on a metal pull-up bar. A pair of hands is gripping it tightly. Curiously, the hands are wrapped in a thin layer of moisture, reflecting the gym lights. **Panel 3:** Ren is pulling his chin way above the bar. His spiked black hair defies gravity as his body moves up and down effortlessly. * **SFX:** *Swoosh... Swoosh...* **Panel 4:** Daiki is standing below the bar, holding a clipboard, counting with a massive grin on his face. * **Daiki:** "...11... 12... and 13! Visual lock! Man, your muscle efficiency makes absolutely no sense, Ren!" ### **PAGE 2 (Monochrome / Standard Manga Ink Style)** **Panel 1:** Ren drops down from the bar, landing perfectly on his feet. He looks slightly tired, but his pale face has a rare, genuine smile. He immediately pulls his school uniform sleeves over his palms. * **Ren:** "It’s just mechanical leverage, Daiki. If you calculate the weight-to-strength ratio, anyone our height could do it." **Panel 2:** Daiki slaps Ren playfully on the back, adjusting his glasses with his other hand. * **Daiki:** "Yeah, yeah, Mr. National Exam Rank #1. Don't hit me with physics. Let's get to the classroom before the homeroom bell rings." **Panel 3:** A transition shot of the classroom. The blackboard is covered in incredibly complex mathematical equations. The teacher is staring at the board, completely stuck. **Panel 4:** The teacher turns to the class, sweating. * **Teacher:** "Uh... can anyone solve the variance for the third variable?" ### **PAGE 3** **Panel 1:** The entire class is looking down, terrified of being called. In the very back row, next to the window, Ren is staring out at the falling cherry blossoms, looking bored. **Panel 2:** Close-up of Ren’s desk. His hand is holding a mechanical pencil, but beneath his hand, the notebook paper is slightly wrinkled and damp from his sweat. **Panel 3:** Ren speaks up without even looking at the board. * **Ren:** "The variance is x = \sqrt{27.4}. The teacher forgot to invert the matrix in step four." **Panel 4:** The teacher checks his notes, his eyes widening in shock. The students whisper in awe. * **Student 1 (Whispering):** "Woah, the 'Human Calculator' strikes again..." * **Student 2 (Whispering):** "He's a freak... did you see his hands? They're always slick." ### **PAGE 4** **Panel 1:** School bell rings. **SFX:** *BRRRRIIIING!* Students are packing their bags. Ren is sitting quietly, wiping his wet palms with a hidden tissue under his desk. **Panel 2:** A shadow falls over Ren's desk. He looks up. It’s Yuka, the most beautiful girl in the school. She is smiling down at him, hands folded behind her back. * **Yuka:** "Um... Ren-kun? Do you have a minute?" **Panel 3:** Ren freezes. His pale cheeks turn a bright, sudden crimson. His spiked hair seems to jitter with nervousness. * **Ren:** "Y-Yuka-san? What's wrong?" **Panel 4:** Yuka leans in closer, slipping a small, beautifully folded pink note onto his desk. * **Yuka:** "I've been watching you for a long time... Your mind, your strength... it's amazing. Can you meet me at the old, abandoned park behind the school at 5:00 PM? Please don't tell anyone." ### **PAGE 5** **Panel 1:** Yuka turns and walks away, waving cheerfully. Ren stares at the note, his heart pounding so hard it can be heard. **SFX:** *Thump-Thump!* **Panel 2:** Daiki slides over, leaning over Ren’s shoulder, his glasses reflecting the light. * **Daiki:** "Holy crap, Ren! The school idol just asked you out?! Is your un-combable hair finally paying off?!" **Panel 3:** Ren holds the note tightly, his face glowing with pure, unadulterated happiness. For the first time in his life, he feels like he isn't a ghost. He feels alive. * **Ren:** "I... I can't believe it, Daiki. Maybe... maybe my life is finally changing." **Panel 4:** The final panel of the chapter. Ren walks out of the school gates into the evening sunset, clutching the note. But the sky in the distance is turning dark, and heavy storm clouds are rolling in, symbolizing the nightmare that awaits him in Chapter 2. ### What happens next? This sets the stage perfectly! Chapter 1 builds him up as a happy, respected genius, making the brutal trap, the betrayal by Yuka, and the anxiety attack in Chapter 2 and 3 hit the reader ten times harder. The next chapter **Chapter 2: The Rainy Ambush**!$

The glass walls of the fifty-second floor boardroom trapped heat like a greenhouse. Outside, the October sun hung low and unforgiving in a cloudless sky, casting long shadows across the polished table where twelve people sat, not speaking. They were strangers fashioned into colleagues by corporate necessity, each one holding their breath a little longer than natural, each one aware of being silently assessed by the others.

In corporate America, the watching began long before the speaking. It was a dance of eyes—quick, darting glances followed by studied indifference. A man at the far end tapped his pen against the rim of his coffee cup, the sound precise and mechanical. A woman near the door folded the corner of her presentation notes, creasing it with her fingernail, then unfolding it, then folding it again. Small betrayals of nerves that everyone noticed and no one acknowledged.

They waited for the meeting to begin, for someone to break the silence that had stretched like an elastic band between them. The tension wasn‘t personal—it was structural, built into the very architecture of ambition. In places like this, people became careful studies of one another: the way a colleague‘s smile didn’t reach their eyes, how another‘s handshake lingered a moment too long, the slight tremor in a supervisor’s voice when discussing quarterly projections.

The human mind was designed to notice patterns, to sort signal from noise. In the corporate wilderness, this instinct sharpened to a knife’s edge. They watched for weakness the way wolves watched for limping deer.

A woman in charcoal gray—her suit expensive but not ostentatious—checked her watch, the gesture so subtle it might have been a twitch. The room registered it anyway, a collective awareness that time was being measured. She had mastered the art of presence without performance, of being seen without seeming to seek attention. In the strange economy of office politics, this was a rare and valuable currency.

Across the room, a man sat perfectly still. His stillness was different from the frozen anxiety of the others; it was deliberate, practiced, the stillness of someone who had learned that motion often revealed more than it accomplished. He watched the room with eyes that missed nothing and gave away less. When he blinked, it seemed deliberate, as if even this involuntary function had been brought under his control.

Outside the windows, the city spread out like a circuit board, connections running between glass towers, power flowing invisibly between nodes of influence. Inside, the air conditioning hummed at the edge of hearing, a white noise that covered the sound of breath, of swallowing, of the small adjustments people made in their seats as they waited.

People existed in layers. The surface layer was what they showed in meetings like this—composed, professional, appropriate. Beneath that lay the calculations, the chess moves planned three steps ahead. And deeper still were the private histories that shaped each person’s reactions, the accumulated weight of past failures and successes, the scars and hopes they carried silently beneath their skin.

Sometimes the layers bled into each other. Sometimes a crack formed in the careful facade, and something true leaked out—a flash of genuine anger, a moment of unexpected vulnerability, a laugh that wasn’t carefully modulated for the corporate environment. These moments were rare and often missed, except by those who had trained themselves to notice.

The quality of attention varied from person to person. Some watched others only for what they could use or avoid. Some watched out of habit, a defensive posture developed through years of professional survival. And some—the rarest kind—watched with a genuine curiosity about the complex interior lives behind the professional masks.

In the boardroom, a phone buzzed. The sound cut through the silence like a knife, and twelve pairs of eyes reflexively checked their devices, though only one had received a message. This momentary disruption released something in the room. A man cleared his throat. A woman straightened a stack of papers that was already straight. They were grateful for the small permission to move, to exist a little more fully in their bodies.

The door opened. The CEO walked in, followed by two assistants carrying tablets and folders. The atmosphere shifted instantly, everyone sitting straighter, faces arranging themselves into expressions of attentive interest. This, too, was a performance—the showing of appropriate deference, the telegraphing of engagement.

“I apologize for the delay,” the CEO said, though he did not sound apologetic. His voice filled the room without being particularly loud. “Shall we begin?”

The meeting proceeded as meetings do—information exchanged, points raised and addressed, decisions deferred to future discussions. But beneath the agenda items and action points, other exchanges were taking place. Trust was being assessed. Alliances were forming and dissolving. People were making calculations about one another based on tone of voice, choice of words, micro-expressions that flashed across faces like summer lightning.

As the meeting concluded, people gathered their things, breaking into smaller groups, voices suddenly lighter, postures more relaxed. The performance of the boardroom was over; a different, less formal performance began. They laughed at small jokes, made plans for lunch, complained about the traffic or the weather.

In this transition space between formal meeting and return to their offices, something unexpected happened. The still man and the woman in charcoal gray both reached for the same door at the same time. Their fingers brushed, and though neither reacted visibly, something passed between them—a moment of mutual recognition, perhaps, or simply an awareness of another human being, solid and real in a world of carefully maintained appearances.

They had never spoken. They worked in different departments, moved in different circles within the corporate ecosystem. But in that small moment of contact, each recognized something in the other—a similar quality of attention, perhaps, or a shared understanding of the elaborate theater playing out around them each day.

Neither acknowledged it. The woman nodded politely and stepped back. The man opened the door and held it, the gesture neither servile nor condescending, simply practical. They went their separate ways.

But something had changed, though neither could have said exactly what. A connection had formed, tenuous as a spider’s thread but present nonetheless. In the vast, impersonal machinery of corporate life, such connections were both rare and essential—small reminders of humanity in places designed to minimize its unpredictable effects.

The afternoon sun slanted through the city’s towers, turning the glass to fire. In a thousand offices, a thousand conversations continued. People watched and were watched, spoke and were spoken to, each one carrying their private histories like stones in their pockets, each one hungry for moments of genuine connection in a world built of strategic interactions.