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CyberWolf — Series Story Description In a world where advanced technology and hidden powers collide, a young man named Tori Mack wakes up in a laboratory with no memories… and a body that is no longer fully human. Half of him has been transformed into a powerful cybernetic weapon. His right side is no longer flesh, but steel, circuits, and claws. Stronger. Faster. Deadlier. Rescued and watched over by a mysterious older man named Ein Tucker, Tori learns that he survived a disaster no human should have lived through. But the truth is far darker than he realizes. As Tori struggles to understand what he has become, strange dreams of wolves begin to haunt him. At the same time, dangerous forces move in the shadows—people who know exactly what he is… and want him back. Ein, once a legendary assassin with powerful spell-casting abilities, now walks a different path after learning his entire life was built on manipulation and lies. He becomes Tori’s mentor, training him not only to fight, but to survive in a world that sees him as a weapon, not a person. Together, they are pulled into a hidden war involving experiments, corrupted organizations, and creatures that blur the line between machine and monster. Tori must discover: Who turned him into CyberWolf… Why he was chosen… And whether he is still human — or something far more dangerous. CyberWolf is a dark sci-fi action manga about identity, revenge, power, and what it truly means to keep your humanity in a world that wants to turn you into a weapon.
A muscular male dungeon explorer explores a dungeon and finds a pair of cursed Tabi (ninja shoes) ontop of a petistal in the treasure room, he walks to the Tabi (ninja shoes), being intransed by them, he takes off his boots and puts on the Tabi (ninja shoes), but the tabi binds to his feet and start to tickle the soles of his feet, the man falls to the ground laughing hystarically, trying to take off the Tabi (ninja shoes) but failing, eventually the man pees himself from laughing so hard
A 18 year old Japanese woman named Mika, who gets turned into the Venus de Milo. She has a short black hair with a bang covering her left eye and with a heart necklace and has grey eyes. She's seminude and armless after the petrification. She's the copy of the Venus de Milo in a museum.
CyberWolf — Series Story Description In a world where advanced technology and hidden powers collide, a young man named Tori Mack wakes up in a laboratory with no memories… and a body that is no longer fully human. Half of him has been transformed into a powerful cybernetic weapon. His right side is no longer flesh, but steel, circuits, and claws. Stronger. Faster. Deadlier. Rescued and watched over by a mysterious older man named Ein Tucker, Tori learns that he survived a disaster no human should have lived through. But the truth is far darker than he realizes. As Tori struggles to understand what he has become, strange dreams of wolves begin to haunt him. At the same time, dangerous forces move in the shadows—people who know exactly what he is… and want him back. Ein, once a legendary assassin with powerful spell-casting abilities, now walks a different path after learning his entire life was built on manipulation and lies. He becomes Tori’s mentor, training him not only to fight, but to survive in a world that sees him as a weapon, not a person. Together, they are pulled into a hidden war involving experiments, corrupted organizations, and creatures that blur the line between machine and monster. Tori must discover: Who turned him into CyberWolf… Why he was chosen… And whether he is still human — or something far more dangerous. CyberWolf is a dark sci-fi action manga about identity, revenge, power, and what it truly means to keep your humanity in a world that wants to turn you into a weapon.
it needs to be in color Cinder practiced until her muscles screamed. New flips. Higher jumps. More fire. She pushed herself until she collapsed, panting, ears ringing. It didn’t matter. The crowds kept shrinking. The other performers stopped meeting her eyes. The vendors no longer offered her treats. The strongman walked past her without a word. She was invisible. One night, she overheard the Ringmaster talking outside her wagon. "The new performer arrives next week. Finally, we’ll have a real star again." "What about Cinder?" someone asked. "What about her? She’s done. Once the new act is settled, she’s out." Cinder pressed her back against the wall of her wagon, heart pounding. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Out. Replaceable. Done. She looked around her "room"—if you could call it that. A cramped wagon with iron bars on the windows. A thin mattress on the floor. A cracked mirror. The door locked from the outside every night "for her safety." She’d never noticed before how much it looked like a cage.
Serious manga portrait, staring directly at viewer. Intense eyes. Detailed face, dramatic shadows.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
seorang perempuan bernama olin yang mengalami transmigrasi ke dunia komik,memasuki karakter dicky yang ternyata adalah perempuan yang menyembunyikan gender nya kerana suatu hal,dicky memiliki intrik yang ambigu dengan kedua saudara kembar daffa dan darren.saat pesta dansa dicky ingin istirahat dan berjalan keruang istirahat kerajaan,namun dia salah memasuki ruangan.dicky mengunci pintu ruangan dan melepas cicin transformasinya yang membuatnya berubah menjadi wujud perempuan yaitu lyn.namun saat dia sedang istirahat memejamkan mata di sofa, dia tidak mendari keberadaan darren dan daffa yang sedang berada di sudut ruangan tidak sengaja melihat semua hal itu
it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Her fingers traced the cold iron bars. How many nights had she spent here? How many times had she counted the bars, unable to sleep? The space smelled like hay and rust and old wood. There were scratches in the walls—claw marks from previous performers, maybe. Or from her own restless nights. She curled up on the mattress, tail wrapped around herself, ears flat against her skull. "I’m a bird trapped in a cage," she whispered to the darkness. The lantern flickered. And then—movement outside her window. A tall figure passed by, silhouetted against the moonlight. Cinder sat up, ears perking. The figure wore a long coat and a plague doctor mask—the beak curved and sharp. But strangest of all, faint stars seemed to glow across the mask’s surface, like constellations trapped in porcelain. Her heart skipped. Who—? The figure moved silently through the sleeping circus, heading toward the edge of the grounds. For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than despair. Curiosity.
This is a wild, satirical concept—very Jujutsu Kaisen meets true crime commentary. Here is the English translation, keeping the dramatic, "shonen-style" flair intact. Comic Title: "Domain Expansion: Paradise Lost vs. Party Purgatory" The Concept: The Battle of Infernal Domains In an interdimensional plane of existence where "cursed energy" generated by vice and infamy takes physical form, the greatest transgressors do not fight with fists, but with the expansion of their psychic "Domains." Here, Jeffrey Epstein and Diddy clash to determine who is the true "Master of Modern Darkness," each projecting his own twisted vision of power and corruption. The Plot Act I: The Summoning of Domains The story opens in a "Non-Place"—a floating arena amidst clouds made of broken TV screens and burnt banknotes. Jeffrey Epstein, possessing a cold and calculating aura, his snow-white hair reflecting moonlight even in the day, smiles sardonically. He has just activated his Domain Expansion: "The Temple of Secrets." The environment transforms: the Non-Place vanishes, replaced by a spectral, lush version of his private island (Little Saint James). Skeletal palm trees stand against a violet twilight sky. A colonial villa, elegantly sinister, rises at the center. The air is thick with recorded whispers, the echo of contracts, and the distant thrum of a landing helicopter. On the island, instead of sand, there are fragments of shredded legal documents. The "Sure-Hit" advantage of Epstein’s domain is that anyone who enters is immediately ensnared in a web of legal debt, non-disclosure agreements (NDAs), and implicit blackmail, manifesting as invisible, suffocating chains. On the other side, Diddy—with an expression of brazen arrogance, wearing a fur coat that sparkles with strobe lights and sunglasses reflecting a million paparazzi—does not hesitate. With a defiant cry, he activates his Domain Expansion: "The Endless Party." Epstein’s domain is torn asunder by an explosion of neon lights and deafening sound. The island partially fades, giving way to a futuristic, chaotic, and bottomless nightclub. Champagne bottles explode into clouds of sticky foam. Virtual dancers with distorted celebrity faces perform in loops. The air is saturated with the smell of sweat, expensive perfume, and a faint scent of "baby oil" that is anything but innocent. The "Sure-Hit" advantage of Diddy’s domain is that anyone who enters is forced to dance incessantly, suffering a sensory bombardment that renders them unable to think clearly, while being slowly "anointed" and weakened by a shimmering oil that leaves them vulnerable to manipulation. Act II: The Clash of Cursed Powers The two "masters" face off at the intersection of their domains. * Epstein manipulates his island: the trees transform into legal tentacles attempting to seize Diddy; the ocean waves are made of "dirty money" trying to drown him; and the villa’s screens project compromising videos intended to paralyze his reputation. His attacks are based on "Secret Information" which, when they land, reveal the opponent's weaknesses and past crimes. * Diddy responds by evoking the "Eternal Celebration": subwoofers launch soundwaves that shatter the structures of Epstein’s island. Giant champagne bottles transform into explosive projectiles. The oil permeating his domain becomes a corrosive substance that dissolves Epstein’s legal documents. His attacks are based on "Distraction and Corruption," aimed at eroding the opponent's will and making them "lose control" of their facade. During the fight, they exchange venomous barbs that, in this comedic context, sound like boasts of their own infamy: Epstein: "You’re just a novice! I built an empire on omertà, not some block party!" Diddy: "Old man! I reinvented the game! You were just an amateur with a checkbook! I have the charisma!" Act III: The Collapse of Domains and the Supreme Revelation As the two grow more enraged, their domains begin to merge into a grotesque mess: an island with built-in nightclubs, palm trees dancing to trap music, and legal contracts swirling like confetti. At the climax of the clash, a third entity manifests. It is not a being, but a gargantuan "Eye of Public Opinion" that opens above them, surrounded by millions of smartphone screens. This eye does not judge; it simply observes, recording every single infamy. The power of this "Eye" is so great that both domains—built on secrecy and distraction—begin to collapse. The Eye is not an attack, but a simple revelation. In that moment, Epstein and Diddy realize that the true "curse" is not their enemies, but the constant and inexorable surveillance of a world that, eventually, sees and judges everything. The comic concludes with the two trapped in a "non-place" made of cell phone screens showing their own misdeeds. They realize their "battle for dominance" was in vain. Neither can truly win when their very existence is under the world's merciless spotlight. Visual Style and Tone * Tone: Black comedy, grotesque and surreal satire, with a touch of existential horror. * Art Style: Highly detailed and dynamic, with a sharp contrast between the perverse elegance of Epstein’s domain and the gaudy excess of Diddy’s. The Domain Expansions should be visually spectacular and unsettling at the same time. * Colors: A rich and vibrant palette with heavy light-and-shadow contrasts, turning almost psychedelic during the Domain Expansion phases.
it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Cinder practiced until her muscles screamed. New flips. Higher jumps. More fire. She pushed herself until she collapsed, panting, ears ringing. It didn’t matter. The crowds kept shrinking. The other performers stopped meeting her eyes. The vendors no longer offered her treats. The strongman walked past her without a word. She was invisible. One night, she overheard the Ringmaster talking outside her wagon. "The new performer arrives next week. Finally, we’ll have a real star again." "What about Cinder?" someone asked. "What about her? She’s done. Once the new act is settled, she’s out." Cinder pressed her back against the wall of her wagon, heart pounding. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Out. Replaceable. Done. She looked around her "room"—if you could call it that. A cramped wagon with iron bars on the windows. A thin mattress on the floor. A cracked mirror. The door locked from the outside every night "for her safety." She’d never noticed before how much it looked like a cage.
🖤 PLANCHE 4 — Les livres qu’on jette Âge d’Aris : 15 ans Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : nuit, pluie fine, indifférence Nombre de cases : 6 Tenue (inchangée, canon) : haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale, rapiécé pantalon large déchiré pieds nus silhouette maigre, posture fermée aucun élément moderne 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (haut de page) Description visuelle : Bâtiment imposant : une académie. Façade noble, fenêtres éclairées. La pluie tombe doucement. À l’arrière, une ruelle sombre. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN (arrière de l’académie) Description visuelle : Caisses en bois renversées. Livres jetés au sol. Pages mouillées, couvertures abîmées, boue. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN MOYEN (Aris) Description visuelle : Aris, 15 ans, s’accroupit près des livres. Il regarde autour de lui, par réflexe. Personne. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (mains) Description visuelle : Ses mains fouillent lentement. Il écarte : un livre trop mouillé un autre déchiré Gestes calmes, méthodiques. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (objet) Description visuelle : Un livre plus épais, ancien. Couverture noire, sans titre visible. Moins abîmé que les autres. Aucun symbole. Aucune lueur. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Aris serre le livre contre lui, sous la pluie. Son visage est neutre. Décision simple. Texte (petite bulle) : Aris récupère ce que le monde abandonne renforce le caractère obstiné d’Aris aucune victoire
A young woman in her late twenties/early thirties has taken in her nephew after his dad dropped him on her doorstep. She must now balance the responsibilities of a growing career, navigate the dating scene, and care for a 6 year-old boy. People often mistake the child as hers and she receives mixed reactions (some believing she had children too young, or that she was frivolous since the child does not have a dad). She has difficulty navigating the dating scene as most guys are not interested in a woman who already has a young child. It is a romantic comedy that depicts a healthy and loving mother-son relationship between the young woman and her essentially adopted child. It shows people's ability to judge without knowing the details, the harsh reality of being a young mom, and the kindness of a man willing to love the young woman and her adopted son unconditionally.
"Act as an expert manga critic and historian. I am looking for a recommendation that surpasses 'Dragon Ball' specifically in the category of World-Building and Narrative Depth. I want a series that offers a sense of 'Epic Adventure' but with significantly tighter writing and richer lore. Please find me 3 manga series that meet these strict criteria: Interconnected World: The locations, history, and politics must matter. Unlike Dragon Ball (where new planets are just backdrops for fighting), I want a world that feels alive, with its own economy, history, and factions. Long-term Payoffs: The story should reward close reading. I want foreshadowing that pays off hundreds of chapters later (similar to the 'One Piece' style of storytelling). Expanded Cast Depth: Side characters must have their own arcs and motivations, rather than just waiting for the main hero to save them. For each recommendation, please provide: The 'Hook': What makes the world unique? The Complexity Rating: Is it easy to get into, or does it require heavy reading? Status: Is it finished or ongoing?
أبغى مانجا مغامرات وأكشن بشخصيتين فقط. راح أرسل صورة الشخصيات، التزموا بها بدون تغيير. الستايل شبه واقعي، مليان تفاصيل، ألوان قوية وإضاءة درامية، نفس الستايل في الصورة المرجعية بدون اختلاف بين الصفحات. القصة تعتمد على الجري، المطاردات، والمعارك مع الديناصورات. العوالم خضراء ومليانة أشجار، وكل صفحة يكون فيها حدث واضح ومشوق
Crossfire Hearts follows Riku Hayase, a talented but emotionally burnt‑out FPS player, and Miyu Aoyama, a gentle, isolated girl who finds comfort in MMORPGs. Their worlds collide when they meet inside Eternal Realms, where Riku plays as the swift, deadly ranger Crossfire, and Miyu plays as the luminous healer LunaVale. What begins as a simple dungeon run slowly becomes a bond neither expected. As they grow closer, their in‑game partnership becomes a lifeline for both of them. Riku rediscovers joy after competitive burnout, while Miyu finds someone who listens, understands, and never judges her. Their first real‑life meeting is awkward, sweet, and life‑changing — the moment their online connection becomes something real. But their relationship is tested by Obsidian Crown, a rival guild led by the cold strategist Blackthorn and the obsessive assassin NightReaver, who fixates on Miyu and targets Riku out of jealousy. Guild wars, PvP duels, and server‑wide conflicts push Riku and Miyu to fight side by side, strengthening their bond even as real‑life pressures mount. Miyu’s strict home life becomes the greatest obstacle. Her mother disapproves of gaming, isolates her, and eventually cuts her off entirely. The emotional distance nearly breaks them — Miyu feels trapped, Riku feels helpless, and their worlds begin to drift apart. But they refuse to let go. Riku confronts her mother, Miyu stands up for herself, and their friends rally around them. The final arc brings everything full circle: Riku competes in the world esports championship while Moonlight Vanguard races Obsidian Crown to defeat the expansion’s final raid boss, the Eclipse Sovereign. Both battles mirror each other — pressure, teamwork, trust, and the fear of losing what matters most. Riku wins the championship. Moonlight Vanguard clears the raid first. And in front of a roaring crowd, Riku and Miyu finally confess their love openly — not as Crossfire and LunaVale, but as themselves. The story ends years later, with the two living together, still gaming side by side, still partners in every world they share.
半分の君 Romaji: Hanbun no Kimi Meaning: “Half of You” At Hoshizora Academy, the Compatibility Program forces second year students to live together like married couples — cooking, cleaning, studying, sharing a dorm unit, and being graded on emotional sync. High scores mean scholarships. Low scores mean repeating the year. The program is infamous for creating bonds that feel too real and exposing feelings students try to hide. Ignatius Arimura enters the year hoping to stay invisible. He’s quiet, introverted, and still carrying the ache of a breakup he never healed from. Aoi Kisaragi was his first love — the girl who made him feel alive, and the girl who walked away from him without ever explaining why. Aoi hides her guilt behind her bright smile, convincing herself she’s moved on to Ren. Ignatius tells himself he likes Mina because it’s easier than admitting he still aches for Aoi. When the pairing announcement arrives, Aoi silently begs for Ren. Ignatius silently hopes for Mina. Both pray they won’t be paired with each other. But fate is cruel. Their names appear together with a compatibility score of 12%, the lowest in the program. The room goes silent. Aoi’s smile cracks. Ignatius’s heart sinks. Moving into the same dorm feels like reopening a wound neither of them survived. Their first days together are a disaster. Aoi’s loud music, Ignatius’s quiet routines, her clutter, his need for order — everything clashes. Their first evaluation ends in failure. But when Ignatius freezes during a public speaking assignment, Aoi steps in without hesitation, her voice steady, her hand brushing his as she takes over. For a moment, it feels like the version of them that used to exist. Their score rises to 18%, and Ignatius realizes with a painful twist that he never stopped caring. Seeing Mina and Ren working together so naturally only deepens the ache. Aoi watches Ren laugh with Mina in a way he never laughed with her. Ignatius watches Mina shine beside Ren and wonders if he ever had a chance. Both feel jealousy they refuse to acknowledge. That night, Aoi cries quietly in the bathroom, and Ignatius hears her through the door. He stands there, hand hovering over the handle, but he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to comfort her anymore. They eventually agree to a truce and create a “Compatibility Strategy Plan.” Cooking together leads to soft laughter. Communication drills turn into arguments that somehow end with them smiling. Late night study sessions blur into moments where they forget they’re supposed to be exes. They fall asleep on opposite ends of the couch, but each night they wake up a little closer. Their score jumps to 41%. Aoi wakes one morning with Ignatius’s jacket draped over her shoulders. She doesn’t ask why. He doesn’t tell her. And then comes the chapter that changes everything. One night, after a long study session, Aoi falls asleep at the table, her head resting on her arms. Ignatius tries to wake her, but she mumbles something soft and exhausted, and he can’t bring himself to shake her. He sits beside her, meaning to stay only a moment. But he’s tired too. He rests his head on his folded arms, inches from hers. The room is warm. The silence is gentle. Without meaning to, they drift off together. When they wake, the sun is rising. Aoi’s head is resting on Ignatius’s shoulder. His hand is loosely holding hers. Their breaths are slow and in sync, like they’ve been sleeping together for years. For a long moment, neither moves. Neither speaks. The world feels fragile, like one wrong word could shatter it. Aoi’s cheeks turn pink. Ignatius’s heart races. They pull away slowly, reluctantly, as if their bodies haven’t caught up to their minds. Their score jumps to 52% the next day, and the teachers quietly note that their emotional sync spiked overnight. Aoi begins noticing Ignatius again — the way he concentrates, the way he softens when he’s comfortable, the way he still remembers her favorite snacks. Ignatius begins noticing Aoi’s hidden fears — her loneliness behind her popularity, her pressure to be perfect, the way she tries so hard not to disappoint anyone. They move around each other like a married couple who never learned how to stop caring. They share toothbrush cups, laundry baskets, late night ramen, sleepy mornings, and quiet moments that feel too intimate for two people who claim they’re over each other. During the festival test, their booth becomes the most popular attraction. Aoi turns down a confession from another boy, her voice trembling. Ignatius gets flustered when Mina compliments him, and Aoi notices the way he blushes. Their score jumps to 63%. That night, Aoi quietly asks him if he ever hated her after the breakup. Ignatius can’t answer. He can’t lie. The silence between them is thick with everything they never said. Rumors spread that pairs might be reassigned. Aoi panics at the thought of losing her chance with Ren. Ignatius panics at the thought of losing Mina. But beneath those fears is something heavier: neither of them wants to be separated from each other. Aoi cries alone on the balcony, and Ignatius silently places a blanket over her shoulders. She doesn’t turn around, but she leans into the warmth. They stand there together, the distance between them shrinking in ways neither of them can deny. A storm knocks out the power one night, leaving them in darkness with no cameras, no expectations, no pretending. They talk honestly for the first time in months. Aoi admits she’s tired of being the strong one. Ignatius admits he’s tired of being the quiet one. They sit close, closer than they have since before the breakup, sharing warmth in the dark. Aoi falls asleep with her head on his shoulder again. Ignatius doesn’t move. Their emotional sync test the next morning hits 92%, the highest in the program. As Ren and Mina grow closer, Aoi and Ignatius realize their old crushes were fantasies — safe illusions they clung to because they were afraid of the real thing. The real connection is the one they’ve rebuilt: messy, painful, warm, and real. They act like a married couple — cooking together, arguing, laughing, sharing space, sharing silence — but they’re not lovers. Not yet. They’re something in between, something fragile and terrifying and impossible to name. When the reassignment list is posted, Aoi’s hands shake and K Ignatius’s heart pounds. They scan the list, terrified. Their names remain together. Not because of luck. Not because of the system. But because they earned it. Aoi turns to him, eyes shining with something fragile and hopeful, and whispers, “Ignatius … can we try again?” He takes her hand gently, like she might break, and says, “Yeah. This time… let’s not run.” They’re not lovers. Not yet. But they’re closer than they’ve ever been — a pair who lives like a married couple, fights like rivals, and holds each other like home.
Black and white manga-style illustration of a young male character falling forward from a tall building, body positioned almost horizontally, not vertical. The character is leaning forward mid-air, as if being thrown off balance, with one arm stretched forward and the other trailing behind, legs angled backward. Camera angle is side view / three-quarter view, positioned parallel to the character, not top-down. His hair flows backward due to air resistance, eyes wide in shock, mouth open. The cityscape appears far below and slightly blurred to emphasize height and motion. Strong speed lines flowing backward only. Clean monochrome manga lineart, dramatic perspective. A white speech bubble near his head contains the text: “Ah, Shit.” Negative prompt: vertical falling pose, skydiving pose, spread arms, T-pose, front-facing fall, top-down camera, floating pose, superhero landing, arms fully extended sideways
Black and white manga-style panel showing a dramatic falling perspective from a tall building, with a blurred cityscape far below. Strong radial motion blur and speed lines rushing downward toward the center, creating a sense of extreme height and panic. No clear character body visible, only a partial silhouette at the edge of the frame to imply falling. Clean monochrome manga line art, high contrast, intense motion effects. Two small white speech bubbles near the top of the panel contain the English text: “Huh?” and “This…” One large white speech bubble dominating the lower part of the panel contains bold, handwritten manga-style text: “Aaaaaaa!!!! NOOOO!!!!! Negative Prompt: color, grayscale shading, soft lighting, calm atmosphere, character standing, clear facial details, multiple characters, flat perspective
Black and white manga-style illustration of a young male character falling forward from a tall building, body positioned almost horizontally, not vertical. The character is leaning forward mid-air, as if being thrown off balance, with one arm stretched forward and the other trailing behind, legs angled backward. Camera angle is side view / three-quarter view, positioned parallel to the character, not top-down. His hair flows backward due to air resistance, eyes wide in shock, mouth open. The cityscape appears far below and slightly blurred to emphasize height and motion. Strong speed lines flowing backward only. Clean monochrome manga lineart, dramatic perspective. A white speech bubble near his head contains the text: “Ah, Shit.” Negative prompt: vertical falling pose, skydiving pose, spread arms, T-pose, front-facing fall, top-down camera, floating pose, superhero landing, arms fully extended sideways