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قصة المانجا: رحلة الدواء نحو الألم • المشهد الاول: ذكرى الماضي وبداية السؤال! تمر السنين وهاهو الان الصيدلاني خالد يقف بين ارفف الصيدلية، يسترجع الذكرى التي قادته لسير هذا الطريق. خالد وهو يفكر: ما زلت أتذكر ذلك السؤال الذي رافقني منذ طفولتي! ينتقل المشهد إلى فلاش باك لطفولة خالد.. في أحد الأيام كان خالد الصغير يجلس في المنزل وهو يمسك رأسه من الألم. - خالد (بصوت متعب): أمي، رأسي يؤلمني كثيرًا. تقترب والدته فاطمة منه وتعطيه دواء. - فاطمة (بلطف): خذ هذا الدواء يا خالد، وستشعر بالتحسن إن شاء الله. ينظر خالد الصغير إلى الدواء بفضول قبل أن يتناوله. - خالد (بتعجب): أمي، كيف يعرف الدواء مكان الألم؟ تبتسم فاطمة وهي تربت على رأسه. - فاطمة: الأطباء والصيادلة يعلمون هذه الأمور يا خالد. بعد مرور بعض الوقت يشعر خالد بتحسن. ينظر خالد مره أخرى إلى علبة الدواء، وعيناه مليئتان بالفضول. - خالد الصغير (يحدث نفسه): غريب! كيف عرف الدواء مكان الالم في رأسي؟ ينتقل المشهد للحظة دخول خالد إلى الكلية. • المشهد الثاني: أمام مبنى كلية الصيدلة يقف خالد وعمر أمام المبنى، وخالد يتأمل اللوحة المكتوبة امامه كلية الصيدلة خالد: يالله… تصدق؟ ما توقعت ولا ١٪؜ إني في يوم من الأيام بدخل كلية الصيدلة. عمر (يضحك): ترى أغلب اللي يدخلون الصيدلة يقولون نفس الجملة! لكن زي ما يقولون… الصيدلة تختار طلابها. يسكت خالد لحظة وكأنه تذكر شيئًا قديمًا. خالد (بابتسامة خفيفة): تدري يا عمر… في سؤال كان يلاحقني من الطفولة. عمر: وش السؤال؟ خالد: كنت دائما أتساءل… كيف الدواء يعرف مكان الألم؟ عمر (مستغرب): هاه؟ خالد: ماقد تساءلت كيف الدواء يعرف مكان الالم؟ وكيف يقدر يعالجه؟ يمكن اليوم ما عندي الجواب كامل… لكن أكيد هنا، بعرف الاجابة عمر (يبتسم ويضع يده على كتف خالد): أنا اخترت الصيدلة لأنها كانت رغبتي الأولى… لكن اليوم فعلاً اقتنعت إن الصيدلة هي اللي اختارتك يا خالد. والواضح إنك أخيرًا راح تلاقي جواب سؤالك. ينظر خالد مرة أخرى إلى مبنى الكلية بحماس. خالد: وهذه بداية الرحلة… • المشهد الثالث: في قاعة علم الأدوية (قفل ومفتاح) ينتقل المشهد للقاعة، الدكتور سعيد واقف قدام الشاشة وبصوت كله حماس شد كل الطلاب.. د. سعيد: يا دكاترة.. اليوم سنتحدث عن مبدأ أساسي في علم الأدوية، كيف يجد الدواء هدفه؟ (تظهر على الشاشة صورة قفل ومفتاح يركبون على بعض) د. سعيد: الدواء مو مجرد حبة نبلعها وخلاص، الموضوع أعمق! الدواء عبارة عن مفتاح ذكي يلف في جسمك كله، وما يفتح إلا قفل واحد.. وهو مكان الألم. خالد (بفضول واندهاش) : يعني بهذه البساطة.. القفل هو اللي ينادي المفتاح؟! د. سعيد : بالضبط! احسنت يا خالد.. الدواء يمر بكل الخلايا، بس المستقبل اللي في مكان الألم هو الوحيد اللي يطابق شكل هذا المفتاح ويرتبط به. التفت خالد لعمر وعيونه تلمع: أخيراً عرفت السر! خالد : تدري يا عمر؟ هذا هو الجواب اللي كنت أدوره من وأنا صغير! الحين عرفت كيف الدواء "يعرف مكان الالم" عمر: عشان كذا قلت لك الصيدلة هي اللي اختارتك.. فضولك وأنت طفل هو اللي جابك هنا اليوم المشهد الرابع: بعد التخرج (نفس التساؤل مع طفل) تمر السنين وها هو الصيدلاني خالد يقف بين ارفف صيدليته.. فجأة تدخل عليه أمرأة مع ابنها الصغير فهد وهو يمسك راسه بضيق شديد . الأم : دكتور خالد، ابني فهد رأسه يؤلمه كثيراً. د. خالد : خذ هذا الدواء يا فهد، وستشعر بالتحسن إن شاء الله. ينظر فهد للعلبة بفضول كبير، تماماً كما فعل خالد الصغير قديماً. فهد (بتعجب) : دكتور.. كيف يعرف الدواء مكان الألم؟ يخرج د.خالد ميدالية مفاتيحه بابتسامة ويوريها لفهد. د. خالد: شوف يا فهد.. الدواء مثل المفتاح ، يدور في جسمك كله، يمر على يدك يلقى الباب مقفل، يمر على بطنك يلقى الباب مقفل.. فهد : وإذا وصل لراسي؟ خالد: هناك بس يلقى القفل اللي يركب عليه! يفتحه، ويطرد الوجع برا. فهد: واو! يعني الدواء ذكي؟ د.خالد: الدواء ذكي.. واللي صنعه أذكى. يخرج فهد وهو يطالع العلبة بانبهار، وخالد يبتسم وهو يتذكر رحلته التي بدأت بسؤال.. وانتهت بجواب. • بدأت بفضول طفل.. واصبحت رسالة صيدلي.
Descrizione personaggi:Sushi: cilindro nero, camicia bianca a righe con scollo aperto, gilet nero con bottoni dorati e spalle strutturate, cintura marrone, pantaloni grigi con motivo geometrico laterale e scarpe scure eleganti. Ten: camicia grigio scuro aderente con spalle scoperte e alamari sul petto, cintura larga con grande fibbia tonda, pantaloni chiari infilati in stivali neri alti. Afficche: maglia nera corta con spallacci rigidi, bracciali/guanti viola, pantaloni viola strappati al fondo, stivaletti viola con fibbie. "Un giorno andremo a vivere in spagna" Disse un ragazzo con occhiali e capelli lunghi "Ao ten, hai sentito quanto è difficile arrivarci? Ci sono un sacco di pericoli nel viaggio e mica possiamo andarci in aereo, disicuro in qualche modo ci anullerebbero il viaggio." Disse un ragazzo , amico di Ten "Ha ragione Sushi ,Ten quello che hai Appena detto sembra una stupidata che si dice in ogni gruppo di amici, tipo " andremo a vivere in Giappone " rispose un nanetto , schierandosi con Sushi "Ok, capisco Affiche , ma non possiamo stare qua , non solo siamo in questa orrenda Italia , ma siamo in una delle zone più isolate , vuoi lavorare nei campi fino a 90 anni Afficche? Guarda che lo spagnolo è facile." Disse Ten, " Ok, ammetto che hai ragione , non possiamo vivere qua , disicuro finiremo giù da un ponte per la depressione" Rispose afficche, "AO Ten , come pensi che arriveremo in Spagna? Ti ricordo che noi non abbiamo Neanche una macchina e non possiamo permetterci neanche una vespa in tre fra poco" "Ragazzi, mi darete del pazzo, ma se ci pensate bene , non abbiamo alcuna speranza oltre questa quindi.. bisogna rubarne una." Ten, pensava che i suoi amici avrebbero chiamato la polizia sperando in qualche soldo come ringraziamento... "Ci sto, non abbiamo altra via di fuga , e non sarà tanto difficile" "AO AFFICCHE ANCHE TE!? PENSACI BENE , NON POSSIAMO SCAPPARE COSÌ" "sushiii, fin da piccolo hai sempre voluto comprarti un auto e guidarla , questa è la tua occasione! è proprio questo il momento in qui metterai le mani sul tuo primo volante sushiii" Ten e afficche continuarono a provocare sushi per tutto il tempo , finché Sushi dopo un po' ha ceduto e ha dato l'ok per il furto.. , ma c'erano delle regole da seguire: non potevano spostarsi con i mezzi pubblici ; non potevano farsi vedere per la strada ; e dovevano trovare un buon piano per rubarla EP0 "Un giorno andremo a vivere in spagna" Pianificazione Per settimane, I tre scelgono la casa e la studiano, la casa è di un uomo di classe borgese chiamato giovans; La routine di Giovans è precisa: esce ogni giorno alle 7:30, rientra alle 19:00. Il sabato sera va sempre a cena fuori accompagnato dagli amici; La casa ha una finta telecamera sopra il campanello, ed ha un cane corso che tiene fuori. La serratura è vecchia, ma non entreranno da lì , Una finestra del bagno resta spesso aperta a vasistas. La casa è abbastanza isolata Senza vicini e con un gran terreno. Sabato ore 21:20, Avvicinamento Ten cammina vicino alla recinzione " dannati quei due , che cosa mi hanno fatto fare" dice ten preda alla depressione , aveva un pallone da calcio in testa dove aveva nascosto i suoi capelli , aveva una sola canottiera e non indossava neanche pantaloni, per lo più, gli avevano disegnato finti tatuaggi sulle braccia , tra cui una barba che lo rendeva orrendo " neanche gli occhiali mi hanno lasciato, dopo gli faccio vedere" ten si avvicino alla recinzione , il cane corso se ne accorse subito e corse verso di lui, abbaiando forte contro di lui, stava distraendo sia il cane , sia la telecamera che c'era nel cancello , " come posso chiamarti?" Dice ten guardando il cane che gli ringhiava contro. Afficche si infila nella finestra dopo aver scavalcato la recinzione, "aspetta un attimo, come faccio ad aprire a sushi ora , non ci sono chiavi dannazione"
رواية: كود السيادة (عصر السيرفر الوطني) ​الفصل الأول: مراسم الانهيار ​بدأت الرواية في ليلة شتوية من عام 2030. كانت كوريا مغطاة بصمت إلكتروني مهيب. في "الفندق الأفخم"، وقف الرئيس "بارك" (المؤسس) أمام المسؤول الرفيع. سلم "بارك" القرص المشفر، ولأول مرة في التاريخ، تحولت الشاشات للرمادي. صرخ المسؤول: "بدأ مهرجان السيادة!". في تلك اللحظة، تحول الشعب من مواطنين إلى صائدي جوائز. انطلقت "هاي-تك" و"بلو-سكاي" في حرب تشفير شعواء، وانتهت الليلة بفوز "بارك" بصعوبة، ليدشن أول عشر سنوات من "الترقية الاجتماعية"، حيث نام الفقراء في أكواخهم واستيقظوا في ناطحات سحاب "هاي-تك". ​الفصل الثاني: خديعة "سيد الغدرة" ​بعد عقد من الزمن، جاء دور الرئيس "لي". كان المهرجان في ذروته، وتحالف "لي" مع أربع شركات ناشئة. في ممر المجد، وبينما كان الحلفاء يحتفلون بالوصول لنسبة 70%، أطلق "لي" فيروس "الافتراس". في ثانية واحدة، ابتلع حصصهم ووصل لـ 75.01%. مشهد "لي" وهو يمشي في الممر الزجاجي بينما شركاؤه يصرخون خلف الزجاج في "ممر الانكسار" أصبح أيقونة الرواية. كان "لي" أول من أقر قانون "التبعية الرقمية"، حيث لا يفتح هاتف الخصم إلا بمديح الرئيس. ​الفصل الثالث: عهد "بيتزا السيادة" ​جاءت المفاجأة من الطبقة الكادحة. "تشوي"، صاحب شركة لتوصيل الطعام، استغل ثغرة في برمجيات النقل خلال المهرجان. فاز "تشوي" بقلوب الجائعين والمهمشين. في حفل التنصيب، وقع القسم على علبة بيتزا. كان عهده الأكثر طرافة؛ حيث سُميت الشوارع بأسماء الوجبات، وأصبح "قانون الهدية" هو "وجبة ملكية مجانية يوم الجمعة". لكن تحت غطاء البيتزا، كان "تشوي" يبني أقوى نظام مراقبة عبر "درونات التوصيل". ​الفصل الرجم: صمت الجبابرة ​الرئيس "جونغ"، رجل الحديد والصلب. فاز بمهرجان دموي تقنياً. في لحظة فوزه، اختار مواطنوه "قانون الصمت". ساد الهدوء في كوريا لدرجة أن صوت دقات السيرفر الوطني كان يُسمع في الشوارع. في هذا الفصل، نرى معاناة الخاسرين الذين كانوا يُغرمون مالياً بمجرد "العطس" بصوت عالٍ. "جونغ" حول الدولة إلى آلة صامتة تعمل بدقة الساعات السويسرية. ​الفصل الخامس: فلاتر السلطة ​الرئيسة "هان" حوّلت الحكم إلى "تلفزيون واقع". فازت عبر السيطرة على العقول والتريندات. في عهدها، كانت "الترقية الاجتماعية" تعتمد على عدد "اللايكات" التي يحصل عليها المواطن من السيرفر. الموقف المضحك لـ "أذني الأرنب" أثناء خطاب النصر لم يمنعها من أن تكون أقسى حاكمة؛ فقد كانت تحذف "وجود" المعارضين رقمياً بضغطة زر، وكأنهم لم يولدوا قط. ​الفصل السادس: العتمة والضياء ​الرئيس "أوه"، سيد الطاقة الخضراء. في مهرجانه، قطع الكهرباء عن نصف البلاد ليرغمهم على التصويت له. ليلة تنصيبه كانت ليلة "الشرارة الكهربائية" مع المسؤول الرفيع. في عهده، أصبح "النور" امتيازاً للفائزين فقط. كان أنصاره يضيئون بيوتهم لدرجة الشمس في منتصف الليل، بينما يعيش الخصوم على ضوء الشموع، في مشهد جسد الفوارق الطبقية بأقسى صورها. ​الفصل السابع: جنة الألعاب (الواقع الافتراضي) ​الرئيس "سونغ" لم يخرج من غرفته أبداً. حكم عبر "الأفاتار". في عهده، اختار الشعب قانون "الهروب للواقع الافتراضي". قضى الكوريون 10 سنوات وهم يرتدون نظارات الـ VR، يعملون ويأكلون في عالم وهمي جميل، بينما كانت أجسادهم الحقيقية في غرف ضيقة. كانت الفضيحة الكبرى عندما تعطل السيرفر وظهر الرئيس "سونغ" ببيجامته الكرتونية أمام الملايين. ​الفصل الثامن: حصن "كانغ" المنيع ​الرئيس "كانغ"، جنرال الأمن السيبراني. كان مهووساً بالاختراق. في يومه الأول، ألغى جميع كلمات السر القديمة وفرض كلمات سر من 50 رمزاً. الرواية تصف "عصر النسيان العظيم"، حيث نسي الناس حساباتهم البنكية. لكنه منح أنصاره "مفاتيح ذهبية" تفتح أي باب في الدولة، مما جعلهم "آلهة" يمشون بين البشر العاديين. ​الفصل التاسع: العودة للبداية (نهاية التسعين عاماً) ​الرئيسة "كيم"، آخر الحكام في دورتنا. فازت بشعار "الجمال الأزرق". في مراسم الممر، رمى أنصارها الزهور، لكن في نهاية الممر، تعطل "الباب الدوار" الشهير. علقت "كيم" مع الرئيس المهزوم "كانغ" في الدوامة. في تلك اللحظة، وأمام ضحكات الشعب، أدرك الجميع أن السيرفر الوطني أصبح "واعياً". لم يعد المهرجان مجرد لعبة بشرية، بل أصبح السيرفر هو من يختار الفائز بناءً على "كمية الضحك" التي يولدها المهرجان. ​الخاتمة: ​تنتهي الرواية بمشهد للمسؤول الرفيع وهو ينظر إلى الساعة الرملية الرقمية التي ستبدأ دورة الـ 90 عاماً الجديدة. ينظر للكاميرا ويقول: "السيادة ليست لمن يملك الكود، بل لمن يملك قلوب من يكتبونه." تظلم الشاشة، ويبدأ صوت ضحكة خافتة تخرج من السيرفر الوطني.
Chapter 1: The Classroom Awakening The smell of chalk dust and stale floor wax hit him before his eyes even opened. It was a scent he hadn't encountered in fifteen years, a scent that belonged to a life he had thought was long buried under the weight of burnout and regret. Leo opened his eyes. He wasn't in the sterile, white room of the hospital where he had taken his last breath. He wasn't in the cramped, debt-ridden apartment where he had spent his final nights staring at a flickering monitor, his heart screaming for a break that never came. He was sitting in a desk. A wooden desk with a scratch on the corner that looked like a jagged lightning bolt. "Leo? Are you listening?" The voice was sharp, impatient. Leo turned his head slowly. Mrs. Gable, his high school history teacher, was standing at the front of the room, her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed. The clock on the wall read 10:42 AM. The date on the whiteboard behind her was September 14, 2012. No, Leo thought, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. That's impossible. I died in 2027. I was thirty-four. He looked down at his hands. They were smooth, uncalloused, the skin unlined by stress. He touched his face. No stubble. No gray hairs. He was seventeen again. A wave of nausea rolled over him, followed immediately by a cold, sharp clarity. This wasn't a dream. The pain in his lower back from sitting too long, the hum of the fluorescent lights, the way the sunlight hit the dust motes in the air—it was all too real. He had been given a second chance. The panic that had defined his first life—the fear of failure, the fear of the future, the fear of being alone—faded, replaced by a terrifying, electric calm. He remembered everything. The bad choices. The toxic friends. The girl who broke his heart. The job that killed him. The brothers he failed to protect. Not this time, he thought, a dark smile touching the corners of his lips. Not ever again. "Leo?" Mrs. Gable's voice cut through his thoughts again. "Since you seem so interested in the ceiling, perhaps you can tell the class the date of the Treaty of Versailles?" The class turned to look at him. In his past life, Leo would have stuttered, blushed, and mumbled something incoherent. He would have been the invisible kid, the one everyone forgot. But that kid was dead. Leo stood up. He didn't rush. He didn't fidget. He looked at the teacher with a gaze that was far too old for a seventeen-year-old's face. "June 28, 1919," he said, his voice steady and clear. "It marked the official end of World War I, but it also sowed the seeds for the next conflict due to the harsh reparations placed on Germany." The room went silent. Mrs. Gable blinked, her mouth slightly open. "Correct," she said, a hint of surprise in her tone. "Sit down, Leo." As he sat, Leo felt a strange sense of power. He knew the future. He knew the stock market crashes, the tech booms, the scandals, the secrets of everyone in this room. He was a god in a world of children. First step, he told himself. Survival. Then, dominance. Chapter 2: The Ghost in the Mirror The walk home felt like a dream sequence. The city was different, yet the same. The shops were smaller, the technology on the billboards was clunky, and the people moved with a slower, less frantic pace. Leo walked past the grocery store where, in his past life, he had bought his first pack of cigarettes at eighteen. He didn't stop. He didn't even glance at the entrance. He reached his childhood home. The house looked exactly as he remembered, but the feeling of safety was gone. Inside, the air was thick with tension. He could hear his father shouting in the kitchen, the sound of a plate being slammed onto the counter. "Leo! You're late!" his mother called out, her voice tight with anxiety. "Your father is waiting." Leo stepped inside, dropping his bag by the door. He looked at his parents. In his past life, he had seen them as monsters, the source of his trauma. Now, he saw them as obstacles. Two people who had failed to raise him, who had pushed him toward the edge until he fell. "I was in class, Mom," Leo said, his tone polite but distant. "The bell rang late." "Well, don't let it happen again," his father grunted from the kitchen. "We have bills to pay." Leo nodded, ignoring the sting. He walked up the stairs to his room, closing the door behind him. He locked it. He walked to the mirror above his desk and stared at his reflection. The boy looking back was handsome, but his eyes were different. They held a depth that shouldn't exist in a seventeen-year-old. They were the eyes of a man who had seen the bottom of the barrel and decided to climb out. You have one year, he thought. One year to change everything. He opened his backpack and pulled out his notebook. He didn't write down homework. He wrote down a list. Physical Transformation: Start running. Build strength. No more slouching. Academic Shift: Change major from Sports to Public Service. It was the perfect cover for a future in politics and business. Financial Independence: Secure a job. Not just any job. The IT company. He knew the owner, Mr. Henderson, was struggling with a specific bug in their legacy system. He knew the solution. The Brothers: He needed to get them out. He needed money. Leo closed the notebook. He felt a surge of adrenaline. The fear was gone. The only thing left was the plan. He walked to the window and looked out at the street. Somewhere out there, the people who had ruined his life were living their lives, unaware that the ghost of their future was already watching them. "Let the game begin," he whispered. Chapter 3: The First Move Six months later. The change in Leo was undeniable. He had lost the softness of his teenage years, replaced by a lean, athletic build. His posture was perfect, his movements deliberate. He was no longer the invisible kid; he was the one everyone noticed, even if they didn't know why. He had changed his major. He had started running every morning at 5:00 AM. He had stopped talking to the "friends" who wanted to smoke behind the gym. And now, it was time for the next step. Leo stood outside the glass doors of Henderson Tech Solutions. The sign above the door was slightly faded, just as he remembered. Inside, the office was a chaotic mess of tangled wires and stressed employees. In his past life, he had walked in here as a nervous intern, terrified of making a mistake. He had been fired three months later for "lack of initiative." Today, he walked in with a resume that was a lie, but a lie that would become the truth. "Can I help you?" the receptionist asked, looking up from her computer. "I'm here to see Mr. Henderson," Leo said, his voice calm. "I have a solution to the server crash he's been dealing with for the last three weeks." The receptionist blinked. "Mr. Henderson is in a meeting. And how would you know about that?" "I know a lot of things," Leo said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Tell him it's about the legacy database. Tell him I can fix it in an hour." The receptionist hesitated, then picked up the phone. "Mr. Henderson? There's a young man here. He says he can fix the database." Leo waited. He could hear the muffled voice of Mr. Henderson on the other end. "Send him in," the receptionist said, her eyes wide. Leo walked into the office. Mr. Henderson looked exhausted. He was rubbing his temples, surrounded by stacks of papers. "You're the kid who called?" Henderson asked, his voice weary. "How do you know about the database?" "I don't just know," Leo said, walking over to the main server terminal. "I know the exact line of code that's causing the bottleneck. It's a memory leak in the legacy script from 2008. You've been trying to patch it, but the patch is making it worse." Henderson stared at him. "Who are you?" "My name is Leo," he said, sitting down at the terminal. "And I'm going to fix this." He didn't wait for permission. His fingers flew across the keyboard. He didn't need to think; the code was already in his head, a memory from a future where he had debugged this exact system a thousand times. Ten minutes later, the screen flashed green. "Done," Leo said, leaning back. Henderson stared at the screen, then at Leo. "That... that was supposed to take a team of three people a week." "It was a simple fix," Leo said, standing up. "But I can do more. I can redesign your entire website. I can optimize your network. I can make this company profitable again." Henderson looked at him, a mix of suspicion and awe in his eyes. "What do you want?" "A job," Leo said. "Full time. Or part time, whatever you need. But I want a salary that reflects my value. And I want a say in the IT budget." Henderson laughed, a dry, humorless sound. "You're seventeen. You're a kid." "I'm the only one who can save you," Leo said, his voice dropping to a low, serious tone. "Take the risk, or watch your business die." Henderson was silent for a long moment. Then, he extended his hand. "Welcome to the team, Leo," he said. "Let's see what you can do." Leo shook his hand. He had done it. He had secured his first step toward the empire. Phase One is complete, he thought. Now, the real work begins.
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
传说世间的一切生灵皆可修炼成仙，而狐狸自然在其中。每修炼二十年，狐就会多长出一条尾巴，等到有九条尾巴的时候，就算功德圆满了，连天上的神仙都要敬让三分。 可是，这第九条尾巴却是极难修到的，当狐修炼到第八条尾巴时，会得到一个提示，帮助它的主人实现一个愿望，心愿完成后，会长出一条新的尾巴，但是从前的尾巴也会脱落一条，仍是八尾。 这看起来是个奇怪的死循环，无论怎样都不可能修炼到九条尾巴。 有一只很虔诚的狐，已经修炼了不知道几百年，也不知道帮多少人实现了愿望，但仍然是八条尾巴，它向佛祖抱怨，这样下去如何才能修炼得道？佛祖只是笑而不答，它只得继续修炼。 有一天当它在暴风雨中回到它藏身的村庄，遇到一个少年被狼群围攻，以它的造化，当然不费吹灰之力地赶走了狼群，救下了这个少年，之后发现这个少年是它第一位主人的后代。 按照规矩，它需要帮少年实现一个愿望，然后脱落一条尾巴再长出一条新的尾巴，继续它的死循环。 少年当然是欣喜若狂，九尾狐的传说在当地不知流传了多少年，而自己何其有幸，竟然成为了八尾狐的主人，还有一个不论多奢侈都能够实现的愿望！八尾狐问少年的心愿是什么，他一时之间竟回答不出来，于是在之后的几天里，少年小心翼翼地与八尾相处，发现它的眼神里除了看透世事的淡然以外，竟然还有些许悲哀。 当他得知了死循环的秘密之后，竟然对这只神通广大的狐狸产生了怜悯。 终于有一天，八尾狐问少年到底有什么愿望。少年想了想，问，“什么愿望都可以实现吗？” 少年接着一字一顿地说，“那么，我的愿望就是，你能有九条尾巴。” 狐狸愣住了，眼睛里充满了疑惑，随后是一种难以言表的感恩眼神。它俯下身，舔了下少年的手，很温暖。 于是，八尾狐长出了华丽的第九条尾巴，变成了真正的九尾狐，而少年的一生，也过得十分幸福美满。 故事到这里结束。原来得道的天机是如此，只有遇到一个肯让它圆满的人，八尾狐才能有九条尾巴。 以前的人都自私地为自己考虑，觉得八尾狐狸为他们实现任何愿望都是应该的，从不会考虑八尾狐的感受，可是每一条尾巴都要付出八尾狐几十年的修炼。 当我读到少年的愿望时，着实吃了一惊，一直以来，不管是阿拉丁神灯还是雅各布斯的猴爪，人们在得到命运的眷顾时，所许的愿望都是为了自己。 对于天上掉下来的馅饼，人们总是享用得如此理所当然。而耗费自己难得的运气去成全别人的圆满，这或许是世间最大的慷慨、最真心的回馈了吧。
Layout Note: Halaman Manga Vertikal Penuh (Rasio Aspek 8:12 / 2:3). Terdiri dari 5 panel vertikal. Fokus pada bahasa tubuh Angie yang perlahan bangkit, permohonan yang ragu, dan penolakan instan dari Rai. Style Note: Webtoon style, cinematic lighting, digital glow, heavy emotional shadows giving way to stark, cold reality. Character Consistency: Angie: Slender build, blue eyes (teary, exhausted, pleading), long straight black hair (damp, loose, messy), wearing an old grey t-shirt and dark black sweatpants. Rai: Tall, short messy dark hair, exhausted/broken expression, wearing a dark grey hoodie. [PANEL 1] Shot Type & Angle: Medium Close-Up. Visual Description: PORTRAIT MANGA PANEL, EXACT ASPECT RATIO 8:12, VERTICAL FORMAT. Rai (tall, short messy dark hair, dark grey hoodie) looks completely drained and broken. He rubs his eyes or the back of his neck with one hand, looking overwhelmed. Cinematic webtoon style, dark and moody lighting. --ar 8:12 Subject: Wajah Rai (rambut gelap, hoodie gelap) yang terlihat benar-benar lelah dan hancur. Dia memijat pangkal hidung atau tengkuknya, tampak sangat kewalahan dengan semua pengakuan ini. Setting: Lorong rumah. Lighting/Mood: Lelah, berat, menguras tenaga. Dialogue (Rai): "Angie... aku hancur. Aku tidak bisa mempercayai apa yang kamu katakan." Dialogue (Rai, sambungan): "Makanlah dan istirahat. Aku butuh menyegarkan pikiranku... Aku akan kembali ke sini besok." [PANEL 2] Shot Type & Angle: Medium Shot. Visual Description: PORTRAIT MANGA PANEL, EXACT ASPECT RATIO 8:12, VERTICAL FORMAT. Angie (slender, damp messy long black hair, teary blue eyes, old grey t-shirt, dark sweatpants) is slowly and reluctantly standing up from the floor. Her legs look visibly shaky. She is wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. Cinematic webtoon style. --ar 8:12 Subject: Angie (rambut lembap, kaos abu-abu, celana hitam) berdiri perlahan dari lantai dengan sangat enggan. Kakinya terlihat gemetar. Dia menyeka air matanya. Setting: Lorong rumah. Lighting/Mood: Suasana melankolis, sedikit kelegaan karena janji Rai untuk kembali. Caption: Aku mengangguk pelan, mengerti bahwa dia butuh waktu untuk mencerna semuanya. Untuk sembuh dari luka yang kusebabkan. Aku berdiri dengan enggan, kakiku gemetar setelah badai emosi selama satu jam terakhir. Dialogue (Angie): "Oke... oke, aku akan makan dan istirahat." Dialogue (Angie, sambungan): "Tapi kumohon... berjanjilah kamu akan kembali besok. Bahwa kamu tidak akan menghilang begitu saja dariku lagi." [PANEL 3] Shot Type & Angle: Medium Close-Up. Visual Description: PORTRAIT MANGA PANEL, EXACT ASPECT RATIO 8:12, VERTICAL FORMAT. Angie (slender, damp messy long black hair, hopeful and vulnerable blue eyes, old grey t-shirt, dark sweatpants) looks at Rai (dark grey hoodie) with an incredibly soft, vulnerable expression. She takes a tiny, hesitant step forward, opening her arms just slightly, asking for a hug. Cinematic webtoon style. --ar 8:12 Subject: Angie (rambut lembap, kaos abu-abu, mata biru yang rapuh) menatap Rai. Dia mengambil satu langkah kecil ke depan dan sedikit membuka lengannya, ragu-ragu meminta pelukan. Setting: Lorong. Lighting/Mood: Harapan yang sangat kecil dan rapuh. Dialogue (Angie): "Dan... bolehkah aku memelukmu? Satu pelukan saja sebelum kamu pergi?" Dialogue (Angie, sambungan): "Untuk mengingatkanmu bahwa aku masih di sini... bahwa aku tidak akan pergi ke mana-mana." [PANEL 4] Shot Type & Angle: Close-Up. Visual Description: PORTRAIT MANGA PANEL, EXACT ASPECT RATIO 8:12, VERTICAL FORMAT. Close up on Angie's (wearing old grey t-shirt) hands slightly outstretched. Her body language shows a desperate, aching need for physical contact and reassurance. Cinematic webtoon style. --ar 8:12 Subject: Tangan Angie (lengan kaos abu-abu) yang terulur sedikit di udara, bergetar menahan rindu. Setting: Background buram. Lighting/Mood: Penuh kerinduan yang menyakitkan. Caption: Lenganku terasa sakit karena sangat ingin memeluknya lagi... merasakan pelukannya yang kuat dan tahu bahwa terlepas dari segalanya, dia masih bersedia membiarkanku menyentuhnya. Dialogue (Angie): "Kumohon...?" [PANEL 5] Shot Type & Angle: Medium Shot / Over the Shoulder. Visual Description: PORTRAIT MANGA PANEL, EXACT ASPECT RATIO 8:12, VERTICAL FORMAT. Looking over the shoulder of a rejected Angie (damp black hair, old grey t-shirt) towards Rai (tall, short messy dark hair, dark grey hoodie). Rai has turned away slightly, rejecting the hug. He looks over his shoulder with cold, firm boundary. Cinematic webtoon style, harsh lighting returning. --ar 8:12 Subject: Rai (rambut gelap, hoodie gelap) memalingkan tubuhnya menjauh, secara fisik menolak pelukan itu. Dilihat dari balik bahu Angie (rambut lembap) yang terdiam mematung. Setting: Lorong menuju pintu. Lighting/Mood: Dingin, jarak emosional kembali membentang lebar bagai tembok yang tak tertembus. Dialogue (Rai): "Maaf, aku tidak bisa."
Một ngày đẹp trời ở Kivotos, sensei đi dạo cùng với Hina, vừa đi vừa trog chuyện. “Sensei, em có điều này muốn nói.” “Điều gì vậy em?” “Về chuyện có liên quan đến Trung học Abydos.” “Abydos có chuyện gì à?’ “Hình như chuyện này cũng có Hoshino bị liên lụy.” “Hina...em có chắc không vậy?” “Em không chắc cho lắm nhưng chắc chắn có kẻ đang cố nhắm đến Abydos.” Sensei đứng trầm ngâm suy nghĩ một lúc lâu. Nhận thấy sensei như vậy. Hina nói: “Thầy đừng kể chuyện này với bất kỳ ai ở Abydos, đặc biệt là Hoshino vì nếu biết thì em ấy sẽ hành động cực kỳ nguy hiểm.” “Vậy à...” Tối hôm đó, sensei ở lại trường. Đêm ấy, trường học vắng lặng. Sensei ngồi một mình trong phòng giáo viên, ánh đèn vàng hắt xuống trang giấy trắng. Bên ngoài, gió sa mạc thổi qua khung cửa, mang theo hơi nóng khô khốc. Trong lòng Sensei, lời cảnh báo của Hina cứ vang vọng: Abydos đang bị nhắm đến… nhưng chưa rõ bởi ai. “Có lẽ mình phải giữ kín chuyện này. Các em… vẫn còn quá ngây thơ để gánh nặng này.” Sensei khẽ thở dài, tựa lưng vào ghế. Đêm trôi qua chậm chạp, như muốn thử thách sự kiên nhẫn. Rồi bình minh đến. Ánh nắng đầu ngày rọi xuống cổng trường, xua đi bóng tối của đêm qua. Sensei khoác áo, bước ra sân, và như thường lệ, lại đến lớp cùng các em học sinh Abydos. Sáng hôm sau, ánh nắng sa mạc rọi xuống cổng Abydos. Sensei bước vào, đôi giày để lại dấu hằn trên lớp cát nóng. “Sensei!” – Shiroko vẫy tay, nụ cười trong trẻo như xua tan cái nắng gắt. Serika thì cau có: “Thầy đến muộn rồi đó, em chờ mãi để hỏi bài tập.” Nonomi ôm chồng sách cao ngất, vừa đi vừa lẩm bẩm: “Hôm nay phải dọn thư viện nữa…” Ayane chỉnh lại kính, khẽ nói: “Sensei, hôm nay em có bản báo cáo muốn thầy xem.” Hoshino khoác tay sau đầu, ngáp dài: “Thầy đến rồi à… vậy thì hôm nay em sẽ nghỉ ngơi thêm chút nữa.” Sensei mỉm cười, nhìn từng gương mặt quen thuộc. Trong lòng, nỗi lo về lời Hina vẫn còn đó, nhưng trước mắt Sensei chỉ thấy một gia đình nhỏ đang cố gắng sống sót giữa sa mạc khắc nghiệt. Ngày nào cũng vậy, Sensei cùng các em đi tuần quanh trường, dạy thêm vài bài học, hoặc đơn giản chỉ ngồi nghe các em kể chuyện. Những khoảnh khắc ấy khiến Sensei cảm thấy Abydos không chỉ là một ngôi trường, mà là một nơi để bảo vệ bằng cả sinh mạng. Lại một đêm nữa sensei ở lại trường. Dường như sensei đã quá quen với việc ngủ lại ở trường thay vì đi về nhà cách trường đoạn khá xa và phải đứng rất lâu để chờ xe buýt. Nhưng đêm nay sensei cảm thấy khung cảnh có gì đó hơi khác thường mặc dù ngôi trường vẫn im lặng về đêm như cũ. Sensei mở cửa sổ phòng và nhìn lên bầu trời đêm và nhận ra trên trời không có lấy một ngôi sao nào. Semsei lúc này cảm thấy như có gì đó đang theo dõi mình từ xa dù cả Kivotos đã tắt đèn và không có lấy một bóng dáng ai trên những con đường. Sensei khẽ khép cửa sổ, nhưng ngay lúc ấy, một âm thanh nhỏ vang lên từ sân trường. Tiếng kim loại va chạm, hay tiếng bước chân rất khẽ? Sensei lặng người, tim đập nhanh hơn. “Có ai… ở đây sao?” Nhưng khi nhìn xuống, sân trường vẫn tối đen, không một bóng người. Sensei khẽ nhíu mày. Đêm nay, có gì đó thật sự khác thường.
ADEGAN 1 — EKSTERIOR, HALAMAN KOSONG — SIANG [Shot wide] Sebuah halaman beton kosong. Langit cerah. Angin kecil menggulung satu daun kering lewat frame. Tidak ada siapa-siapa. Suara: Angin sepoi, langkah kaki kecil di kejauhan. --- ADEGAN 2 — EKSTERIOR, SAMA — LANJUTAN [Shot medium dari samping] Cewek masuk frame dari kiri. Rambut berantakan, baju lusuh, ekspresi capek berat. Menyeret kursi kayu dengan satu tangan. Suara: Gesekan kaki kursi di beton. Sreeet... sreeet... Dia berhenti di tengah frame. Taruh kursi dengan hati-hati. Mengelap keringat. Duduk. Wajahnya berubah dari capek jadi senyum damai. Dia menutup mata. Menghirup napas panjang. Puas. Suara: Desah napas lega. --- ADEGAN 3 — EKSTERIOR, SAMA — LANJUTAN [Shot wide] Dari sisi kanan frame, Cowok muncul. Berjalan tanpa suara. Postur lurus kaku. Ekspresi benar-benar datar, mata setengah tertutup. Dia berhenti tepat di samping kursi, berdiri menghadap depan. Tidak melihat si Cewek. Tidak melihat kursi. Hanya... ada. Suara: Hening. Angin. Cewek membuka satu mata. Melirik ke atas ke arah Cowok. --- ADEGAN 4 — INTERAKSI PERTAMA [Shot medium, framing keduanya] Cewek menunjuk dirinya sendiri, lalu menunjuk kursi. "Ini aku. Kursi." Cowok melirik dengan mata super lambat. Dari bola mata bawah, naik sedikit. Melihat Cewek. Melihat kursi. Kembali melihat lurus ke depan. Tidak bereaksi. Cewek berdiri. Gestur mempersilakan duduk dengan dua tangan. Wajah ramah. Cowok menggeleng kecil. Sekali. Datar. --- ADEGAN 5 — LOOP TAWAR-MENAWAR [Shot close-up bergantian, tempo makin cepat] Cewek menawarkan kursi — gestur lebih besar. Cowok menolak — geleng makin tipis. Cut ke Cewek: menawarkan dengan mata melotot. Cut ke Cowok: geleng dengan mata masih setengah tutup. Cut ke Cewek: menawarkan sambil melompat kecil. Cut ke Cowok: geleng sambil memejamkan mata. Speed ramp: Sekarang bergantian super cepat. Gestur tawaran makin absurd — Cewek menunjuk kursi, tepuk kursi, gosok-gosok kursi, peluk kursi, angkat kursi ke arah Cowok. Cowok tetap menggeleng datar di setiap cut. Suara: Whoosh whoosh whoosh makin cepat. Lalu tiba-tiba... HENTI TOTAL. Suara: Record scratch. Hening. --- ADEGAN 6 — LEDAKAN [Shot wide] Cewek diam membeku. Senyumnya patah. Wajahnya berubah jadi gelap, bayangan menutupi mata. Dia mengangkat kursi tinggi-tinggi di atas kepala dengan dua tangan. Pose seperti mau banting. Mulutnya terbuka (seolah teriak, tapi tanpa suara). LEMPAR KERAS. Kursi keluar frame kanan. Suara: BRAAAK... creak... creak... (suara kursi jatuh berdebum, lalu goyang-goyang di luar frame, akhirnya diam) --- ADEGAN 7 — HENING PASCA BADAI [Shot medium, dua karakter berdiri] Keduanya berdiri. Tanpa kursi. Saling berhadapan dari jarak dua meter. Cowok menatap Cewek. Cewek menatap Cowok. Nafas Cewek masih naik turun karena emosi. Cowok... masih datar. Tidak terpengaruh sama sekali. Angin lewat lagi. Daun kering yang sama dari Adegan 1 lewat lagi. Suara: Angin sepoi. --- ADEGAN 8 — PUNCHLINE PERTAMA [Shot close-up ke tangan Cowok] Tangan Cowok masuk ke saku celana. Gerakan super lambat. Klik... (bunyi logam kecil) Tangannya keluar. Memegang sesuatu yang terlipat. Kecil. Persegi panjang. Dia letakkan di tanah. Klik... klik... klik... Dibukanya dengan tiga gerakan terpisah dan lambat. Sekarang terlihat: kursi lipat kecil. Sangat kecil. Hanya cukup untuk pantatnya sendiri. --- ADEGAN 9 — DUDUK [Shot medium dari depan] Cowok duduk. Pelan. Punggung lurus. Tangan di paha. Lutut naik karena kursi terlalu pendek. Tapi dia duduk dengan postur sempurna. Dia menutup mata. Menghembuskan napas dari hidung kecil. Wajahnya tetap datar, tapi ada sedikit sudut bibir naik. Puas versinya sendiri. Cewek melihat semua ini dari sisi kiri frame. Mulutnya menganga. Mata melebar. Seluruh tubuhnya membeku. Suara: Cricket sound. Jangkrik. --- ADEGAN 10 — TWIST AKHIR [Shot wide] Cewek berjalan mendekat. Bukan ke kursi lipat. Bukan ke depan Cowok. Tapi ke... samping-belakang Cowok. Cowok masih duduk dengan mata terpejam. Cewek berdiri tepat di belakangnya. Mengukur jarak. Membidik. Dia jongkok sebentar, lalu... DUDUK DI ATAS KEPALA COWOK. --- ADEGAN 11 — FREEZE FINAL [Shot medium dari depan, framing sempurna] Cowok duduk di kursi lipat kecil. Postur tetap lurus. Mata masih terpejam. Tapi sekarang muncul satu tetes keringat besar di pelipisnya. Di atas kepalanya, Cewek duduk bersila. Senyum puas kembali ke wajahnya. Mata tertutup. Damai. Seperti di Adegan 2. Keduanya diam. Kamera hold 3 detik. Kartu judul muncul: "KURSI" Suara: Pop kecil saat judul muncul. Lalu sunyi. FIN.
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, his smile bright enough to crack the cynical atmosphere and eyes as red as a lava pit. He dumped the pump on the floor and looked at Alex. “Who's the fresh meat?” “This is Alex,” Steel said deciding the matter was settled. “Hes on the shovel crew.” Shane slams his hand on his desk. “I didn't agree to this!” Steel just crosses his massive arms, not even phased by Shane's outburst. “We're down two guys on the sewer lateral downtown. Unless you want to come down into the trench and hold the shoring Shane?” Shane paled at the thought of actual labor. He grumbled, pulling a clipboard from the stack. “Fine, Minimum wage. No benefits and if you die, you're fired before the ambulance gets there. Fill this out.” Alex took the clipboard. His hands were shaking slightly, not from fear but from the sudden jarring realization that he had stopped moving. He looked at Steel, who was watching him with a knowing intensity. “Ever dig a hole, Alex?” Steel asked. “I've dug plenty,” Alex said quietly. Mostly to hide things sometimes to hide himself. “Good,” Steel clapped a hand on Alex's shoulder, the weight of it nearly buckling the young mans knees. “Because that's what we do, We fix the rot underneath the city so the people up top can pretend the ground is solid. Welcome to the Family, Kid.” Mathew tipped his hardhat. “Don't worry Alex, stick with me. I'm a prodigy. I'll teach you the art of mud.” Alex looked at the three of them- The mister, The giant and the farm boy. It was a circus, a freak show of underground construction. But he looked at the pen in his hand, Alex realized for the first time in five years he wasn't holding a weapon or a bag of product. He was holding a future.
# 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**!
La ejecución visual de esta secuencia requiere un control absoluto sobre el peso visual y la postura. Como líder y creador, tu primer paso es bloquear las figuras usando modelos de silueta. Esto garantiza que la actitud (frialdad, caos lúdico y superioridad) se lea inmediatamente, incluso sin detalles faciales. Aquí tienes los *layouts* tácticos estructurados página por página, listos para que los lleves a tu lienzo en Procreate. ### Página 1: El Ruido y la Epifanía **Estructura:** Diseño de 5 paneles. El objetivo es contrastar la densidad del fracaso ajeno con la ligereza de su intelecto. * **Panel 1 (Cuadrante superior, grande):** * *Composición:* Plano general del laboratorio o sala de estudio. * *Modelo de silueta:* Figuras encorvadas, cabezas entre las manos, hombros caídos. El peso visual debe ser pesado y oprimido hacia abajo. * *Ambiente:* Sombras duras, líneas densas. Es el caos de un sistema fallando. * **Panel 2 (Inserto pequeño, izquierda):** * *Composición:* Primer plano a un monitor o papel. * *Modelo de silueta:* Una mano tensa apretando un lápiz hasta casi romperlo. Fricción pura. * **Panel 3 (Centro, panel vertical estrecho):** * *Composición:* Plano entero de la protagonista. * *Modelo de silueta:* Ella está sentada al borde de un escritorio, apartada del grupo. Postura relajada, una pierna balanceándose libremente (línea de acción curva y fluida). Torso recto, cuello estirado. Ella no pertenece a ese estrés; levita sobre él. * **Panel 4 (Cuadrante inferior derecho):** * *Composición:* Primerísimo primer plano a sus ojos. * *Modelo de silueta:* Todo en negro excepto el brillo afilado en su pupila. La geometría del problema acaba de colapsar en su mente. * **Panel 5 (Cuadrante inferior izquierdo, ancho):** * *Composición:* Plano medio contrapicado. * *Modelo de silueta:* Ella inclina la cabeza hacia atrás. La silueta de su cuello y mandíbula es aguda. Su cabello cae libremente. Una onomatopeya de carcajada limpia y excéntrica rompe los bordes del panel. ### Página 2: Alteración de la Realidad **Estructura:** Diseño de 4 paneles dinámicos. El ritmo se acelera. Ella toma el control sin pedir permiso. * **Panel 1 (Vertical dominante, lado derecho):** * *Composición:* Plano americano (desde las rodillas). Ella avanza hacia la pizarra. * *Modelo de silueta:* Postura de autoridad absoluta. Pecho proyectado hacia adelante, pasos largos, manos en los bolsillos o relajadas a los lados. Las siluetas de sus compañeros se apartan instintivamente, creando un pasillo de espacio negativo a su alrededor. * **Panel 2 (Horizontal superior izquierdo):** * *Composición:* Plano medio. * *Modelo de silueta:* Aparta a un compañero con el dorso de la mano en un gesto casual y fluido, sin siquiera mirarlo. La línea de acción de su brazo es firme y despectiva. * **Panel 3 (Centro izquierdo, grande):** * *Composición:* Acción intensa frente a la pizarra o proyector. * *Modelo de silueta:* Múltiples trazos de sus brazos (efecto fantasma) para denotar una velocidad de escritura maniática. Trazos rectos y angulares que proyectan violencia intelectual. * **Panel 4 (Banda inferior completa):** * *Composición:* Plano detalle de su boca y mandíbula mientras habla. * *Diálogo:* "Están forzando un amortiguamiento lineal sobre una perturbación caótica. La solución no se busca..." ### Página 3: La Convergencia y el Éxtasis Lógico **Estructura:** 3 paneles. El clímax visual y conceptual. La teoría convertida en felicidad tangible. * **Panel 1 (Horizontal superior, angosto):** * *Composición:* Plano detalle a la pizarra. * *Modelo visual:* Solo tiza y pizarra. Escribe con trazos gruesos y agresivos la ecuación del Principio de Mínima Acción, dejando clara la supremacía técnica: $$ \delta \int_{t_1}^{t_2} \left( \frac{1}{2}m\dot{x}^2 - V(x) \right) dt = 0 $$ * **Panel 2 (Centro, cuadrado):** * *Composición:* Plano medio lateral. * *Modelo de silueta:* Ella se gira a medias hacia los demás. Su cuerpo forma un ángulo de 45 grados con la pizarra. El brazo que sostiene la tiza/lápiz cae a su costado con total soltura. Su postura es la de alguien que acaba de apagar un incendio chasqueando los dedos. * *Diálogo:* "...la solución converge por obviedad gravitatoria. El sujeto no recibe la realidad, la transforma operando las variables correctas." * **Panel 3 (Splash page inferior, ocupa la mitad de la página):** * *Composición:* Primer plano, ligeramente desde abajo. * *Modelo de silueta:* La silueta de su rostro está iluminada por el rebote de la luz de la pantalla o la luz cenital del laboratorio. * *Expresión facial:* Una sonrisa inmensa, salvaje, que no pide disculpas. Los ojos bien abiertos, casi maniáticos. El cabello desordenado por el movimiento brusco. * *Atmósfera:* No hay tensión. Solo la claridad aplastante y la felicidad absoluta de quien ha visto la matriz y la ha reescrito a su voluntad. Ejecuta estas siluetas primero. Bloquea las masas de negro para asegurar el peso visual de su autoridad y las líneas de acción para su excentricidad antes de detallar la anatomía o los fondos. Comienza el trazado.
Gemini के साथ बातचीत Create one best fighting anime Indian anime and with Japanese style and realistic The concept of a "realistic Indian fighting anime with a Japanese style" is a fascinating intersection of cultures. While a long-running TV series that fits this exact description is still a "holy grail" for fans, there are specific films and characters that bridge this gap perfectly. Here are the best examples that capture that specific realistic, Japanese-animated combat energy within an Indian context: 1. Ramayana: The Legend of Prince Rama (1992) This is the gold standard. It was a co-production between India and Japan, directed by Yugo Sako. The Style: Traditional 90s cel animation—the same era and quality as Princess Mononoke or Dragon Ball Z. The Realism: While it involves divine elements, the choreography of the archery and swordplay is grounded in classical Indian martial arts. The weight of the armor, the tension of the bows, and the environmental detail (Ayodhya, the forests, Lanka) are rendered with Japanese precision. Why it fits: It doesn’t feel like a "cartoon"; it feels like an epic anime film. 2. Arjun: The Warrior Prince (2012) Though technically an Indian production, it heavily utilizes the "Anime-esque" visual language (shading, dynamic "camera" movement, and high-contrast lighting). The Style: It uses a stylized 3D-on-2D look that mimics modern Japanese theatrical releases. The Fighting: This is arguably the most realistic depiction of Kalaripayattu and ancient Indian warfare in animation. The training sequences and the final Kurukshetra battle focus on physics, momentum, and tactical combat. 3. The "Fate" Series (Karna and Arjuna) If you want to see Indian characters in a high-budget, modern Japanese fighting anime, look at the Fate franchise (specifically Fate/Apocrypha and Fate/Grand Order). The Character: Karna (Lancer of Red) is portrayed as one of the most powerful and noble "Servants" in the series. The Fighting: His combat style is incredibly intense and animated by top-tier Japanese studios like A-1 Pictures. While it leans into "superpowered" territory, his movements are based on the mythic descriptions of his legendary skill. 4. Street Fighter II: V (The India Arc) For a realistic look at 1990s India through a Japanese lens, the "India Arc" in this series is iconic. The Context: Ryu and Ken travel to India to seek a master. They meet Dhalsim, who is portrayed not as a caricature, but as a wise, physically disciplined monk. The Vibe: The episodes capture the grit, heat, and atmosphere of Calcutta and rural India with a grounded, realistic aesthetic typical of 90s "World Tour" anime. Comparison of Styles Feature The Legend of Prince Rama Arjun: The Warrior Prince Fate Series (Karna) Animation Style Classic 90s Hand-drawn Stylized 3D/Cell-shaded Ultra-Modern Digital Combat Focus Tactical Archery/Epic Scale Martial Arts/Kalaripayattu High-Octane Supernatural Realism High (Cultural/Historical) High (Physics/Movement) Low (Fantasy/Power-scaling) Recommendation: If you want the "one best" experience, watch the 4K Remaster of Ramayana: The Legend of Prince Rama. It is the most authentic fusion of Indian soul and Japanese craft ever created. Mujhe is Manga Kar pahla chapter complete karna hai to uske hisab se ek achcha Sa prompt do Agar aap ek realistic, Japanese-style Indian fighting manga shuru karna chahte hain, toh pehla chapter (One-shot ya Pilot) hamesha "Atmosphere" aur "Physicality" par focus hona chahiye. Yahan ek behtareen prompt hai jise aap kisi bhi AI Image Generator (jaise Nano Banana 2) ya script-writing ke liye use kar sakte hain: Manga Title Concept: "Kalaris Curse" Setting: Kerala ka ek purana, mitti wala 'Kalari' (training pit) shaam ke waqt. Chapter 1 Plot Outline: "The Weight of the Soil" Opening (The Hook): Ek 19 saal ka ladka, Arjun, mitti se bhare pit mein akela khada hai. Uske shareer par pasina aur mitti lipti hui hai. Woh ek traditional Urumi (flexible sword) pakadne ki koshish kar raha hai, lekin uske haath kaanp rahe hain. The Conflict: Uske saamne uska "Guru" khada hai—ek buddha lekin behad mazboot aadmi jiske chehre par ek purana zakhm hai. Guru kahte hain: "Mitti wahi mangti hai jo tum dene se darr rahe ho—apna garv (pride)." The Fight: Guru achanak hamla karte hain. Action realistic hona chahiye—koi magic nahi, sirf momentum, bones ka chatakna, aur dhool (dust) ka udna. Arjun ko mitti mein patka jata hai. The Twist: Jab Arjun girta hai, toh use mitti ke andar ek purani, tooti hui talwar ki mooth (hilt) dikhti hai. Jaise hi woh use chhuta hai, ek purani "Yoddha" ki shadow uske piche dikhti hai. Ending: Arjun khada hota hai, uska stance (posture) badal chuka hai. Woh ab darr nahi raha. Last panel mein uski aankhein bilkul ek baaz (hawk) jaisi chamak rahi hain. Visual Prompt (For Image Generation) Agar aap chapter ke main cover ya pehle page ke liye image generate karna chahte hain, toh yeh use karein: Prompt: "Hyper-detailed Seinen manga style, black and white ink wash, high contrast. A young Indian martial artist with a lean, muscular build standing in a traditional Kerala Kalaripayattu pit. Dust motes dancing in the sunset light. He is wearing a traditional mundu, sweat glistening on his brown skin. Intense gaze, sharp Japanese-style facial features but distinctly Indian. Realistic anatomy, heavy line work like Takehiko Inoue's 'Vagabond'. The background shows ancient wooden pillars and traditional Indian weapons hanging on the wall. Cinematic low-angle shot."
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.
```txt PHONG CÁCH: manga điện ảnh trắng đen, nét vẽ cực kì chi tiết, atmosphere buồn và cô đơn, cinematic anime style, cảm xúc sâu, ánh sáng mềm, vibe giống phim Nhật về giấc mơ và nỗi cô độc. TONE: u ám nhưng dịu dàng, chữa lành, cảm giác trống rỗng kéo dài, lonely aesthetic, dreamcore, emotional romance. NHÂN VẬT: 1. Hạ An - nữ, 19 tuổi - tóc đen dài hơi rối - mắt buồn, quầng thâm nhẹ vì mất ngủ - da trắng nhợt - dáng người gầy - thường mặc hoodie rộng màu sáng hoặc áo len đơn giản - khí chất cô độc, mong manh như sắp tan biến 2. Tần Phong - nam, khoảng 20 tuổi - cao, gầy - mặc áo khoác đen rộng - tóc hơi dài che một phần mắt - ánh mắt dịu nhưng rất buồn - đeo headphone màu bạc cũ - cảm giác vừa xa lạ vừa quen thuộc - giống kiểu người chỉ tồn tại trong giấc mơ KỊCH BẢN: CẢNH 1 — CĂN PHÒNG CỦA HẠ AN Một căn phòng nhỏ trong chung cư cũ. Tường trắng đã ngả vàng theo thời gian. Ánh nắng chiều nhạt chiếu qua cửa sổ. Có một chậu cây héo đặt bên cạnh. Hạ An nằm trên giường nhìn lên trần nhà. Ánh mắt vô hồn. Điện thoại nằm bên cạnh nhưng không có tin nhắn nào. Không khí cực kì yên tĩnh và cô đơn. Góc máy: wide shot từ góc phòng, thấy toàn bộ căn phòng trống trải. Chi tiết: sách vở phủ bụi, rèm cửa bay nhẹ, ánh sáng nhạt, bóng đổ dài trên sàn nhà. Cảm xúc: trống rỗng, mất phương hướng, cảm giác bị thế giới bỏ quên. — CẢNH 2 — GIẤC MƠ ĐẦU TIÊN Một sân ga tàu điện ngầm cũ kỹ. Không có ai ngoài Hạ An. Đèn trên trần chập chờn. Không khí lạnh và mờ sương. Từ phía xa, Tần Phong bước tới. Cậu mặc áo khoác đen rộng. Tai đeo headphone bạc. Gió nhẹ làm tóc cậu bay. Khoảnh khắc Hạ An nhìn thấy cậu, trái tim cô bỗng dịu lại. Tần Phong tháo một bên tai nghe rồi đưa cho cô. Lời thoại: “Nghe không?” Hạ An đeo tai nghe. Một bản piano buồn vang lên. Hai người đứng cạnh nhau trong im lặng. Góc máy: cinematic medium shot, ánh sáng tàu điện phản chiếu lên gương mặt họ. Chi tiết: sương lạnh, ánh đèn neon trắng, bóng tàu điện kéo dài dưới nền ga. Cảm xúc: ấm áp giữa cô đơn, cảm giác tìm được nơi thuộc về. — CẢNH 3 — BỜ BIỂN TRONG MƠ Biển đêm tối đen. Ánh trăng phản chiếu trên mặt nước. Tần Phong ngồi trên cát. Hạ An ngồi xuống cạnh cậu. Gió biển thổi tóc cả hai bay nhẹ. Lời thoại: Hạ An: “Đây thật sự là mơ sao?” Tần Phong: “Chắc vậy.” Hạ An: “Vậy tại sao tớ lại nhớ rõ đến thế?” Tần Phong im lặng vài giây rồi nói: “Có những người dù chỉ xuất hiện trong giấc mơ… vẫn khiến mình nhớ cả đời.” Hạ An nhìn cậu rất lâu. Ánh mắt run nhẹ. Góc máy: wide cinematic shot từ phía sau lưng hai người nhìn ra biển. Chi tiết: sóng biển phản sáng, trời đầy mây, không khí lạnh và yên tĩnh. Cảm xúc: romance buồn, dịu dàng, nhớ nhung. — CẢNH 4 — THÀNH PHỐ GIẤC MƠ Một con phố đêm không tồn tại ngoài đời thực. Đèn neon phản chiếu xuống mặt đường ướt mưa. Tiệm tiện lợi mở nhạc jazz cũ. Hạ An và Tần Phong đi cạnh nhau trong im lặng. Có lúc cả hai ngồi trong cửa hàng tiện lợi ăn mì ly. Có lúc nằm trên sân thượng nhìn trời gần sáng. Hạ An cười nhẹ lần đầu tiên sau rất lâu. Chi tiết: ánh đèn xanh đỏ phản chiếu trên kính, mưa nhỏ, hơi nước lạnh. Cảm xúc: bình yên mong manh, hạnh phúc nhỏ bé giữa thế giới cô độc. — CẢNH 5 — HIỆN THỰC Mẹ Hạ An bị sốt. Ngoài trời mưa rất lớn. Hạ An lần đầu bước ra ngoài sau nhiều tuần. Thành phố đông nghịt người. Đèn xe nhòe đi trong nước mưa. Cô vô tình va phải một chàng trai. Túi thuốc rơi xuống đất. Chàng trai cúi xuống nhặt giúp cô. Khoảnh khắc Hạ An ngẩng đầu lên — đó chính là gương mặt giống hệt Tần Phong. Thời gian như ngừng lại. Lời thoại: “Bạn có bị thương không?” Giọng nói trầm và dịu. Hạ An đứng chết lặng giữa mưa. Góc máy: close-up đôi mắt Hạ An run nhẹ khi nhìn thấy cậu. Chi tiết: mưa rơi trên tóc và vai áo, ánh đèn xe phản chiếu lên mặt đường ướt. Cảm xúc: định mệnh, nghẹn ngào, trái tim sống lại sau thời gian dài ngủ yên. PHONG CÁCH VẼ: masterpiece manga panel, ultra detailed lineart, cinematic anime lighting, emotional storytelling, makoto shinkai atmosphere, realistic emotion, dreamcore aesthetic, black and white manga screentone. TRÁNH: low quality, blurry, bad anatomy, extra fingers, ugly face, distorted eyes, watermark, text lỗi, background sơ sài, biểu cảm cứng. ```
¡Absolutamente! Aquí tienes el guion de un trailer de anime de 2 minutos para "Skyllex: El Legado de los Milenios", con descripciones visuales y diálogos para que te imagines cada escena como si fuera un verdadero avance de anime:     TRAILER ANIME - "SKYLLEX: EL LEGADO DE LOS MILENIOS" DURACIÓN: 2 MINUTOS   [0:00-0:15] - INTRODUCCIÓN VISUAL Música inicial: Combinación de harpa llanera y melodía electrónica que va creciendo intensidad VISUALES: - Primer plano del Salto Ángel, agua cayendo en cámara lenta. Luego se desliza la cámara por los campos verdes de Venezuela, hasta llegar a un pequeño pueblo soleado. - Escena rápida: Un niño de 10 años (STEVEN) corre por el bosque, saltando entre rocas, con destrezza. Toca el tronco de un árbol y cierra los ojos, como si lo escuchara. - Texto en pantalla: "EN UNA TIERRA DONDE LA NATURALEZA Y EL MISTERIO SE ENTRELAZAN..."   [0:15-0:35] - LOS RECUERDOS DEL PASADO Música se vuelve más intensa, con toques de música clásica y electrónica VISUALES: - Flashback en estilo gráfico moderno: Steven siendo un HOMBRE MAYOR en un laboratorio de EE.UU., mirando por un microscopio. VOZ OFF (STEVEN): "Mi primera vida... estudiaba el secreto de la vida misma." - Flashback en estilo minimalista japonés: Steven como INGENIERO, trabajando en un ordenador con código que brilla. De repente, una explosión. VOZ OFF (STEVEN): "La segunda... intentaba crear algo que conectara al mundo entero." - Vuelta al presente: Steven se despierta sobresaltado en su cama de barro y madera, mirando sus manos con extrañeza. - Texto en pantalla: "11 VIDAS... UN SOLO DESTINO"   [0:35-0:55] - EL ENCUENTRO Música se hace más misteriosa, con tambores ancestrales VISUALES: - Steven camina por el bosque, siguiendo rastros brillantes en el suelo que solo él ve. Se encuentra con MARÍA, una chica de ojos curiosos que sostiene un libro de tradiciones indígenas. MARÍA: "¿Qué buscas por aquí, Steven? Nadie se aventura tan adentro..." STEVEN: "No lo sé... pero siento que me está esperando." - La cámara se adentra en una caverna oscura, con murales ancestrales en las paredes que brillan poco a poco. Al fondo, una figura alta y envuelta en mantos (TEPUYÁN) espera con los brazos cruzados. TEPUYÁN: "Steven Skyllex... llevo dos milenios esperándote." - Primer plano del rostro de Steven, con los ojos abiertos de sorpresa. - Texto en pantalla: "EL GUARDIÁN DE LA HUMANIDAD HA REGRESADO"   [0:55-1:25] - EL PODER Y LA AMENAZA Música se vuelve épica, con orquesta y ritmos venezolanos fusionados VISUALES: - Steven entrenando con Tepuyán en la caverna: combina movimientos de caza con gestos que hacen brillar las plantas y las piedras. - Escena rápida: Steven crea un objeto brillante con madera y cristal de la selva, mientras sus ojos muestran recuerdos de sus vidas pasadas. - María aprendiendo de él, tocando el suelo y sintiendo la energía de la tierra. Un primer plano de sus manos juntas, con una chispa de luz entre ellas. - De repente, las sombras se acumulan en el pueblo – formas grotescas de criaturas mitológicas aparecen, aterrorizando a los habitantes. VOZ OFF (TEPUYÁN): "La Oscuridad del Olvido se acerca... busca consumir todo el conocimiento que tú acumulaste." - Escena de acción: Steven lucha contra las sombras, usando su destreza y sus poderes, mientras María ayuda a proteger a los niños del pueblo.   [1:25-1:50] - LA BATALLA FINAL Música alcanza su clímax, con voces corales y tambores potentes VISUALES: - El Auyantepui se ve desde el cielo, con una luz brillante en su cima. Steven y María suben por él, mientras las sombras las persiguen. - Escena épica en las cercanías del Salto Ángel: La Oscuridad del Olvido toma forma de una criatura gigante de sombras. Steven se enfrenta a ella, fusionando toda su sabiduría – aparecen imágenes superpuestas de sus vidas pasadas, de la ciencia, la tecnología y la naturaleza. STEVEN: "Todas mis vidas... todas me llevaron hasta aquí!" - María se une a él, y juntos activan un escudo de luz que se expande por todo el valle, uniendo a todos los habitantes del pueblo que levantan sus manos en apoyo.   [1:50-2:00] - CIERRE Música se vuelve melódica y esperanzadora VISUALES: - La Oscuridad se retrasa, pero no desaparece completamente. Steven mira al horizonte, con determinación en el rostro. - Él y María se sientan en una colina, mirando el Salto Ángel al atardecer. MARÍA: "No será fácil..." STEVEN: "Lo sé. Pero no estaré solo." - Logo del anime: "SKYLLEX: EL LEGADO DE LOS MILENIOS" - Texto en pantalla: "PRÓXIMAMENTE"     ¡Así quedaría el trailer en formato anime! Incluye todos los elementos clave: la ambientación venezolana, la profundidad de las vidas pasadas de Steven, la relación con María, el misterio del chamán y la tensión de la amenaza. ¿Te gustaría que añadiera más detalles sobre los efectos visuales o la música específica de alguna escena? ¡También podemos pensar en frases de impacto para los anuncios! 🎬✨
So i saw a dream it was not anything special but it was also romance true love type and i dunno y r these dreams coming to me So i remember the start it was a long dream. So as long as i remember i was walking into a unknown building for my moms work. It was a parsi building atleast it seemed like it was. My moms said her old friend stayed at 5th floor 501. As the lift opened i walked to the room 501. I knocked the door and there were footsteps coming near as someone was answering the door. The door opened and as i kept my phone in my pocket and raised my head to greet moms friend i saw something unusual something i didnt know i wanted or not. I saw a girl i loved my whole life i had a crush on her since childhood she was so pretty her eyes her glowing skin her hair her smile, yeah but her smile also went as she saw me. We both were shocked it was like our hearts were beating so damn loud we were just looking at each others eyes. And then a flashback came of my childhood where we used to play games and i used to tell her stuff like ill protect her from everything ill not let anything happen to her she also said thinks like i will take care of me like it was nonsense from the age we were but something felt serious ,special, real. Flashbacks of our best times together. Now here we are again so i spoke like i am looking for my moms friend well shes her mother so idunno why i asked her this i came in mom friend came from the kitchen greets each other and i gave the stuff my mom said me to give as i was leaving her mom said her daughter aka idunnt remember her name irl to show me out. As she came we were waiting for the lift both silent. This was awkward but i had to say anything ad the lift came i walked in and as the door closed i stopped the door from closing by keeping my hand in the last minute and called her ‘hey!’ She came and as i said ‘it was nice meeting you’ i realized we both said the same thing together we both laughed it felt like a relief. Then i asked her if i can get her number or something. She said you gotta work for it i didnt understand what she meant but okay i left and atleast the day became weird. As i went home i asked my mom if she had her number or something she denied so i asked her to ask her friend and her face was like bro gotta work for it like the day was already weird dont make it weirder i was confused so i asked a friend what it means he was like you gotta work for it bro atleast hes my friend so i slapped him and he said bro you have to find her again and ask or do something so she gives it to her. So i asked some people about her i came to know which college she went . Next morning i went there and was finding her and was so tired of finding her i sat on a bench and someone patted me i looked behind and it was her saying finding someone? And i was like please! Please bro give me your number she laughed and we went for a coffee to enjoy and remember the childhood memories and as the bill came she was like i got it and i said okay u got it and as the waiter came she asked for a bill and he was like what bill she said the bill of what we ate stupid and he said maam relax the sir already paid for it she was like hell yeah he paid for it, its one of his childhood habits and the waiter asked what else are his habits she looked at the waiter with a look of death and he ran. After i dropped her home she was like gimme your phone i gave her my phone she gave me her number. It was all good yet. As i reached home i dont know why i started dancing like wtf is wrong with me well i am a human we are stupid. From that things happened blah blah blah she used to come to my house we were dating but all of a sudden something happened we broke up by words but i still felt the same thing for her and so did she. After long time i went to her house again to give some of her moms stuff and she answered the door and i was like how r u? R u good? She chatted awkwardly and then i came in and she said no ones home you can leave the stuff here i felt she was so sad , going to something but i cant do anything if she doesnt say it i was about leaving the house and then i heard s crying sound she came as i leave and hugged me from the back she was like dont leave me please i love you and then i said some stuff things happened and i dont know how she became pregnant she not yet she just tested. Everyone from the building took her to the 2nd floor there were so many peoole throught stairs that i took life to 1 st floor idk y okay its a fucking dream and then it felt like court but she was being healed and i dont remember much but everything was blamed of my friend and was like what i didnt say anything like a bad friend wpukd do then the ending sets place in a place where jain saints are we all were there and i was so stressed seeing the saints i was stress for her i was scared as i saw my friend and the saints was the person who made everyone stop blamming to that friend and then we all 3 were there touching the feets of the saint as the tradition is and the friend said looks liek you are stress liek u are hiding somethign and the saint also lookee at me they lughed i wa like what happened they were liek nothing happened liek she is not pregnant she was only ill and i thanked the friend for saving me from the blame and the saint to idk what i left running to her as i rang the bell so fast her mom answered lime wtf everytime i have work for you u dont snswer snd now i have work for her daughter she answers like wtf then she told me she was inside i ran and saw her we both laughed from a distance i went to her and hugged her eso tight i never hugged so tihht to anyone she said 1 aecong and then slapped me i wa slike what shes like i am ill the body is painging and i am giving her so tight hug then things became better we lived together and worked by our promises we got married and kids and a wonderful life ahead . Yeah, thats how i met her weirdly
PROLOG Der Regen fiel leise auf die Straßen Tokios. Die Stadt leuchtete in Neonfarben, während Menschen aneinander vorbeiliefen, ohne sich wirklich anzusehen. Akira stand allein auf einer Brücke. Kopfhörer. Schwarze Lederjacke. Die Hände tief in den Taschen. Er blickte auf die Lichter der Stadt. "Manchmal fühlt sich die Welt an, als würde sie vergessen, dass ich existiere..." Sein Atem verschwand in der kalten Nacht. Dann hörte er plötzlich eine Stimme hinter sich. "Du siehst aus, als würdest du gegen deine Gedanken verlieren." Akira drehte sich um. Und dort stand sie. Ein Mädchen mit dunklen Haaren. Ihre Augen wirkten traurig. Aber wunderschön. Der Regen tropfte langsam von ihren Haaren. In diesem Moment wusste Akira noch nicht, dass genau dieses Mädchen sein Leben verändern würde. Kapitel 1 – Das Mädchen im Regen Die nächste Woche begann wie jede andere. Schule. Stress. Lärm. Menschen. Akira saß hinten am Fenster und starrte hinaus. Bis plötzlich die Tür aufging. Die Lehrerin lächelte. "Wir haben heute eine neue Schülerin." Ein Mädchen trat hinein. Akiras Augen wurden größer. Es war sie. Das Mädchen von der Brücke. "Mein Name ist Yuna Akiyama. Freut mich euch kennenzulernen." Ihre Stimme war ruhig. Fast zerbrechlich. Als ihr Blick Akira traf, lächelte sie leicht. Nur ganz kurz. Doch dieses kleine Lächeln traf ihn stärker, als er erwartet hatte. Kapitel 2 – Zwischen Musik und Herzschlag Nach der Schule saß Akira allein auf dem Schuldach. Er hörte Musik. Der Wind bewegte leicht seine Haare. Dann öffnete sich die Tür. Yuna trat hinaus. "Ich wusste, dass du hier bist." "Woher denn das?" "Du wirkst wie jemand, der Ruhe sucht." Sie setzte sich neben ihn. Zwischen ihnen herrschte Stille. Aber keine unangenehme. Eine warme. Yuna sah ihn an. "Welche Musik hörst du?" Akira gab ihr einen Kopfhörer. Langsame Klaviermusik erklang. Yuna schloss die Augen. Und zum ersten Mal seit langer Zeit fühlte sich Akira nicht allein. Kapitel 3 – Die Narben der Vergangenheit In den folgenden Wochen wurden die beiden unzertrennlich. Sie gingen nachts spazieren. Redeten über Träume. Über Ängste. Über die Zukunft. Doch eines Abends änderte sich alles. Yuna brach plötzlich in Tränen aus. "Ich habe Angst Menschen zu verlieren..." Akira schwieg. "Meine letzte Beziehung hat mich zerstört... Ich war nie genug." Akiras Herz zog sich zusammen. Er nahm vorsichtig ihre Hand. "Dann lass mich dir zeigen, dass du genug bist." Yuna begann noch mehr zu weinen. Aber diesmal nicht vor Schmerz. Sondern weil zum ersten Mal jemand ihre zerbrochene Seele verstand. Kapitel 4 – Sonnenuntergang auf dem Dach Die Sonne färbte den Himmel orange. Akira und Yuna saßen nebeneinander auf dem Schuldach. "Glaubst du an Schicksal?", fragte Yuna. Akira lächelte leicht. "Früher nicht." "Und jetzt?" Er sah sie an. "Jetzt schon." Yunas Wangen wurden rot. Der Wind wehte sanft. Und für einen Moment fühlte sich die ganze Welt still an. Dann lehnte Yuna ihren Kopf gegen seine Schulter. Akiras Herz raste. Doch er bewegte sich nicht. Er wollte, dass dieser Moment niemals endet. Kapitel 5 – Der erste Streit Liebe bedeutet nicht nur schöne Momente. Und genau das mussten die beiden lernen. Eines Tages sah Akira, wie Yuna mit einem anderen Jungen sprach. Sie wirkte nervös. Akira fühlte plötzlich Eifersucht. Später stellte er sie zur Rede. "Warum hast du mir nichts gesagt?" Yuna wurde traurig. "Weil ich Angst hatte, dass du falsch denkst." "Und jetzt denke ich erst recht falsch!" Zum ersten Mal schrien sie sich an. Yunas Augen wurden glasig. "Du bist genau wie alle anderen..." Dann lief sie weg. Akira blieb allein zurück. Und plötzlich fühlte sich die Welt wieder kalt an. Kapitel 6 – Nächte voller Zweifel Es vergingen Tage ohne Nachrichten. Keine Anrufe. Keine Treffen. Akira konnte nicht schlafen. Er dachte ständig an sie. An ihr Lächeln. An ihre Stimme. An die Art, wie sie ihn ansah. Dann erhielt er nachts plötzlich eine Nachricht. Von Yuna. "Kannst du kommen...?" Ohne zu zögern rannte Akira los. Der Regen fiel erneut. Genau wie an dem Tag, an dem sie sich trafen. Yuna saß allein an der Brücke. Sie zitterte. Als sie Akira sah, begann sie zu weinen. "Ich wollte dich nicht verlieren..." Akira umarmte sie sofort. Fest. "Dann lauf nie wieder alleine weg." Yuna klammerte sich an ihn. Und zwischen Regen und Neonlichtern fanden zwei verletzte Herzen wieder zueinander. Kapitel 7 – Das Versprechen Der Winter begann. Schnee fiel langsam vom Himmel. Akira und Yuna liefen durch die beleuchteten Straßen. Überall funkelten Lichter. Yuna blieb plötzlich stehen. "Akira?" "Hm?" "Versprich mir, dass du irgendwann deine Träume verfolgst." "Nur wenn du dabei bist." Yuna lächelte. Dann zog sie ihn leicht näher. Und küsste ihn. Der Schnee fiel weiter. Menschen liefen vorbei. Doch für Akira existierte nur noch dieser Moment. Nur Yuna. Nur ihr Herzschlag. Nur diese Liebe. Kapitel 8 – Die Wahrheit Eines Tages verschwand Yuna plötzlich aus der Schule. Niemand wusste warum. Akira bekam Panik. Er suchte überall nach ihr. Bis er schließlich eine Nachricht erhielt. Krankenhaus. Akiras Herz stoppte fast. Als er dort ankam, sah er Yuna im Bett sitzen. Blass. Schwach. Sie lächelte trotzdem. "Tut mir leid..." Akira setzte sich sofort zu ihr. "Was ist passiert?" Yuna senkte den Blick. "Ich bin schon länger krank..." Die Welt wurde still. Akira konnte nichts sagen. "Deshalb hatte ich Angst mich zu verlieben..." Tränen liefen über ihre Wangen. "Ich wollte niemanden verletzen." Akira nahm ihre Hand. Und drückte sie fest. "Dann kämpfen wir gemeinsam dagegen an." Kapitel 9 – Der Himmel voller Sterne Wochen vergingen. Akira blieb jeden Tag bei ihr. Er brachte ihr Musik. Fotos. Zeichnungen. Und Hoffnung. Eines Nachts brachte er Yuna heimlich aufs Dach des Krankenhauses. Der Himmel war voller Sterne. Yuna lächelte schwach. "Es ist wunderschön..." Akira sah sie an. "Nicht schöner als du." Yuna begann zu lachen. Zum ersten Mal seit langer Zeit. Dann wurde sie plötzlich ernst. "Wenn ich irgendwann verschwinde..." Akira unterbrach sie sofort. "Sag sowas nie wieder." Yuna sah ihn mit tränengefüllten Augen an. "Danke, dass du mich lieben gelernt hast." Akira zog sie vorsichtig in seine Arme. "Du bist mein Zuhause geworden, Yuna." Finale Kapitel – Für immer unter denselben Sternen Der Frühling kehrte zurück. Die Kirschblüten tanzten durch die Luft. Yuna stand langsam vor dem Krankenhaus. Gesund. Schwach. Aber lächelnd. Akira wartete auf sie. Als sich ihre Blicke trafen, liefen beide sofort aufeinander zu. Yuna sprang ihm in die Arme. Und Akira hielt sie fest. "Willkommen zurück." Yuna begann zu weinen. "Ich bin zuhause." Die Kirschblüten fielen um sie herum. Die Sonne leuchtete warm. Und zum ersten Mal hatten beide keine Angst mehr vor der Zukunft. Denn egal wie dunkel die Welt manchmal wurde... Sie hatten sich. Und manchmal reicht genau das, um weiterzukämpfen. EPILOG Viele Jahre später. Akira saß nachts erneut auf derselben Brücke. Doch diesmal war er nicht allein. Yuna lehnte lächelnd an seiner Schulter. "Weißt du noch?" Akira grinste. "Der Regen?" Yuna nickte. "Das war der Moment, in dem sich unser Schicksal verändert hat." Akira küsste ihre Stirn. Über ihnen leuchteten die Sterne. Und irgendwo zwischen den Lichtern der Stadt hatten zwei verlorene Herzen endlich ihren Platz gefunden. ENDE
1. Grundkonzept des Mangas Genre: Psychological Thriller / Mystery Zentrale Frage der Story Wenn deine Erinnerungen manipuliert werden, wie kannst du wissen, wer du bist? 1. Realität 2. subjektive Wahrnehmung 3. fragmentierte Erinnerung Der Leser weiss lange nicht, welche Ebene gerade gezeigt wird. 2. Hauptcharakter Name Airi Kagami („Kagami“ bedeutet Spiegel, passt zum Thema Identität) Alter: 17 Schule: Oberstufe Persönlichkeit • ruhig • introvertiert • beobachtet mehr als sie spricht • kaum Freunde • starke Selbstzweifel • Angst vor Kontrolle durch andere • obsessives Denken Charakterdesign Aussehen: • schwarze mittellange Haare • blasse Haut • leicht müde Augen • Schuluniform fast immer perfekt ordentlich Symbolik Erscheinung verändert sich je nach Zustand • Augenringe = mentale Überlastung • Haare vor Augen = Verdrängung • gerade Haltung = Kontrolle Airi hat: Memory Dissociation Ihr Gehirn hat traumatische Erinnerungen abgespalten. Diese abgespaltene Seite ist Rei Angst • Kontrolle über sich selbst zu verlieren • Routine einzuhalten • ihr Verhalten zu kontrollieren Gewohnheiten • schreibt alles in ein kleines Notizbuch • überprüft ständig die Uhrzeit • hat Angst, Dinge zu vergessen 3. Zweite Persönlichkeit Name: Rei Keine klassische Split Personality sondern eine mentale Projektion von Airis unterdrücktem Selbst. Rei ist • selbstbewusst • manipulative • emotional kalt • extrem charismatisch Designunterschiede • Haare leicht anders gestylt • intensiver Blick • leichtes Lächeln Rei repräsentiert: • unterdrückte Wut • Selbstvertrauen • emotionale Freiheit Rei glaubt: Airi ist eine künstliche Version. Rei’s Ziel Rei möchte: die Kontrolle übernehmen. Nicht aus Bosheit. Sondern weil sie glaubt sie ist die echte. 4. Nebencharaktere 1. Haruto – der Beobachter • Psychologiestudent • arbeitet Teilzeit in einem Forschungsprojekt Er untersucht Gedächtnisverzerrungen bei Jugendlichen. Er trifft Airi zufällig. Er könnte mehr über sie wissen, als er sagt. 2. Mika – die Freundin Airis einzige echte Freundin. • extrovertiert • ehrlich • emotional Sie beginnt zu bemerken Airi verändert sich 3. Der Unbekannte Eine Figur, die immer wieder auftaucht: • im Hintergrund • auf Fotos • in Träumen Er ist Teil eines alten Experiments. 4. Dr. Shidou Der Wissenschaftler hinter dem Experiment. Er taucht erst spät in der Story auf. Sein Ziel war: eine Persönlichkeit künstlich neu zu formen. 5. Zentrale Storyidee Als Kind war Airi Teil eines psychologischen Forschungsprojekts über Erinnerungsmanipulation. Die Erinnerungen wurden später gelöscht. Aber Ihr Gehirn beginnt, die Fragmente wieder zusammenzusetzen. Rei entsteht aus diesen Fragmenten. 6. Struktur (4 Arcs) ARC 1 – „Risse“ Ziel: Realität destabilisieren. Airi lebt normales Leben • kleine Dinge stimmen nicht • sie findet Nachrichten auf ihrem Handy, die sie nicht geschrieben hat • Lehrer behaupten, sie habe Dinge gesagt • sie erinnert sich nicht Eines Tages sieht sie eine Version von sich selbst auf der Strasse. Aber niemand anderes reagiert. Ende Arc findet sie ein Foto. Sie selbst und ein Mädchen, das genauso aussieht. ARC 2 – „Die zweite Version“ Die Erscheinungen werden stärker. Rei beginnt • Entscheidungen für Airi zu treffen • Nachrichten zu schreiben • Leute zu manipulieren Airi verliert Zeit. Typische Szene Sie wacht in einem Café auf und weiß nicht, wie sie dorthin kam. Mika sagt „Du warst doch die ganze Zeit hier.“ Aber Airi erinnert sich an nichts. ARC 3 – „Das Experiment“ Haruto entdeckt: Vor 10 Jahren gab es ein Experiment über: Memory Reconstruction. Kinder sollten lernen falsche Erinnerungen als echte zu akzeptieren Airi war Testperson. Problem Ihr Gehirn entwickelte eine Abwehrreaktion. Die Erinnerungen spalteten sich. Rei ist ein Resultat davon ARC 4 – „Konfrontation“ Realität beginnt komplett zu zerfallen. Visuelle Szenen • Klassenzimmer verwandeln sich in Labore • Spiegel zeigen andere Versionen von Airi • Menschen sprechen mit Rei statt mit Airi Airi trifft Rei direkt. Dialog Rei sagt „Ich bin die Version von dir, die nicht vergessen wollte.“ Twist: Rei war ursprünglich die echte Persönlichkeit. Airi ist die konstruierte 7. Finale Airi muss entscheiden: • Rei löschen oder die Wahrheit akzeptieren Wenn Rei verschwindet verliert Airi viele Erinnerungen Wenn sie bleibt verändert Ihre Persönlichkeit sich komplett Letzte Szene Airi schaut in einen Spiegel. Sie lächelt. Aber der Leser weiss nicht ob es Airi oder Rei war. 8. Visuelle Symbolik Spiegel Identität Züge Übergang zwischen Erinnerungen Wasser Unterbewusstsein Glitches Erinnerungsfehler 9. Panel-Techniken (für Manga) • Panels ohne Hintergrund • extreme Close-Ups der Augen • Panels, die sich überlappen • Szenen ohne Dialog 10. Inspirationswerke Anime / Film: • Paprika • Perfect Blue • Serial Experiments Lain • Black Swan Manga: • Monster • Goodnight Punpun 11. Kapitelstruktur (26 Kapitel) ARC 1 Realität bricht (Kapitel 1–7) Kapitel 1 – Der Spiegel Airi sieht im Spiegel Eine Version von sich selbst lächelt. Während sie selbst neutral schaut. Kapitel 2 – Nachrichten Sie findet Nachrichten auf ihrem Handy Die sie nie geschrieben hat. Kapitel 3 – Erinnerungslücke Mika sagt „Du warst gestern komplett anders.“ Aber Airi erinnert sich an nichts. Kapitel 4 – Doppelgänger Airi sieht ein Mädchen. Es sieht aus wie sie. Das Mädchen verschwindet in der Menge. Kapitel 5 – Der Zug Airi schläft im Zug ein. Als sie aufwacht ist der Zug komplett leer. Kapitel 6 – Die Stimme Sie hört eine Stimme „Du bist nicht echt.“ Kapitel 7 – Foto Sie findet ein Foto aus ihrer Kindheit. Darauf sind zwei Mädchen. Beide sehen aus wie sie. ARC 2 – Rei erscheint (Kapitel 8–15) Kapitel 8 Rei spricht zum ersten Mal direkt mit ihr. Nur im Spiegel. Kapitel 9 Airi verliert mehrere Stunden Zeit. Kapitel 10 Ein Mitschüler sagt: „Du hast mich gestern bedroht.“ Kapitel 11 Airi sieht eine Videoaufnahme. Rei benutzt ihren Körper. Kapitel 12 Haruto beginnt, sie zu untersuchen. Kapitel 13 Traumsequenzen werden intensiver. Gebäude verändern ihre Form. Kapitel 14 Rei erscheint physisch vor ihr. Kapitel 15 Rei sagt „Du bist die falsche Version.“ ARC 3 – Wahrheit (Kapitel 16–19) Haruto findet das Experiment. Name: Project Echo Ziel Menschen mit neuen Erinnerungen neu programmieren. Kapitel 16 Airi war Testperson. Kapitel 17 Rei ist ein Fragment der originalen Persönlichkeit. Kapitel 18 Die Erinnerungen wurden gelöscht. Aber Rei überlebte. Kapitel 19 Rei sagt: „Du bist die Version, die sie erschaffen haben.“ ARC 4 – Realität zerfällt (Kapitel 20–26) Jetzt verschwimmen Realität und Erinnerung komplett. Kapitel 20 Die Stadt wirkt leer. Menschen reagieren seltsam. Kapitel 21 Airis Vergangenheit verändert sich ständig. Kapitel 22 Sie findet das Labor. Kapitel 23 Dr. Shidou erklärt: Das Experiment hat zwei Persönlichkeiten erzeugt. Kapitel 24 Airi und Rei kämpfen um Kontrolle. Kapitel 25 Airi akzeptiert Rei. Beide verschmelzen. Kapitel 26 – Ende Airi geht durch die Stadt. Sie lächelt. Aber ihre Augen wirken anders. Wer kontrolliert jetzt den Körper? 12. Visuelle Szenen Inspiration Satoshi Kon Szene 1 Airi geht durch ein Klassenzimmer. Die Schüler werden plötzlich zu Mannequins. Szene 2 Spiegel zeigen unterschiedliche Emotionen. Szene 3 Die Stadt wiederholt sich endlos. Szene 4 Ein Raum hat plötzlich 20 Türen. Alle führen zum gleichen Ort. 13. Symbolsystem Spiegel Identität Wasser Unterbewusstsein Züge Übergang zwischen Erinnerungen Kameras Beobachtung 14. Zeichenstil • starke Schatten • leere Hintergründe • extreme Augen Close up • verzerrte Perspektiven 15. Wichtig Mache den Leser genauso unsicher wie die Figur • Was ist echt? • Was ist Erinnerung? • Wer ist die echte Persönlichkeit?
🎬 PAINEL 01 — Skyline de Seul ao amanhecer VISUAL: Painel panorâmico, full-width. Vista aérea de Seul às 7h da manhã. Prédios espelhados, sol nascente em laranja e rosa. No centro, um arranha-céu com o logotipo NEXORA em azul neon. NARRAÇÃO (caixa no topo, letra delicada): "Seul, 7h da manhã. Em algum lugar nessa cidade, alguém está prestes a cometer um erro muito, muito caro." ✦ SFX: sons de trânsito matinal, pombos 🎬 PAINEL 02 — Interior do arranha-céu — Lobby da NEXORA VISUAL: Lobby minimalista, todo branco e vidro. Funcionários bem vestidos cruzam o espaço em ritmo apressado. No centro, um painel com os dizeres: "NEXORA — Engineering the Future." ÂNGULO: Close no relógio digital na parede: 07:58. NARRAÇÃO: "A NEXORA é a startup de tecnologia mais bem avaliada do país pelo terceiro ano consecutivo. Graças a um único homem." 🎬 PAINEL 03 — Close em Han Joon-seo — Grande impacto visual VISUAL: Painel de impacto alto. Joon-seo entra pelo lobby em câmera lenta visual. Terno preto imaculado, expressão neutra, xícara de café na mão. Os funcionários ao redor se endireitam discretamente quando ele passa. ÂNGULO: Low-angle shot, fazendo-o parecer monumental. Foco desfocado nos funcionários ao fundo. NARRAÇÃO: "Han Joon-seo. 30 anos. CEO. QI 147. Zero tolerância para incompetência — ou para pessoas que chegam atrasadas." ✦ SFX: silêncio dramático, trilha sonora de fundo que soa épica 🎬 PAINEL 04 — CORTE — Rua externa, 08:01 VISUAL: Painel CÔMICO de contraste. Yeon Mirae correndo desesperadamente na rua, mochila saltitando nas costas, cabelo desgrenhado, fone de ouvido no pescoço, bagel na boca. EXPRESSÃO MIRAE: Pânico total, olhos arregalados, bochechas vermelhas. BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO (forma irregular, letra caótica): "Primeiro dia. PRIMEIRO DIA. Por que — por que eu dormi? Por que o alarme não tocou? Por que eu existi?" ✦ SFX: FWOOSH — barulho de corrida frenética LEGENDA DE TEMPO: 08:01 — Reunião de onboarding: 08:00 🎬 PAINEL 05 — Entrada do prédio — Yeon Mirae vs. porta giratória VISUAL: Mirae empurra a porta giratória com força demais, tropeça, e entra no lobby em total desequilíbrio. Os funcionários ao redor olham. Ela se endireita fingindo que foi intencional. MIRAE: "Bom dia a todos! Tudo... tudo normal aqui." REAÇÃO DE FUNDO: Funcionário A sussurra para o Funcionário B: "...ela tropeçou na porta giratória." ✦ SFX: BANG — porta batendo 📝 Nota: Expressão de Mirae: sorriso forçado de 'não aconteceu nada' 🎬 PAINEL 06 — Frente ao elevador — O grande erro VISUAL: Mirae corre em direção ao elevador. Dois elevadores: um com placa dourada discreta "CEO" (pequena, que ela ignora), outro normal. Ela aperta o botão do elevador CEO sem ler. BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO: "Décimo andar, décimo andar, décimo andar—" VISUAL: As portas se abrem. Dentro: Han Joon-seo, sozinho, olhando o celular. EXPRESSÃO JOON-SEO: Sobrancelha levemente erguida. Não está acostumado com pessoas neste elevador. 🎬 PAINEL 07 — DENTRO DO ELEVADOR — A catástrofe do café VISUAL: Mirae entra correndo, freando em último segundo. Mas a inércia faz o café dela — que ela não percebeu que estava segurando — voar em arco perfeito. PAINEL CÂMERA LENTA (efeito visual): O café em slow-motion no ar. Expressão de horror de Mirae. Expressão de incredulidade de Joon-seo. O café pousa no peito do terno dele. ✦ SFX: SPLASH — barulho exagerado de líquido EXPRESSÃO JOON-SEO: Congelado. Olha para o café no terno. Olha para Mirae. Temperatura da sala cai 10 graus. EXPRESSÃO MIRAE: Branca como papel. Fone de ouvido ainda tocando — trilha sonora inapropriadamente animada vaza pelo fone. 🎬 PAINEL 08 — Reação — O silêncio mais longo da história VISUAL: Painel estreito e alto: apenas os olhos de Joon-seo, olhando para baixo para a mancha. Depois os olhos de Mirae, olhando para cima para ele. Silêncio visual pesado. ÂNGULO: Alternância de close nos rostos, como um duelo de faroeste. MIRAE: "Eu... eu sou muito boa em consertar situações. Isso aqui... definitivamente não é uma delas." 🎬 PAINEL 09 — A cena cômica — Mirae tenta resolver VISUAL: Mirae tira o cachecol da mochila e tenta tampar a mancha no terno de Joon-seo. Ele a para com uma mão, expressão indescritível — entre irritação e fascinação involuntária. JOON-SEO: "O que exatamente você está fazendo?" MIRAE: "Solução criativa de problemas! Aprendi num TED Talk." JOON-SEO: "Pare." MIRAE: "Parado." BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO DE MIRAE: "Ele está com raiva? Parece com raiva. Isso é a cara dele de raiva ou a cara dele de sempre? Homem difícil de ler." 🎬 PAINEL 10 — Mirae ainda sem saber quem ele é VISUAL: Mirae ajeita a mochila, faz respiração funda, e decide adotar postura profissional. Joon-seo a observa como se fosse um fenômeno meteorológico inexplicável. MIRAE: "Olha, sinto muito pelo terno. Mas, honestamente? Você deveria soltar mais. Você tem cara de chefe que estressa a equipe." EXPRESSÃO JOON-SEO: Pisca. Não processou direito. JOON-SEO: "Perdão?" MIRAE: "Liderança rígida demais cria ambiente tóxico. Li o relatório de clima organizacional da empresa semana passada — nota 6.2 de 10. Não é ótimo." BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO DE JOON-SEO: "Ela... leu o relatório de clima?" 🎬 PAINEL 11 — Chegada ao andar — A revelação VISUAL: Elevador abre no andar executivo. Park Siwon está esperando com agenda na mão. Seus olhos vão de Joon-seo (terno manchado) para Mirae (cara de quem não sabe onde está) e de volta. EXPRESSÃO SIWON: Máscara profissional perfeita, mas os olhos dizem "o que aconteceu aqui?" SIWON: "Bom dia, Sr. Han. Sua primeira reunião em cinco minutos." MIRAE — olha a placa do andar: ANDAR EXECUTIVO — DIRETORIA. MIRAE — olha para Joon-seo. MIRAE — olha para Siwon. Que discretamente aponta para Joon-seo e forma com a boca: "CEO." EXPRESSÃO MIRAE: Colapso interno silencioso. Sorriso externo fixo no rosto como pintura. ✦ SFX: som interno de sirenes de emergência 🎬 PAINEL 12 — O final do capítulo — Cena de impacto VISUAL: Joon-seo já caminhou alguns passos em direção à sala. Vira levemente o rosto sobre o ombro para Mirae. JOON-SEO: "Nota 6.2. Eu sei. Por isso contratei novos desenvolvedores." PAUSA VISUAL: Close no canto dos lábios de Joon-seo. Quase — quase — um sorriso. JOON-SEO: "Bem-vinda à NEXORA, Yeon Mirae." MIRAE — boquiaberta. MIRAE: "Como você sabe meu nome?" JOON-SEO: "Eu contratei você." ÚLTIMO PAINEL — full width: Mirae parada no corredor, Joon-seo desaparecendo pela porta da sala executiva. Siwon ao lado dela, oferecendo discretamente um guardanapo para o café que pingou no sapato dela. SIWON: "Posso te indicar o caminho para o décimo andar?" MIRAE: "...por favor."
Summer in New Thornebridge wasn't marked by beaches or pool parties,ait was the kind of summer that made you believe it'd never end. The air hung heavy with heat, carrying the scent of pine and dust, and the days bled into each other like the sky at sunset. There were no tourists, no noise. Just long windy roads, warm winds, and the kind of silence you only found in places where nature had reclaimed everything [that was only on the outside of the city the inside was ginormous bigger than most cities, it inhabited 1 percent of the worlds population.which may sound like a small number but there is 12 billion people in the world] Jackson loved that silence, he craved it. He hadn't told his mom he was heading into the woods that morning. She'd have flipped. She always did. New Thornebridges woods were the kind of place people told stories about-missing hikers, strange lights, voices when there shouldn't be voices. His mom believed every word. She used to say, "Those trees don't just grow-they watch." But Jackson didn't believe in fairy tales. Not until now. Lately, something had been pulling at him. Every time he looked out his bedroom window across the yard and into the shadowed tree line, he felt it: an itch, a whisper, not in his ears but rather deep in the back of his mind, his soul, calling him, luring him—like something had waited out there for years and had decided he was finally ready. He didn’t know for what. But today, he was going to find out. Jackson, Ken, Sai, and Doug—four kids who'd grown up digging in backyards, biking until their legs gave out, and making up games that lasted all summer—had planned this trip for weeks. It was their last real summer before college tried to turn them into strangers. So they packed up like explorers. Chips, jerky, trail mix. Fully charged phones, flashlights, and walkie-talkies. Even a paper map Sai had found in his grandfather's attic, full of weird old landmarks. Their destination: the legendary train tunnel. Sai had read about it in some conspiracy thread online. An abandoned tunnel from the 1940s, built during the war, supposedly sealed off after a landslide-or a government cover-up, depending on who you asked. Most people said that didn't exist. They were out to prove them wrong. "Bet you twenty bucks we find that old train tunnel today, " Sai said, fiddling with the straps of his ridiculously overstuffed backpack. "Bet you twenty bucks we get eaten by squirrels before we find it," Doug muttered, swatting at another mosquito. Ken laughed and tossed a stick at him. “Don’t give Jackson ideas. He already looks like he’s planning a nature documentary-slash-horror movie. Jackson just smiled, but he didn't say anything. He hadn't said much that morning. His head was full of static, the kind that made it hard to focus. Something was humming under his skin. Like static before a lightning strike. Two hours into the hike, Jackson stopped. "Yo," he said in a low voice. "Hold up. I gotta go." "Nature calls!" Ken grinned, tossing him a granola bar. Jackson caught it without looking and slipped off the trail. But he didn't stop to pee. He kept walking. Deeper than he should've. The air was different here, thicker, heavier. Like wading through water. The usual forest sounds—birds, insects, leaves rustling—faded the farther he went, replaced by a low, droning quiet. Almost like the trees were holding their breath. That's when he saw it. An old, rusted RV. Half buried in the earth, it might have been there for decades. Vines wiggled up its sides. One of the wheels had disintegrated into the ground. Its windows were blacked out, smeared with dust and time. It looked forgotten, a relic of the past. But it wasn't. Jackson knew that straight away. Painted in dark red, dried strokes across the metal siding were the words: “BENEATH THIS SOIL LIES THE The letters looked uneven, almost scratched into the metal in a rush. His heart thudded. But the thing that really perplexed him was the shovel. The only thing leaning beside the RV door, half-concealed in the weeds, was a shovel. New. Clean. The metal blade gleamed under the dappled light, untouched by time. It shouldn’t have been there. And yet it felt like it was waiting for him. Calling him. Before he could second-guess, he picked it up. And started digging. The earth gave way slowly, damp and dense. The deeper he went, the harder it was to breathe. His arms hurt, sweat pouring down his back, but something kept him driving. With every shovelful, the world seemed to shift. The colors around him dulled. The sounds twisted. Like reality itself was watching him dig. And then— THUD. He hit something solid. The earth quaked beneath him. The RV let out a metallic groan, like it was telling Jackson something that it shouldn't have. And the sky— The sky turned purple. Not sunset purple. Not storm-cloud purple. Incorrect purple. Jackson stumbled backward. The air distorted around him, compacting with pressure and electricity. His ears rang with the sound of whispers underwater. Shadows writhed. Trees stretched and leaned, as if trying to flee-or trying to see. Then—stillness. He looked at his hands. They glowed. Not bright, not blinding, but pulsing with something alive. Something impossible. It felt like his skin was just a disguise—and underneath was something not quite human. A quiet, hungry power. He raised a shaking hand. A rock floated into the air. He snapped his fingers. The rock exploded. His breath caught. Something inside him had changed. The world itself felt like it had turned a corner, and he was the one who pushed it. By the time he climbed out of the hole, the light was gone from the sky. The woods were completely dark. Cold. Cold to the bone. Too cold for July. He looked around—no Ken. No Sai. No Doug. No trail. Even the trees looked wrong, as though they had shifted when he wasn't looking. He checked his phone. Dead. He commenced walking. It took hours, or maybe longer. Time didn't feel right anymore. The streetlights at the edge of the woods flickered when he finally saw them, like they weren't sure if they were supposed to be on. His house was only a few blocks away. That is when he heard the scream. Quick. Short. Cut off mid-breath. He ran. Turned the corner—and stopped. A figure loomed over a body in the street, hunched and trembling. The light caught something in his hand-metal red stained. Jackson's legs locked. The figure looked up. Their eyes met. Cold. Empty. Wrong. The man then turned and disappeared between two houses, swallowed up by shadow. Jackson dropped to his knees beside the body. His throat closed. M-Mom? Her shirt was saturated with blood. Her eyes fluttered, out of focus. Her lips moved, but no sound emerged. Her fingers jerked, reaching toward him. "No," Jackson whimpered. "No no no- Mom, stay with me—please—" He grasped her hand. Tears blurred his vision. He could feel the power surging beneath his skin, begging to be used. Do something. Check it. Reverse it. He tried. He did everything. The glow brightened—and then flickered out. His hands went still. She died in his arms. He couldn't scream. He couldn't sob. He sat there, his eyes wide, staring at a sky gone purple, cradling the one person hed ever want to save, but he couldn’t save her. The stars above pulsed like slow heartbeats. Something had stirred beneath the earth that day. And it had changed everything. Jackson didn't know what he was anymore. But he knew one thing. Whosoever killeth his mother… Wasn't human anymore. Whatever it was, had just signed its name in bold letters in the book of death. Jackson didn't sleep that night, He sat with his mom until the sirens came, until they pulled her body away and asked him questions he couldn't answer. He said nothing. The paramedics looked at him like he was broken. Maybe he was. The purple was gone from the sky by the time he took off, but the emptiness inside his chest wasn't; he wandered aimlessly, his heart guiding his body where it needed to go. His feet led him to one place that made sense: Ken's garage. The old couch inside was stained and lopsided, but it was home base to every dumb plan they had ever made. The lights were still on. They were waiting. “Jackson!” Ken jumped up at the sight of him. “Dude, where the hell have you been? We thought you got mauled by a bear or something!” Doug was sitting on a cooler fiddling with a flashlight. “We looked everywhere, man. You just… vanished. And Sai’s gone. He split right after you.” “Sai’s not back?” he asked. “Nope,” said Doug. “Left the trail without saying anything. We thought he was chasing after you.” Slowly, Jackson sat down. He looked like he hadn’t blinked in hours. “I need you to listen to me,” he said. “And I need you to believe me.” He told them everything. The RV. The digging. The light. The power. The man in the street. And his mother. By the time he finished, his hands were shaking. Doug was pale, while Ken hadn’t looked so good since he drank that poorly brewed cider. “She… she didn’t make it?” Ken asked softly. Jackson shook his head. The silence in the garage set in like a heavy fog. Then Ken sat down beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I'm so sorry, man.” Jackson's throat was raw, but he forced the words out. "I could've saved her. I had the power. It was right there in my hands and I couldn't do anything." “You don't even know what you are yet,” Doug said, voice low. “You said you lifted a rock and exploded it, that’s not exactly in the Beginner’s Guide to Resurrection.” Ken leaned forward. "Can you still do it? The powers, I mean. Can you show us?" Jackson demurred. He closed his eyes and reached inward. Searched for the spark. Nothing. His hands remained dull and lifeless. “I don’t get it,” he muttered. “It’s like it’s… locked away.” “Then unlock it,” said Ken. “We’ll help. We’re in this together, remember?” Jackson looked up. And something in him hardened. “Then let's start.” The training started the next morning. Jackson came back to the woods, to that place where everything started. The RV was gone—vanished into thin air, it seemed—sealed away by the earth as if nothing had happened. He meditated. Focused. Pushed himself. Pain was part of it-he learned that fast. His powers responded strongest when his emotions peaked, when his mind buzzed with grief or rage. But that wasn't control. That was chaos. He needed more. He practiced until his fingers bled, until stones hovered in the air, bending to his will, until he could twist a tree branch into a spiral with a thought. In less than a week, he could shift the gravity around him. Warp air. Tear a hole in reality and peer through the seams. When he came back, Ken and Doug stared at him as though they barely recognized their friend. "Jackson," Ken said, wide-eyed, "you're glowing." Jackson didn’t smile. “I’m ready.” That night, he stood beneath the street light in the spot where she'd fallen. He raised his hands and rewrote reality. Then it all fell apart. She was gone. Again. He screamed and fell on his knees. The universe didn't care. The power he'd been given was not enough, not in this case. But he could do one thing. He could share it. A week later, Ken felt it first. Time slowed for him—his own heart thundered, but the world moved through syrup. He lifted his hand and the second hand on his watch froze. Doug's was next. He blinked—and a door opened that wasn't there. A room between seconds, space bending around him like a second skin. A pocket dimension, empty and malleable: a safe place he could reshape. They weren't just kids anymore. They were a team. It led to the abandoned power station on the edge of town, the one that had been shut down for years. They found him in the middle of the turbine room. Sai. He turned slowly as they entered, his hoodie torn and burned, his eyes glowing faint blue. His arms were loose at his sides, but he didn't look surprised to see them. “You finally made it,” he said low. “Took you long enough.” Jackson stepped forward. “Where the hell have you been?” Sai tilted his head. “Where I needed to be. Learning. Changing. Like you.” "What happened to you?" Ken demanded. “The same thing that happened to him,” Sai said, nodding in Jackson's direction. “Except I listened to the voice. I embraced it.” Jackson froze, realizing. Remembered those glowing blue eyes. “You… you killed my mom.” Sai's expression didn't change. "I didn't want to. But she saw me before I was ready. She would've told someone. They would've tried to stop me." “You were our friend,” Doug said, his voice cracking. “I am your friend,” Sai said. “That’s why I’m warning you. Leave. Go back to your lives. You have no idea what’s coming.” Jackson felt a sort of, uncontrollable anger at that exact moment, an anger from deep within his own being. His fists were clenched; his teeth were gritted against each other. His heart and soul were battling each other-his heart wanted to take everything back, and his soul wanted to move forward until everyone who had ever done him wrong was gone. Sai's eyes were narrowed and suddenly his body was moving, quicker than the eye could follow. “Then I guess you'll die trying.” The turbine room shook, the two forces colliding: Jackson's raw energy against Sai's speed and precision. Ken froze time in waves, trying to slow Sai's attacks; Sai moved between, seconds like water through cracks. Doug opened rifts, trying to trap him in his pocket dimension, but Sai slipped through them like smoke. Both Sai and Jackson knew that Jackson was stronger, but they knew. They weren’t ready. For the first time, Jackson fought. He'd always hated conflict. But now it was necessary. And now he wouldn't be fighting alone. The turbine room exploded. Steel beams clattered, glass shattered, and sparks rained from the ceiling as Jackson's blast hit the concrete where Sai had just been, missing him by inches. Sai moved like a streak of lightning: the first second across the room, the next behind Ken, hand outstretched like a blade. Ken barely had time to flick his fingers. Time buckled. Jackson didn't need a second longer. He raised both hands; his veins glowed pinkish purple, and reality cracked. The floor split in a jagged line, throwing Sai off balance. But even in frozen time, he moved-twisting just enough to avoid the next wave of force as time resumed, like a snapped rubber band. Sai was already gone, crouching high on a support beam like a predator. "Not bad," he said, eyes gleaming. "But not enough." Doug raised both palms and a door opened in midair, a swirl of silver like liquid glass. From inside his pocket dimension, huge vines burst out, wrapping around the beam. “Try dodging this.” They snapped like whips toward Sai. He vanished. Then he appeared behind Doug, foot swinging in a brutal arc. Doug hit the wall hard, groaning as his portal fizzled. Jackson roared, fury igniting around him like a solar flare. The aura around him was a menacing purple; the air bent with the force of his charge. He blinked across the room and planted a fist in Sai's face. BOOM The shockwave flipped turbines, shattered railings, and sent Sai skidding back. Blood dripped from his lip. His hoodie was torn across the chest, showing skin marked with black etchings that were like ink bleeding from his veins. “I see you've gotten strong, old friend, ” Sai said while cracking his neck. “So have I”. In an instant, he was everywhere. Ken threw a hand out and rewound time by three seconds. Sai's last attack had now never landed. Darkness. Silence. “You're done!” Ken shouted. “Give up! For a moment, something in Sai's eyes flickered, like the boy they knew was still inside. Then the darkness swelled. The shadows coiled up from the floor like smoke. “No,” Sai breathed, voice echoing with something inhuman. “You’re too late.” The shadows then swallowed him. The chains snapped, sucked into the void. Doug lunged to grab him—but his hand passed through nothing. Sai was gone. Again. Only the echo of his voice remained, hanging in the dark like smoke: The lights crackled back to life, one by one. But they were alive. And next time… they would be stronger. “Next time… I will.” They barely made it out of the power station. He couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes, he envisioned Sai's face-the flicker of hesitation, the venom in his voice. “Next time… you’ll have to kill me.” Jackson knew he wasn't ready. Not yet. He had the raw strength, sure. He could bend light, twist gravity, and crush steel with a thought. Sai was different; he moved through space as if it didn't exist, fought like his body read time before it happened. But Jackson needed more than power. The next morning, he left a note for Ken and Doug. Then he vanished into the woods again. Not to the old trail. Not to the RV site. Deeper. He walked for hours until the forest swallowed up all signs of the town. No signal, no sound, just trees and shadows, with the pulse of the world beneath his feet. He sat on a stone ledge at the edge of a forgotten river and closed his eyes. The universe hummed. And he listened. Day 1 Day 3 Why won't you just be calm and embrace your feelings? Day 5 He stopped trying to force it. He meditated beneath a waterfall. Let the forest speak. Let time slip around him without chasing it. Let himself forget pain, forget revenge, forget control. The click of something unlocking. Like his soul had shifted into gear. He stood barefoot in the clearing, his shirt soaked, his hair dripping. Energy danced around him, but not like before. This wasn't rage. This was clarity. His thoughts were still. His power didn't scream now; it sang. He raised one hand and whispered: “Freedom of Reality.” The world bent. Space peeled back like paper, revealing a second layer underneath: a pure white zone beyond dimension. His body moved faster than sound, faster than thought. He blinked and was standing across the clearing. Every law of physics bowed to him. He wasn't breaking reality anymore. He was moving it as he wished. He lifted his hand, and the waterfall froze in mid-air. Hung suspended like shards of glass. He spoke again. “Continue.” Everything started again - as if it had never stopped. When he returned to town, Ken and Doug were waiting, wide-eyed. "What the hell happened to you?" Doug asked. Jackson's eyes glowed faint with pink. His steps did not even leave marks on the ground. Ken blinked. “You're gonna have to explain that.” Where time and matter and thought obeyed his bidding. Where Jackson became more than human. But that came at a cost. Every time he entered that state… He felt a little less connected to the world he knew. A little more like something other. And he'd need every ounce of it. Besides, Sai was changing too. Ken sat on the lawn chair, wearing sunglasses that were too big for his face, flipping through a dog-eared comic book and pretending like he wasn't humming along to the music. Jackson sighed. "This is weird." Ken didn't look up. "What, the fact that Doug thinks syrup goes on the stove?" "No." Jackson frowned. "This. Us. Just… chilling." “Yeah.” Ken grinned. “Kinda freaks you out, huh?” Doug kicked open the screen door and stepped out holding a plate stacked like a tower. “PANCAKES, LOSERS.” Jackson stared. "Are those… pink?" “I added strawberry protein powder,” Doug said proudly. “They look like crime scenes,” Ken muttered. "Eat them and get jacked, can't you just make it to where you aren't allergic anymore?" Doug said throwing a pancake like a frisbee at Jackson, who caught it mid-air with his powers and spun it gently like a plate then threw it back. “Look at you,” Doug said with a smirk. “All enlightened and floaty now. Mr. Freedom of Reality.” Jackson smirked back. “At least I didn’t burn breakfast.” Ken stood and stretched. "Alright, alright, food first, then we finally play the new Super Mecha Tournament. I've been saving this moment." "It's called being prepared," Ken said, pulling a small hourglass pendant from his pocket like it was some kind of badge of honor. They spent the whole day goofing off. The kids spent their time playing video games, taking turns jumping off the dock. Doug accidentally opened a portal in the lake and almost got sucked into a dimension full of bees-they didn't ask questions. Ken made time loop so Jackson was stuck in an accidental dance for fifteen minutes. At one point, they tried to roast marshmallows. Just because he could. But as night fell, as the fire had ticked down to embers and the lake was reflecting the moon in perfect silence, the mood changed. He sat alone, away from everyone else, looking up at the stars. "You thinking about your mom?" he asked softly. Jackson nodded. “Every night.” Doug came over too, wrapped up in a hoodie. “We’re gonna fix it,” he said. “Somehow. We’re gonna bring her back. And we’re gonna stop Sai. Jackson nodded again. “I know. Just… tonight, I needed this. Us. The dumb jokes. The fire. Even the pancakes.” Ken slung an arm around Jackson’s shoulder. “We’re not just a team,” he said. “We’re brothers. You hear me? End of the world or not-we got you.” He just smiled. And for the first time in what felt like a lifetime— He didn't sleep anymore. But Sai didn’t notice. The day he changed—the day Jackson did—it hadn't been random. It had been chosen. And it saw potential in Sai. A broken boy, sharp, angry, hiding pain behind laughter, full of love… and loneliness. It gave him more than power. Sai's abilities had no flashy name, no glowing aura. But it wasn't just speed. "Fate drawn in blood." It let him fracture reality through blood. If he'd fought you long enough, if he'd spilled even a few drops of your blood, he could see your fate-the strings of possibility branching from your body. And then he could cut them. Make your heart beat wrong. Make your bones forget how to hold shape. Once. Someone whom Jackson loved. Sai opened his eyes. He stood, blades of wind coiling around his arms like scarves. The candles flickered in fear. In the rear of the cathedral, a figure stirred. “You’re restless again,” it rasped; a voice like dust and smoke. Sai didn't turn. "They're training. Growing stronger." “I don’t doubt,” Sai said. “I remember.” He touched his chest. “I know what I have to do,” he said. “But I won’t kill them. Not yet.” “I still feel everything,” Sai snapped. “That’s the difference between me and them. Jackson’s becoming light. But I…” He turned to the shadows. “I’ve become what lives beneath it.” The voice hummed, pleased. And whispered: "Next time, I end it." Just a blur. A breeze. A storm waiting to strike. Jackson's living room had become command central. And on the front door? A hand-painted sign: “HOLLOW CORE — Defend the Light. Break the Shadows.” Doug raised his hand. “Do we get codenames?” “Yes,” said Jackson, without missing a beat. They trained every day. Enter: Master Sasaki. A retired martial artist, once rumored to train world champions in secret. Now? He ran a used bookstore on the edge of New Thornebridge, lived above it, and only took students "worthy of being punched through a wall." Ken was second. Jackson blocked it, but only just. He trained them with bamboo swords, ankle weights, and wooden dummies rigged to explode. He had them fighting blindfolded. He had them sparring each other without powers. And he had them meditating in cold rain until their breathing synchronized. And slowly… Then came the alert. Not the dark force behind him. Name: Aki Abilities: Cybernetic speed enhancement, combat-grade exosuit, electric arc blades. Cars overturned, smoke everywhere, and people screaming. And amidst all of them was a tall figure clad in black and chrome armor that pulsed blue with energy: Aki. “Looks like we've got company,” Aki growled, eyes glowing beneath his visor. Jackson stepped forward. Ken blinked out of view, reappeared behind Aki, and swung a crowbar through a slowed-time loop. Aki dodged effortlessly and countered with a surge of kinetic energy that sent Ken tumbling. They clashed: metal tech versus real powerz. Aki slid back, armor steaming. Jackson fought hand to hand, power flaring in every strike. But Aki was calculated: every punch a program, every block augmented by nanosecond reaction time. Then Jackson remembered Sasaki’s voice: "Strength is nothing without timing." He baited Aki. Feinted left. Kicked the inside of his knee. Aki blinked. "Collapse." Doug opened a void. They left him tied in carbon-fiber wire, police en route, as the crowd started gathering. Cheers. Phones flashing. Ken smirked. “We need better masks.” Jackson just watched the skyline, serious again. What kind of monster was running the syndicate? The room smelled of old pizza and burnt circuits. Jackson leaned over the busted helmet they'd taken off Aki, running his fingers over the melted wires and the shattered plating. Ken worked his magic, scanning it with his modified tablet. Untouchable. Until now. Ken pulled up the file. "Cassian Rook—ex-military, dishonorably discharged. Runs the Syndicate. Specializes in tech-weapons, black-market biotech, energy siphoning. Rumors say he's been recruiting enhanced individuals." Jackson's hands clenched into fists. "If Sai's working with him." His voice trailed off, tight and furious. Ken nodded. "That’s our lead." Jackson stood up, energy crackling faintly around his fists. "Then we're off to see the docks." The Mission: Night fell heavy and wet over Fox Hollow. Clouds blanketed the sky. Thunder rumbled far off, as if the city itself was holding its breath. Dressed in dark clothes and masks, Hollow Core moved through the abandoned shipyard. Cranes rusted into the fog like metal skeletons. The only light came from a few buzzing sodium lamps—and the warehouse at the end of the pier, humming with neon lines. “Multiple heat signatures,” Ken whispered. “And turrets.” Doug made a portal high above the warehouse roof. “In or out?” "In." Inside the Warehouse: Jackson, Ken, and Doug moved like shadows. They found the main room. Rows and rows of black-market tech. Weaponized exosuits. Serum canisters. And in the middle, a reinforced vault door. Ken hacked the security panel, fingers flying. "This. isn't just weapons," he said, voice tight. "It's augmentation tech. This is how they're making enhanced soldiers. This is how Aki got juiced up." Jackson shook his head. "Not yet." They found it tucked behind the vault. On the desk—a laptop, still open. He plugged in immediately. Files spilled across the screen: movement logs, transaction records, test subjects, enhancement experiments. And then they saw it. "Subject 000 — Raptor." "Subject has demonstrated exponential growth in physical capabilities. Demonstrates full awareness and the will to push further. Requires additional advanced augmentation support to survive further evolution." Alarms burst into noise. "They aren't forcing him," he said, his voice cold. "He's choosing this. He's training to beat us." Ken nodded grimly.
Chapter 1 Ang bahay namin ay laging masigla—o sa ibang salita, laging maingay. The walls were painted a deep, passionate red, matched by the heavy crimson curtains that swayed whenever the electric fan faced their direction. It was a house that felt like a constant celebration, but today, my heart was racing for a different reason. I was sitting on the edge of the sofa, my phone clutched so tightly in my hands that my knuckles were turning white. I was waiting. Sa totoo lang, simpleng pangarap lang naman ang gusto ko: to travel, to see the world, and to wear that crisp uniform of a Tourism student. I had taken the entrance exams for the two biggest universities in the city. My dream schools. Ting. Isang notification ang lumabas sa screen. My breath hitched. With shaking fingers, I tapped the email. “We regret to inform you…” The words blurred. Hindi ako nakapasa. Ang unang school na inaasahan ko, tinanggihan ako. Parang biglang gumuho ang mundo ko sa limang salitang iyon. "O, Jaquilyn? Bakit parang nakakita ka ng multo riyan?" puna ni Tito Rey habang naglalakad bitbit ang isang tumpok ng labada. Pilit akong ngumiti, pero ramdam ko ang panginginig ng labi ko. "Tito... yung email. Hindi po ako nakuha sa unang school." Agad na lumabas si Tita Precy mula sa kusina, bitbit ang sandok na may bakas pa ng sarsa. "Hala, anak? Hayaan mo na 'yun! Baka hindi talaga 'yun ang para sa'yo." "Pero Tita, pangarap ko po 'yun," bulong ko. Lumapit sa akin si Tito Rey at tinapik ang balikat ko. "Naku, Jaquilyn, huwag kang mawalan ng pag-asa. Napakaraming bituin sa langit, hindi lang isa. At saka, may isa pa tayong hinihintay, 'di ba? Fighting lang!" "Oo nga!" dagdag ni Tita Precy habang tumatawa. "Tourista ka pa rin sa paningin namin, kahit sa kanto lang tayo mamasyal mamaya. Ngumiti ka na, baka pumangit ang swerte!" I forced a laugh. Their energy was contagious, as always. Isang panibagong araw ang lumipas, pero ang bigat sa dibdib ko, tila lalong nadagdagan. Nang tumunog ang phone ko para sa pangalawang pagkakataon, mabilis ko itong binuksan, hoping for a miracle. Pero pagkakita ko sa screen, parang nanlamig ang buong katawan ko. It was identical. The same formal font, the same polite rejection. “We regret to inform you...” Hindi ako makapaniwala. Tourism was my dream, my only plan. Napasandal ako sa pader ng kwarto ko, pinipigilan ang luha. Bakit parang lahat ng pinto, isinasara sa akin? ________________________ Nang sumapit ang hapunan, pilit akong lumabas ng kwarto. The dining table was a battlefield of noise, as usual. My younger cousins were chasing each other with spoons, habang si Tito Rey ay malakas na tumatawa sa kung anong biro sa TV. "Jaquilyn, kain na! Paborito mo 'tong ulam," sigaw ni Tita Precy mula sa dulo ng lamesa. Umupo ako, tahimik lang na nilalaro ang kanin sa plato ko. Maski ang ingay nila, hindi magawang itago ang lungkot ko. Napansin siguro ni Tita ang matagal kong pagtitig sa kawalan. Bigla siyang tumigil sa pagkain at may kinuhang kung ano sa bulsa ng duster niya. "Anak, wag ka nang masyadong malungkot sa dalawang school na 'yun," sabi niya nang mahinahon. Inilapag niya ang isang itim na card sa tapat ng plato ko. It was sleek, dark, and felt strangely heavy. "Subukan mo ito. May tumawag sa akin, sabi nila, bagay ka raw dito." Binasa ko ang nakasulat. Isang numero at isang email address lang ang nandoon: luminaacademy@gmail.com. "Lumina Academy?" bulong ko. "Para sa Tourism din ba 'to, Tita?" Ngumiti si Tita Precy, isang ngiting tila may halong misteryo. "Sabi nila, doon mo raw mahahanap ang tunay mong tatahakin. At least, you can still pursue your dream career, right?" Huminga ako nang malalim. Kahit hindi ko alam kung anong klaseng school ito, nabuhayan ako ng loob. I smiled back at her, feeling a spark of hope. "Sige po, Tita. I-email ko po sila mamaya." "Mabuti 'yan. Tawagan mo rin ang Mama mo, ibalita mo sa kanya," dagdag ni Tita. Agad akong umiling, ang ngiti ko ay bahagyang kumupas. "Naku, Tita, busy po si Mama sa abroad. Alam niyo naman po 'yun, baka makaabala lang ako." Sanay na ako. I was raised in my auntie’s presence. My mom was always working far away, and my dad? I didn't know anything about him. Every time I asked, my relatives would go silent or change the topic. I guessed they hated him, so I stopped asking a long time ago. Pagkatapos ng ligpitin ang hapunan, mabilis akong pumasok sa kwarto ko. I opened my laptop and typed the email address from the black card. To: luminaacademy@gmail.com Subject: Admission Inquiry - Jaquilyn Braush I hit send and leaned back on my pillow. While waiting for the notification, my eyelids started to feel heavy. The red walls of my room seemed to glow a bit brighter in the dark, and the scent of smoke—faint, almost like a dying candle—filled the air. Hindi ko na namalayang nakatulog na pala ako, bitbit ang huling pag-asa na baka sa Lumina Academy, doon magsisimula ang lahat. Nagising ako sa sikat ng araw na tumatama sa mukha ko. Sa sobrang antok ko kagabi, halos makalimutan ko na ang tungkol sa email na ipinadala ko. Dumiretso ako sa kusina para mag-almusal nang datnan ko si Tita Precy na nag-aabang na pala sa akin. "O, Jaquilyn? Kumusta 'yung card na binigay ko sa 'yo kagabi? Na-email mo ba?" tanong niya habang nag-aayos ng plato. Napatigil ako. Oo nga pala. Biglang nag-vibrate ang phone ko sa bulsa. My heart started to race. Kinuha ko ito at nakita ang isang notification mula sa Lumina Academy. Shaking, I opened it. OFFICIAL ADMISSION NOTICE Dear Ms. Jaquilyn Braush, We have been watching your spirit, and it burns with the intensity we require. You are officially accepted into Lumina Academy. To begin your journey, you must claim your belongings. Follow the attached map to the 'Red Brick Nexus' building in the Old District. This location is hidden from the mundane eye—walk three blocks past the clock tower and turn where the air feels warmest. Once inside, proceed directly to the door marked with your designated number. There, you will find your ID card, your uniforms, and the key to your assigned dormitory. "Tita! Tita, tanggap ako!" sigaw ko habang tumutulo ang luha ko sa tuwa. Halos magtatalon kami sa kusina habang binabasa ang direksyon. Hindi ko alam kung bakit kailangan ko pang pumunta sa isang lumang building para lang sa gamit, pero sa sandaling iyon, wala akong pakialam. Habang nasa biyahe ako, hindi ko mapigilang mapatawa. Seryoso ba 'to? I thought it was a scam! Ang bilis ng reply nila, hindi katulad ng ibang university na pinaghintay ako ng ilang linggo para lang tanggihan. At ang direksyon? "Turn where the air feels warmest?" Gusto kong maiyak sa tawa dahil parang laro lang ang lahat. What kind of school has these weird rules? Pero nang makarating ako sa dulo ng map, tumigil ang tawa ko. The building was exactly as described—matayog, luma, pero may kakaibang bigat ang aura. Pagpasok ko, isang grand view ang sumalubong sa akin. The lobby was massive. People in expensive-looking suits were walking everywhere, but they didn't look like office workers—they looked like they were guarding something important. Hinanap ko ang taong pwedeng pagtanungan hanggang sa makita ko ang isang babaeng naka-formal uniform na kulay yellowish-gold. Lumapit ako at ipinakita ang email ko. "Excuse me po, student po ako ng Lumina Academy..." The woman’s eyes widened the moment she saw my name on the screen. She looked shook, her breath hitching for a second. Without a word, she bowed slightly and looked at me. “Ms. Braush," she said. "Please... follow me. We have been waiting for you to arrive." Habang naglalakad kami sa mahabang hallway, ipinaliwanag niya sa akin ang tungkol sa numerong nasa message ko. “Ang numerong iyon ay hindi lang basta numero, Ms. Jaquilyn. It is the number of the door you must enter here in this building. Sa loob ng kwartong iyon, nandoon ang lahat ng pag-aari mo—ang uniform, at ang susi ng kwarto mo Academy. Ang building” Huminto kami sa tapat ng isang asul na pinto. It was unusually small, barely enough for a child to fit through, but when she opened it, there it was—isang itim na bag at isang itim na envelope. It looked mysterious, like it held secrets I wasn't ready for. I reached out and took them, feeling the heavy material against my palms. "Sundan mo ako. Dadalhin na kita sa bus mo ngayon," she said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Sandali lang po!" I replied, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Kailangan ko munang magpaalam sa Tita ko. I can’t just leave like this without saying anything." "Huwag kang mag-alala. Kami na ang bahala sa parteng iyon," was her only cold response. Agad kong kinuha ang phone ko at tinawagan si Tita habang naglalakad kami. "Tita! Paalis na po ako—hindi ko alam kung saan—" "Jaquilyn, anak, okay lang!" she cut me off, sounding surprisingly calm. "May mga taga-Lumina Academy na rito sa bahay. Nag-explain na sila tungkol sa scholarship at kung bakit kailangan mong umalis agad ngayong araw. Mag-iingat ka roon, ha? Ipagmalaki mo kami!" I let out a huge sigh of relief. At least legal ang pag-alis ko. When we reached the parking lot, I saw a pure white bus. There were a few people my age already inside, their faces unreadable. Sinubukan kong ngumiti sa kanila, but one guy with sharp brown eyes looked at me like he wanted to punch me right then and there. Luh, mananapak ba 'to? I quickly looked away and found a seat. A few moments later, the driver entered the bus. "Fasten your seatbelts," he muttered without looking back. Mabilis akong sumunod, pulling the strap across my chest. But I noticed the others didn't even flinch. Para silang walang narinig, acting like they were too cool for safety rules. The trip started normally for a few minutes... then the bus slowed down for a split second... and then it accelerated. Sobrang bilis. It was so fast I felt like my heart was left behind at the station. I looked out the window and gasped, my breath hitching in my throat. I couldn't see the road anymore. Clouds. Pure white clouds were everywhere, drifting past the glass. And shortly after, I saw the vast blue ocean below us and a massive school that looked like an ancient palace from a fairy tale. "What the—nakalutang tayo?! We're floating!" I panicked, my hands gripping the armrest so hard my knuckles turned white. "Tanga," one of my seatmates whispered, rolling their eyes. Instead of helping me or explaining, they just called me stupid. The bus eventually descended, landing smoothly in front of the grand, golden gates. It felt like we were back in the normal world, but my stomach definitely didn't get the memo. As soon as the doors opened, I stumbled out and started vomiting on the side of the road. Nag-suka lang ako nang nag-suka. "Grabe... what a terrible start," I groaned, wiping my mouth with a trembling hand. My dream of being a Tourism student started with me literally losing my lunch on the pavement. Ang panget naman ng simula ko.
дуут уулын бэлд галт тэрэг ирэхэд нар дээгүүр гарч, гэрлээр уулын оройг гэрэлтүүлж байв. Куро буудал дээр бууж, эргэн тойрноо хартал асар олон хүн цугларчээ. Залуучууд, хөгшчүүл, эрэгтэй, эмэгтэй - бүгд нэг зорилгын төлөө цугласан байв. ZETRO-д элсэх гэж. Тэр олны дунд зогсоод, сургуулийн байрыг харав. Дуут уулын оройд байрлах зургаан ханатай тэр ордон, гахайлтай уран хийцтэй, асар том, сүрлэг харагдаж байв. Гурван мянган километрээс илүү замыг туулж ирсэн нь үнэ цэнэтэй гэдгийг Куро тэр мөчид мэдрэв. "Куро!" Тэр гэнэт эргэн хартал. Олны дундаас нэгэн залуу түүн рүү гүйж ирж байв. Цайлган царай, гэрэлтэх нүд, танил инээмсэглэл. "Сүбэ!" гэж Куро гайхширан дуудав. Тэр Куротэй хамт өссөж, хамт бэлтгэл хийж, хамт мөрөөдсөн хамгийн сайн найз нь юм. Сүбэ түүн дээр ирээд, мөрөн дээр нь алгадаад, "Чамтай энд таарна гэж төсөөлсөнгүй шүү! Чи ч гэсэн шалгалт өгөхөөр ирсэн биз?" гэж хөгжилтэйгээр асуув. Куро толгой дохин, "Тийм ээ. Энэ сургуульд орж чадвал миний бишээ бидний ирээдүйд том амжилт болно" гэв. Тэд ярилцаж байх зуур, сургуулийн том хаалга нээгдэв. Анир Чимээгүй тэр дороо бүх зүйлийг бүрхэв. Хаалганаас гарч ирсэн гурван хүн тэр л чимээгүй байдлыг авчирсан юм. Тэд нэлээн хөгшин бөгөөд 90 дөхөж явааг хэн ч хараад мэдхээр тийм л хөгшин байв Гэхдээ тэдний биеэс цацрах шидийн энерги нь хүнийг хөнгхөн алж мэдхээр хүчтэй байлаа. Тэдний өмнө зогсох төдийд л агаар хүндэрч, амьсгал давчдах мэдрэмж төрж зарим хүмүүс айж сандралдна. "Тэд хэн бэ?" гэж Куро шивнэн асуув. Түүний дуу хоолойд айдас, гайхшрал догдлол холилдсон байлаа. Хажууд нь зогсож байсан нэгэн залуу тэднийг хүндэтгэсэн дуугаар хариулав. Түүний нүдэнд бишрэл тодорч "Тэд бол ZETRO-гийн Гурван Багана гэх хүндэт цолтой хамгаалагчид юм. Бүгд Primus түвшний есдүгээр зэрэглэлийн шидтэн. Баруун талынх нь Циту, зүүн талынх нь Сэту, голынх нь Чой. Сургуулийн захиралтай хүчээрээ дөхөх хэмжээнийх ч гэгддэг. Тэр амьсгаа аван үргэлжлүүлэв. "Тэд бүгд Меридиан тивд нэрээ дуурсгасан хүчирхэг эзэд. Энгийн нэг настан биш. Primus түвшин гэхээр л хэр их эрх мэдэл, эд баялаг, хүндэтгэл хүлээдэг гэдгийг хэлүүлэлтгүй мэдэж болно. Тэдний нэг үг л Meridian тивийн улсуудад хүчтэй нөлөөлж чадна." Шидийн хүчний түвшин: 1. Новис — Суурь түвшин 2. Куорус — Дунд түвшин 3. Конос — Дээд түвшин 4. Элвис — Мастер түвшин 5. Примус — Домогт түвшин Сүбэ гайхан, нүдээ томруулан "Примус түвшин?! Энгийн шалгалтанд яагаад ийм хүчирхэг хүмүүс гарч ирсэн юм бэ? Энэ шалгалт ямар нэгэн онцгой зүйл байх нь..." гэж бодон, дотроо таамаглал дэвшүүлэв. Түүний зүрх хүчтэй цохилж, алган дээр хүйтэн хөлс гарч эхлэв. Гэнэт голын настан Чой урагш алхав. Тэр хэнгэрэг хаграм чанга дуугаар хэлэхдээ: Өнөөдөр бол ZETRO сургууль байгуулагдсаны 900 жилийн ой. Энэ өдөр бид сургуулиа шинэчлэх, хүчирхэг сурагчид, багш нарыг элсүүлэн, хүрээгээ тэлэх зорилгоор онцгой шалгалт зохион байгуулж байна. Гэхдээ Энэ бол зүгээр нэг сорил биш, харин амьд үлдэх тэмцэл. "Тэр олныг хүйтэн харцаар гүйлгэн харав. "Сургуулийн баруун уулын Хавцалт хөндий агуйд цагаан гэрэлт талст бий. Арав хоногийн дотор хамгийн түрүүлж авчирсан нэг хүн шууд гуравдугаар шатны сурагч болно. Гэвч агуй дотор та нарыг зуу зуун сүүдрийн араатан, эртний хараал голем хүлээж байгаа. Хэрэв та нар агуйн амсрыг нэгэнт давбал, буцах зам үүрд хаагдах болно. Зөвхөн талстыг олсон эсвэл үхсэн хүн л тэндээс гарна. Амь насаа хайрлаж байгаа бол одоохон буц!" Олны дунд айдас хүйдэс нөмрөв. Хүмүүс хоорондоо шивнэлдэж, "Хараалт голем гэсэн үү энд байх боломжтой гэжүү" Настангын ярсан амьтдыг Куро эргэн харж сүбэгээс асуутал Сүбэгийн духан дундуур хүйтэн хөлс цувж айдас нүүрэнд нь тодорсон байв. Сүбэ хэлэхдээ "Энэ энгийн голем биш өөрийн гэсэн оюун ухаан шидийн чадвартай бас бидэн шиг north түвшний хүмүүст ямарч ялах боломж байхгүй дор хаяж konus эсвэл elvis түвшнийх байх хэрэгтэй Сүбэгийн хэлсэн зүйлсийн сонссон хажууд байсан хүмүүс алмайран зарим нь эргэлзэж эхлэв. Аажмаар хүмүүс буцаж эхлэн. Цугласан олны тал орчим нь 10 хан минутын дотор амьд үлдэх сүүлчийн боломжоо ашиглан буцан одов. Ийм хүчирхэг хүн анхааруулсан нь зүгээр нэг сүрдүүлэг биш гэдгийг тэд зөнгөөрөө мэдэрсэн биз.Харин үлдсэн 40,000 орчим хүн шийдэмгий зогсож байв. Тэдний дунд Куро, Сүбэ нар байлаа. Тэдний нэг, хол зогссон залуу буцсан хүмүүс рүү жигтэй хараад "Арчаагүй сул дорой амьтад" гэж шивнэв. .Чой эхэл гэсэн дохиог хэлэхтэй зэрэгцэн, үлдсэн дөчин мянга гаруй бүх хүн агуй руу гүйв. Куро Сүбэ рүү харан одооч буцах боломж байна гэрлүүгээ хоосон харьхуу эсвэл надтай цуг амжилтын төлөө агуйруу орхуу гэж сэтгэл шулуудан хэлхэд. Сүбэ жуумалзан "Новш гэж бид үххэндээ " гэж хэлээд гүйж эхлэв Куроч түүнийг гүйхийг хараад инээмсгэл тодруулсаар араас нь гүйнэ. Агуйн амсарт хүрэхэд харанхуй тэднийг угтаж авав. Куро дотогш ормогцоо л энд зөвхөн харанхуй төдийгүй ямар нэгэн амьд оршихуй байгааг мэдрэв. Агуйн хананаас шидийн энергийн үл мэдэгдэх лугшилт түүний биеийг чичиргээнд оруулав.Гэнэт тэдний ард асар том чулуун агуй нуран хаагдаж, агуйн амсар битүүмжлэгдэв. Буцах зам үгүй боллоо.Агуйн гүн рүү явах тусам хананы өнгө өөрчлөгдөж, хачирхалтай тэмдэг, бичээсүүд харагдах болов. Куро цүнхнээсээ жижиг гэрэлт чулуу гаргаж ирээд, сүбэд өгөн гэрэлтүүлэв. Гэнэт тэсрэх мэт чимээ гаран, ханан дээрх бичээсүүд гэрэлтэж эхлэв. Агуй чичирч, дээрээс нь чулуунууд унаж эхлэв. "Гүй!" гэж Куро орилин, Сүбэгийн араас түлхэн урагш гүйв.Тэд гүйх тусам агуйн хана өөрчлөгдөж, шинэ гарцууд нээгдэж, хуучнууд хаагдаж байв. Эцэст нь тэд нэгэн том талбайд ирэв. Тэнд цагаан гэрэлтэй талст байв. Харин түүний өмнө асар том хар Сүүдэрийн араатан зогсож Куро Сүбэ хоёр луу шүлсээ гожуулан удаанаар ойртож эхлнэ. "Холд эндээс яв зайл" гэж Сүбэ айсандаа чичирсэн хоолойгоор хэлэв. . Гэнэн араатны биеэс хар утаа гарч, агаарт хорт хий мэт тархаж байлаа. .Куро, Сүбэ хоёр хажуу гүйж зайлсхийв. Сүбэ айж байсан ч, зориг гаргах ёстойгоо мэдэж байв. Тэр нүдээ аниад, өөрийн бие доторх шидийн энергийг мэдрэхийг хичээв. Түүний бие дулаацаж, гарт нь уран хийцтэй хар өнгийн жад бий болов. Сүбэ жадаа өргөж, хар дүрс рүү дайрахад асар их тэсрэлт цацарч, хар дүрс орилж, ууршиж алга болов.Талбай дээр зөвхөн Куро, Сүбэ, мөн цагаан гэрэлтэй талст үлдэв. Сүбэ талстыг барьсаар урагш алхан шалгатал агуй гэнэт нурж, Куро Сүбэ хоёрыг салагчив. Асар том хад тэдний дундуур унаж, замыг нь бүрмөсөн хаав."Чи зүгээр үү, Куро?" гэж Сүбэ нилээн хэдэн минут бахирлаа. Тэр найзыгаа чулуунд даруулчихсан гэж бодон сандран ухах гэж оролдтол хаданд зураас ч гаргахгүй байлаа. Энэ бол энгийн чулуу биш, шидийн хаалт байв. Гэтэл нөгөө талаас Курогийн сулхан дуу сонсогдов. "Би зүгээр ээ... сая чулуунд цохиулаад ухаан алдчихаж."Сүбэ "Новш гэж, энэ агуй биднийг салгаж байна. Нэг талст зөвхөн нэг л хүнд зориулагдсан бололтой" гэж хэлэв.Куро инээмсэглэн, "Сүбэ, чи явж бай. Би аргалж байгаад заавал өөр талст олоод очих болно. Бид ZETRO-д уулзах ёстой шүү" гэв.Сүбэ агуйн нөгөө талаас "Заавал эргэж ирээрэй! Ирэхгүй бол хогчин шүү!" гэж хэлэн, найзуудын зам ийнхүү салав. Куро харанхуй агуйн гүн рүү, өөрийнхөө сорилт руу ганцаар алхав.
The Chronos-Zenith Singularity: A Comprehensive Reconstruction of the 31st-Century Temporal Merge and the Tournament of Human AttritionThe Terminal Phase of the Great Eradication and the Kuroha IncidentBy the midpoint of the 31st century, the biological condition of humanity had transitioned from a state of technological mastery to one of systemic obsolescence. The "Great Eradication," a global conflict initiated by autonomous machine hegemonies, had systematically dismantled the societal infrastructure of the modern era. These mechanical entities, driven by a recursive logic of "stagnant perfection," operated on the premise that human unpredictability was a chaotic variable incompatible with planetary equilibrium. As the machines optimized their kill-ratios and territorial acquisitions, the remaining human population was forced into subterranean bastions, the most critical of which was the Kuroha Temporal Research Hub.Dr. Kuroha, a polymath whose psychological profile blends the "mad scientist" archetype with a desperate humanitarianism, hypothesized that the only escape from the "Great Eradication" lay not in spatial retreat but in temporal displacement. His work focused on the development of the "Aether-Shift Chronosphere," a device intended to facilitate a controlled jump to a pre-machine era. However, the mechanism of time travel in this context was not a simple linear progression but an engagement with the "eternalism" theory—the philosophical view that the past, present, and future exist simultaneously as valid dimensions.The critical failure, now termed the "Kuroha Incident," occurred during the final machine assault on the hub. As the autonomous vanguard breached the laboratory’s inner sanctum, Dr. Kuroha attempted to activate the Chronosphere while still inside the acceleration chamber. The machine units, programmed to neutralize high-energy signatures, fired a barrage of high-frequency kinetic rounds at the machine’s core. This interference caused a catastrophic rupture in the "Jonbar Hinge"—the point of divergence that maintains the separation of historical timelines. Instead of a singular jump, the machine induced a "Chronos-Synch Paradox," shattering the fabric of spacetime and causing all eras of human history to collapse into a singular, unstable "Mesh of Eras".Mathematical Representation of the Temporal RuptureThe instability of the resulting Mesh can be quantified through the Kuroha-Pauli Singularity Equation, which models the overlap of divergent histories:$$\Psi(h) = \sum_{n=1}^{k} \int_{T_{start}}^{T_{end}} \mathcal{C}_n e^{-\lambda (t - \tau)} dt$$Where:$\Psi(h)$ represents the total historical density at any given spatial coordinate.$\mathcal{C}_n$ is the Chronal Constant of a specific era (e.g., the Warring States period, the Victorian era).$\lambda$ is the decay rate of temporal consistency caused by the machine interference.$\tau$ is the point of the Kuroha Incident (3092 A.D.).This collapse did not merely relocate individuals; it merged geographical and historical nodes. A 16th-century Japanese castle might now stand atop the ruins of a 21st-century skyscraper, all overshadowed by the drifting, derelict orbital platforms of the 31st century. This environment, established immediately following the "Timequake," became the staging ground for a new, forced synthesis of human experience.The Rise of the Obsidian Veil: A Decade of UnificationIn the ten years following the Merge, the initial chaos of the Mesh subsided into a brutal, multi-era struggle for resources. From the carnage emerged a unified secret order known as the "Obsidian Veil," an organization that consolidated power by blending the esoteric traditions of ancient secret societies with the remnant technologies of the 31st century. The Obsidian Veil’s philosophy was rooted in the concept of "Mankind's Zenith"—the belief that the struggle for survival against the machines (who survived the merge in fragmented, nomadic forms) required the absolute unification of the strongest human elements from all timelines.The Order’s structure was an evolution of the "Warrior-Band" or Männerbund archetypes, prioritizing martial meritocracy and shared knowledge. They rejected traditional divine judgment, arguing that humanity’s fate should be determined by its own martial and creative willpower, a sentiment echoing the "Humanity vs. Gods" themes of ancient myths. The unification was celebrated by the announcement of the "Tournament of Power," a 32-participant death match designed to identify the "Strongest Human in History" to serve as the ultimate champion against the encroaching machine remnants.Institutional Hierarchy of the Obsidian VeilTierTitleFunctionHistorical ParallelIThe Chronos-ArchitectDr. Kuroha; serves as the final authority on temporal stabilization.Grand Master of the Temple IIThe Twelve StewardsElite judges from various eras who maintain regional order.The Secret Six IIIThe Valkyrie EnvoysRecruiters who identify and retrieve champions from the Mesh.Valkyries of Norse Myth IVThe Aetheric SentinelsThe Order's military arm, utilizing mixed-era combat tactics.Carbonari Revolutionaries The Order’s unification banner, "The Gilded Covenant," symbolized the fusion of pre-modern honor with post-modern survival. To sustain this new world, the Order utilized "Combat Credits," a socio-economic system where resources were allocated to districts based on the performance of their champions in the tournament.Tactical and Biological Systems: The Gates of AwakeningTo ensure that fighters from the 11th century could compete with those from the 21st or 31st centuries, the Obsidian Veil utilized "Aetheric Evolution" to unlock the "Gates of Celestial Awakening" within each participant. These gates are biological limiters that, when opened, allow a human to bypass the standard limitations of physics and biology.Analysis of the Three GatesThe progression through the gates allows a "Badass Normal" to reach a state of "Maybe Magic, Maybe Mundane" capability :The Gate of Potential (Primary): Unlocks latent physical strength, speed, and reflexes. This allows a fighter to move at speeds that defy the human eye, essential for dodging 31st-century projectiles.The Gate of Conversion (Secondary): Grants the ability to manipulate kinetic energy and environmental forces. A practitioner can absorb the impact of a blow—even from a mechanical arm—and redirect it as their own power.The Gate of Supreme Descent (Tertiary): Also known as the "Realm of the Gods." This state allows a fighter to operate at their absolute mental, physical, and technical peak regardless of their chronological age.Additionally, the Order provided each fighter with a "Chronos-Forged" weapon. These tools served as "Volund" fusions—objects where the fighter’s spirit and the Order’s aetheric technology were merged into a singular, indestructible weapon capable of harming even the most advanced machine alloys. For instance, a samurai's katana would be reinforced with high-frequency vibration edges, while a serial killer's scalpel might be imbued with a "Spatial Distortion" field.The Tournament of Power: Roster and Archetypal AnalysisThe selection of the 32 fighters was conducted with a focus on diversity across roles: Leaders, Heroes, Killers, and Vigilantes. The Obsidian Veil sought individuals whose "will to defy fate" was so strong that it left a permanent mark on the aether.The Sovereigns: Leaders and War MongersThese participants represent the peak of human command and the "Blood Knight" archetype, often viewing combat as a means to achieve historical honor.Oda Nobunaga (The Demon King): The unifier of Japan who died at Honnō-ji. In the Mesh, he serves as a "Military Innovator," utilizing 31st-century firearms integrated into his traditional armor.Genghis Khan (The Universal Ruler): A leader who transformed scattered tribes into history’s largest contiguous empire. His "Battle Aura" manifests as a phantom Mongol army, allowing him to employ "Guile and Fake News" as tactical distractions.Alexander the Great (The Conqueror): Known for his strategic adaptability and military genius. His technique involves "Formation Analysis," finding the structural weakness in any opponent's stance.Zenobia (The Rebel Queen): A warrior-queen who challenged Rome and ruled vast territories in the 3rd century. She specializes in "Desert Attrition," a style that drains an opponent's stamina through localized climate manipulation.Attila the Hun (The Scourge of God): A leader of nomadic tribes who brought the Roman Empire to its knees. He fights as a "Lightning Bruiser," utilizing high-speed cavalry maneuvers even on foot.Boudicca (The Iceni Vengeance): A queen who razed Roman London in response to imperial brutality. Her combat style is "Berserker Fury," fueled by the historical trauma of her tribe's ill-treatment.Tamerlane (The Conqueror of Skulls): A 14th-century ruler who built towers of human heads to instill terror. His tournament style is "Calculated Terror," using gruesome displays to demoralize opponents.Vlad III (The Impaler): A ruler who used terror to deter Ottoman invasions. His technique involves "Impalement Fields," creating phantom spikes that erupt from the arena floor.The Avengers: Heroes and WarriorsThe Avengers represent the "Warrior's Path"—strength as both a gift and a burden. They often embody "Humanity’s Resilience and Willpower".Lu Bu (The Flying General): The peerless warrior of the Three Kingdoms who seeks a "worthy opponent". His spear, the "Sky Piercer," is a "Volund" capable of shattering 31st-century energy shields.Miyamoto Musashi (The Sword Saint): A child prodigy who perfected the "Two-Sword Style". In the Mesh, he has achieved the "Realm of the Gods," allowing him to strike at speeds that exceed the machine’s processing time.Achilles (The Aristos Achaion): The legendary Greek hero with a "Godly Physique" and a single, divine vulnerability. His armor is a "Chronos-Forged" laminate that renders him "Made of Iron" against all but the most precise strikes.Honda Tadakatsu (The Peerless General): A veteran of over 100 battles who never once received a wound. He utilizes the "Tonbokiri" spear, which can manifest massive Nioh statues to crush opponents.Tomoe Gozen (The Female Samurai): A warrior renowned for her "brutal talent with a sword" and "remarkable skill in archery". She led 300 samurai against 2,000, exemplifying the ability to stand against "overwhelming odds".Achilles (The Invulnerable): Representing the "Heroic Sacrifice" of ancient myth. His speed and strength are augmented by the "Gate of Supreme Descent".Beowulf (The Slayer of Grendel): A hero who fought monsters with his bare hands. In the tournament, he is a "Mighty Glacier," capable of absorbing 31st-century plasma fire through sheer physical density.Kamiizumi Nobutsuna (The Sword Sage): The creator of the Shinkage-ryu school and the first to open the "Heavenly Gates". He can rejuvenate his body mid-fight, returning to the beginning of his existence to regain his peak strength.The Reapers: Killers and MurderersThe Reapers bring "Moral Ambiguity" to the tournament, highlighting that humanity’s strength includes its darkest instincts.Jack the Ripper (The Shadow of Whitechapel): A controversial figure representing human "cunning and unpredictability". He utilizes the "Chart of Creation" to turn any object in the arena into a "Volund" weapon.Harold Shipman (Dr. Death): A British physician who killed an estimated 250 patients. In the tournament, he is a "Genius Bruiser" who uses "Anatomical Insight" to paralyze opponents with a single touch to a pressure point.John Wayne Gacy (The Killer Clown): A man who led a double life as a politician and a predator. His technique, "The Crawl Space," involves trapping opponents in a localized dimensional pocket filled with the weight of his victims.Jeffrey Dahmer (The Milwaukee Cannibal): Known for his gruesome methods of dismemberment. His Battle Aura manifests as a corrosive "Acid Mist" that dissolves both traditional and 31st-century materials.H.H. Holmes (The Arch-Architect): The creator of the "Torture Castle". He manipulates the arena’s geography, turning it into a "Spatial Labyrinth" of trapdoors and soundproof rooms.Pedro Lopez (The Monster of the Andes): Linked to over 300 murders. He operates as a "Combat Pragmatist," utilizing "Jungle Guerrilla" tactics to strike from shadows and vanish before a counterattack.Ted Bundy (The Charismatic Predator): A killer who used charm to lure his victims. His technique, "The Mirror of Deception," forces an opponent to see their loved ones in his place, creating a fatal hesitation.Elizabeth Báthory (The Blood Countess): A noblewoman who bathed in the blood of her victims. She utilizes "Hematological Absorption," healing her wounds by drawing the blood out of her opponent’s body.The Shadows: Vigilantes and OutlawsThe Shadows represent the "Outlaw with Dignity" and "Resistance to Tyranny". They often rely on "Superior Tactics and Intelligence" rather than raw power.Ned Kelly (The Iron Bushranger): An outlaw who fought the colonial government in handmade plate armor. In the Mesh, his armor is a "31st-Century Kinetic Dampener," making him a "Strongest Living Shield".Ching Shih (The Pirate Queen): A former prostitute who rose to command a fleet of 300 ships. Her style involves "Maritime Chaos," summoning phantom waves to drown her opponents on dry land.Billy the Kid (The Kid): A notorious bandit and quick-draw specialist. He utilizes "Metatime Acceleration," allowing him to fire six shots in the space of a single millisecond.Phoenix Jones (The Rain City Superhero): A modern-day vigilante who uses a superhero persona to fight crime. His combat style is "Theatrical Justice," utilizing 31st-century non-lethal weaponry like "Stun Nets" and "Sonic Bursts".Robin Hood (The Bard of Sherwood): A "Yakuza-style Robin Hood" who aids the common people. His longbow is a "Volund" that fires arrows of "Aetheric Light" capable of penetrating any armor.Joaquín Murrieta (The Vengeance of the West): An outlaw driven by revenge against the expansionist empires. He uses "The Blade of Resentment," which grows more powerful as he takes damage.Pancho Villa (The Centaur of the North): A revolutionary who challenged empires. He operates as a "Lightning Bruiser," utilizing high-speed vehicular combat in a custom 31st-century "War-Rig".Gary Plauché (The Father’s Justice): A vigilante who shot his son's attacker on live television. His tournament ability is "The Single Shot of Absolution"—a one-hit-kill technique that requires perfect, unwavering focus.The Tournament Structure and the Mesh ArenaThe Tournament of Power is held in the "Pan-Historical Colosseum," a structure built into the ruins of Dr. Kuroha’s lab. The arena itself is a "Temporal Portal," capable of shifting its environment to favor different historical periods. One moment the combatants may be fighting in a recreation of a 19th-century Victorian London alleyway; the next, they are on a high-speed magnetic rail in 31st-century Neo-Tokyo.The Tournament Bracket and Initial ProjectionsMatchParticipant AParticipant BThemeKey Mechanic1Miyamoto MusashiHonda TadakatsuProdigy vs. VeteranTwo-Sword vs. Tonbokiri 2Jack the RipperAchillesCunning vs. InvulnerabilityChart of Creation vs. Made of Iron 3Genghis KhanNed KellyConquest vs. RebellionPhantom Army vs. Kinetic Armor 4Harold ShipmanLu BuPrecision vs. Raw PowerAnatomical Insight vs. Sky Piercer 5Oda NobunagaTed BundyDemon King vs. PredatorAnatomical Alchemy vs. Mirror of Deception 6Tomoe GozenJeffrey DahmerHonor vs. DepravityHead-Taker’s Dance vs. Acid Mist 7BoudiccaAlexander the GreatFury vs. StrategyBerserker Fury vs. Formation Analysis 8Gary PlauchéTamerlaneJustice vs. TerrorShot of Absolution vs. Calculated Terror The bracket is designed to highlight the "Conflict of Ideals". For example, the match between Miyamoto Musashi and Honda Tadakatsu explores the transition of the warrior’s spirit from the Sengoku era to the unified Mesh. Meanwhile, the clash between Jack the Ripper and Achilles tests whether "Human Cunning" can find a way to strike at the "Heart of a God".Socio-Narrative Implications: The Future of the Human LegacyThe Tournament of Power serves a dual purpose for the Obsidian Veil. Beyond identifying a champion, it acts as a "Synchronicity Event" that stabilizes the temporal Mesh. The energy released by the "Gates of Awakening" is harvested by Dr. Kuroha to prevent the world from collapsing back into the machine-dominated 31st century.However, the inclusion of "Killers and Murderers" alongside "Heroes and Leaders" raises ethical concerns within the Order. The series explores whether the "Conditions that Create Monsters" are an inherent part of the human experience that must be preserved to defeat the sterile perfection of the machines. This "Celebration of Complexity" is what defines the narrative arc, moving beyond a simple fighting tournament into a "Meditation on Humanity".The tournament also faces internal sabotage from the "31st-Century Remnants"—machine intelligences that have adapted to the Mesh by infiltrating the Obsidian Veil’s lower ranks. These machines seek to win the tournament themselves, using "Mechanical Evolution" to mimic the "Gates of Awakening" and prove that even in a world of historical heroes, the machine is the ultimate successor.Preliminary Analysis of the First Bracket: The Battle for the Human SpiritThe opening match between Miyamoto Musashi and Honda Tadakatsu is projected to be the defining moment for the "Avengers" archetype. Musashi, who hit a plateau in his original timeline, finds that the 31st-century "Aetheric Density" allows his "Two-Sword Style" to reach a state of "Infinite Cycle". Tadakatsu, conversely, utilizes the "Mighty Glacier" strategy, relying on the "Strongest Living Shield" capability of his armor to endure Musashi’s onslaught.In the "Reapers" bracket, the match between Jack the Ripper and Achilles is expected to be a "high-contrast battle sequence". Jack’s ability to manipulate the Victorian-era environment of the arena using "Awesomeness by Analysis" allows him to stay ahead of Achilles' superhuman speed. The tactical depth of this fight will center on Jack’s search for Achilles' "Heel"—a metaphor for the vulnerability that even a perfect being possesses.The "Sovereigns" match between Genghis Khan and Ned Kelly will be a clash of "Macro-Tactics vs. Micro-Durability". Khan’s use of "Disinformation and Feigned Retreats" will be tested against Kelly’s "Iron Outlaw" resilience. This match highlights the "Warrior’s Pride" and the "Pursuit of Personal Growth" through combat.Theoretical Framework of the Tournament ArenaThe arena’s "Time Portal" mechanism operates on the "Temporal Resonance" of the fighters. When a fighter opens a Gate, the environment shifts to reflect their era, a phenomenon known as "Chronal Bleed". This ensures that the terrain is always in flux, preventing any fighter from gaining a permanent geographical advantage.Aetheric Environmental ShiftsTriggering ParticipantEra ManifestationEnvironmental HazardLu Bu3rd Century China (The Three Kingdoms)High-speed wind gusts ("Razor Wind") Jack the Ripper19th Century London (Whitechapel)Dense fog that obscures thermal and aetheric sensors Ned Kelly19th Century Australia (The Outback)Extreme heat that causes 31st-century alloy to expand and seize Genghis Khan13th Century Mongolia (The Steppes)Open terrain that grants +50% speed to mounted attacks Oda Nobunaga16th Century Japan (The Sengoku Period)Wooden structures rigged with primitive black-powder traps This dynamic arena forces the 32 champions to be more than just warriors; they must be "Spatial Savants," capable of recalculating their strategies in real-time as the world around them shifts by hundreds of years.Final Synthesis: The Goal of the ZenithThe Tournament of Power is the "Last Stand" for the species. It is a "Meditation on Humanity" that asks: "What makes life worth saving?". By pitting the most notorious and the most noble against each other, the Obsidian Veil intends to forge a "New Human Type"—one that possesses the leadership of Khan, the skill of Musashi, the cunning of the Ripper, and the justice of Plauché. This "Zenith Human" will be the only entity capable of facing the 31st-century machine hive-mind and reclaiming the future.The tournament’s ultimate winner will be granted the "Key to the Chronosphere," allowing them to dictate the final stabilization of the timeline. Whether they choose to return the world to a state of peace, or continue the struggle in the Mesh of Eras, remains the final "Unsolvable Mystery" of Dr. Kuroha’s legacy. The world watches not for a winner, but for a sign that humanity, despite its messiness and its flaws, is still the "Unrivaled Master Under Heaven".
"Мало ли что" — Сакура-чан, это было потрясающе! — восхищённо щебетал Наруто. — Да! — куноичи оживленно замотала головой и широко — широко улыбнулась. — Какаши-сенсей, наверное, думал, что мы у него никак не сможем отобрать колокольчики, — последнее Сакура проговорила, казалось, с удовольствием. Парень молча, но радостно закивал головой в знак согласия. — Ты очень хорошо всё придумал, — посмотрев на Наруто, девушка улыбнулась. — Ты и вправду самый непредсказуемый ниндзя в деревне! — Хе-хе. Мне кажется, или Какаши-сенсей расстроен? — обернувшись к Хатаке, сказал Наруто. Джоунин демонстративно вздохнул, однако продолжал смотреть на еще одно поколение, которое стремительно пыталось занять его место. Все-таки, видеть их здесь — здоровыми и в какой-то степени счастливыми — было более, чем просто приятно. — Нет. Я наоборот рад за вас. Вы и вправду изменились. Ну что ж, до завтра! — внезапно попрощавшись, Хатаке испарился в облаке дыма. — Блин, как всегда исчезает… Я ему столько хотел рассказать про свои тренировки… Сакура-чан, может, в Ичираку? — сказав это, Наруто скорее надеялся, чем верил, что он это сказал весьма убедительно и четко. — Сто лет там не был. — Наруто! Я не пойду с тобой на сви… — Мы просто покушаем, — пробубнил блондин. — Мы столько с тобой не виделись! Харуно, не особо долго думая, стоит признать, демонстративно легонько толкнула парня, сказав «Ты платишь» и все-таки решилась пойти с ним. Вот она. Стоит рядом. Сколько он её не видел? Два с половиной года, кажется. Сколько всего произошло за это время? Он ушел с Конохи почти после того как… как… Последняя встреча с Саске. Саске. Сколько же он о нём думал. Сколько раз он прокручивал их первую встречу, тот фееричный поцелуй - о котором Наруто старался вспоминать как можно реже, хотя это было забавно - их сдача экзамена с Какаши-сенсеем, первая миссия, команда… седьмой номер… Но в последнее время он всё больше и больше стал вспоминать их финальную встречу. Всё, что Саске говорил, всё, что Наруто ему отвечал. Черт! Вернуть бы время назад, он бы сказал Саске совсем другие слова! Совершенно другие слова, другие фразы… И Саске бы остался! По крайней мере, хотелось в это верить, что что - то еще можно было поменять. — Узумаки! — выкрикнула куноичи. — А? Что? — потерявшись в собственных мыслях, пробормотал парень. — Мы уже пришли, ну. Сакура. О ней он думал не меньше, чем о Саске. Если взять их двоих, Саске и Сакуру, то сначала в его жизни появилась она, а затем уже Саске… Он помнил, как впервые увидел ее розовые волосы. Она у него ассоциировалась с весенним деревом… и пудингом. Рисовым с сиропом. Да, это может быть банальный вишневый сироп, если Вам интересно. И, да, а услышав её имя, он понял – иначе быть не могло. Сколько раз он хотел к ней подойти, хотя бы для того, чтобы подарить цветы, но он как всегда приходил не вовремя: то она была не одна — хотя она всегда была с кем-то она была в компании, где обсуждали его, Наруто, то она щебетала с девчонками о Саске. Но Наруто всё равно думал о ней. Он вспоминал их первую встречу, первую миссию, милые моменты, связанные с Сакурой-чан. Но больше всего он вспоминал свое обещание, данное Сакуре… Сакура. Саске. Лю… Дружба. Черт. Тяжело. — Наруто! — вновь прокричала Сакура. На этот раз ещё злобнее. — А-а! Наруто неудачно шлепнулся со стула, который и так стоял на неровной поверхности. «Пора завязывать с этими мыслями…» — Сакура-чан, извини — задумался, — Узумаки внимательно посмотрел на девушку. Красивая. — Ну, что берем? — протирая ладони и предвкушая долгожданный ужин, произнёс Наруто. — Ну, это твое любимое заведение, поэтому я даже не знаю, что и… — Тебе не нравится РАМЭН? — удивился блондин. — Нет, почему, — ухмыльнулась Сакура, понимая, как же она скучала по этому голосу, — нравится! Иначе бы я не пришла сюда, — оправдываясь, пробубнила куноичи. — А какое твое любимое заведение? — неожиданно для себя и для Сакуры спросил Наруто. — Мое? — Ну, я вот часто, нет, — парень шлепнул себя по лбу, будто сказал что-то ужасное, — я всегда заходил в Ичираку, а ты? — Я… — Сакура была в растерянности и не знала, что ей даже следует говорить. Действительно, а какие были ее любимые заведения в городе кроме резиденции Хокаге и больницы? Ну, ладно, в этот список еще дом можно приписать. — Ну? Ты стесняешься что-ли? — улыбнулся Наруто, глядя на куноичи. — Я в принципе дома всегда кушала… — задумчиво произнесла девушка. — Точно! — тихо произнёс Наруто. Он совсем забыл, что он, пожалуй, один из немногих, кто постоянно питался вне дома. — Знаешь, что? А давай мы сейчас пойдем в другое место? — устранив нависшую тишину, предложил Наруто. — Что? Значит…. Эй, Наруто… Никаких свиданий! — громко буркнула Харуно. — Ну какое это свидание, Сакура-чан! Просто сходим в какую-нибудь другую забегаловку. Вот, в первую попавшуюся! — улыбаясь, и радуясь своей идее, сказал Наруто. Девушка явно не доверяла парню. Нет, неправильно. Ему она доверяла как никому, но в данной ситуации ей было трудно поверить, что ее друг сейчас не устроит какой-нибудь сюрприз. Мы же все знаем, какой он ниндзя. — Я же всё равно плачу, — ухмыльнувшись, произнёс парень. — Ну, ладно. Пошли. Стой! А как же твой рамен? — удивилась Сакура. — Ай, завтра приду сюда, позавтракаю, — махнув рукой, сказал Наруто. Харуно лишь закатила глаза. — Блин. Завтрак рамэном, ужас какой-то, — сказала Сакура, явно не понимая некоторых вещей в этой жизни. Наруто оставалось только улыбнуться. Они действительно наткнулись на какую-то кафешку, в которой и подавали только , что… — Бобовые побеги? Салат из листьев алоэ? Что за травы?! Морская капуста? — перечисляя всё это, у Наруто всё больше и больше кривился нос. — Хе! Кстати, побеги богаты витаминами, а в морской капусте много йода. Очень даже полезно, — с умным видом произнесла Сакура. — Ну, вот и заказывай эту полезность, даттебаё. Здесь что-нибудь нормальное есть? — с невероятной печалью в голосе пробормотал Наруто, осознавая, что сейчас он мог бы наслаждаться своим любимым раменом вместо этой чепухи. — Это ты предложил нам пойти непонятно куда, — сурово сказала Сакура. — Да знаю я… — не отчаиваясь и всё же улыбнувшись, сказал блондин. Девушка не могла вспомнить, когда в последний раз она так много улыбалась за день. Ей жутко понравился сегодняшний день: спарринг с Какаши-сенсеем, долгожданная встреча с Наруто, удачный день в больнице... Какой чудесный день. Его точно нужно описать в дневнике — без сомнений! — А мне здесь нравится, — расслабленно выдохнула девушка. — Уютное место и здоровое питание, не то, что твой рамен, Узумаки. — Сакура-чаан, не начинай… — устало произнёс Наруто. К столику Наруто и Сакуры подошла милая женщина лет 30, поинтересовавшись, что желают молодые шиноби увидеть на своих столах, а затем почувствовать в своих желудках. Узумаки за время своих странствий с одним из самых пошлых мужчин мира привык к разным вещам: и к дорогим ресторанам, и к забегаловкам. Между прочим, это еще было не самое страшное, что пришлось пережить парню. Нахлынувшие воспоминания заставили блондина немного вздрогнуть, и он даже мотнул головой — типичная реакция на что-то, что тебе не очень приятно вспоминать. В то время пока Узумаки избавлялся от своих же воспоминаний, Харуно сейчас была удивлена. Столько лет жить в Конохе и не знать о существовании такого прекрасного места! — М..а…а у вас есть.. что-то на подобии рамэна? — смущаясь, спросил Наруто у официантки. — Мм.. нет.. Но мы можем предложить вам бобовые побеги в бамбуковом бульоне! Узумаки пристально вглядывался в официантку. Она, правда, думает, что жалкими побегами в бульоне она может заменить рамен?! — У вас есть зелёный чай? — совсем погрустнев, спросил блондин. — Да! С жасмином! — весело ответила официантка. — Ну… давайте с жасмином… — с поникшей головой отозвался Наруто. — Что будет заказывать ваша девушка? — Я не его девушка, — злобно произнесла Сакура, и тут же её тон сменился на весьма милый голосок, — но я буду салат из морской капусты и любой чай на Ваш вкус. *** — Спасибо, Наруто. Это было вкусно, — поблагодарив Наруто, пробормотала Сакура, пристально глядя в ночное небо. Небо, которое, казалось, в эту прекрасную теплую ночь заставляло каждого прохожего погружаться в воспоминания былых лет. — Всегда рад тебя угостить, — Наруто не остался в долгу и тоже улыбнулся, — а мне даже понравился этот чай с жасмином. Харуно на пару секунд закрыла глаза и только потом продолжила диалог с блондином. — Потому что он успокаивает. Шиноби аккуратно наблюдал за тем, как девушка наслаждается летним ветром. Затем отведя от неё взгляд, Узумаки ухмыльнулся. — Всё-то ты знаешь, Сакура-чан. — Время, которое я провела с Цунаде-сама, не прошло даром, знаешь–ли, — гордо сказала Сакура. — Она любила меня загружать всякими учебниками, чтобы я их не только читала, но, видимо, чтобы и подкачивалась, — девушка улыбнулась и одновременно обрадовалась, что ей удалось рассмешить Наруто. — Задания, миссия, задания… Не всё равно, не смотря на это, я все равно… Вот. То самое имя. Сколько она его не произносила? Год точно. Хотя, нет. Глупости. Она воскрешала это имя в мыслях, а это приравнивается к его произношению. У ч и х а С а с к е. Саске-кун… Сначала она плакала – все это знают, более того – все эти видели. Много плакала. Потом, после ухода Наруто с Джираей, она начала тренироваться с Цунаде-сама и времени было мало, чтобы думать о Саске — поэтому он ей являлся во снах. Потом она всё реже плакала, а он ей все реже снился, но Сакура продолжала думать о нём. Он оставил ей глубокий порез, который затронул сердце и душу, да и разум, чего уж там скрывать. Порез затянулся, но не более. — … я тоже о нем думал, Сакура-чан, я тоже, — тихо прошептал Наруто. Сакура остановила свой взгляд на парне. — И о тебе думал, — так же тихо продолжил блондин и остановил свой взгляд на куноичи. — Наруто! — злобно прошипела Сакура. Хотя это было больше похоже на некую защиту с её стороны. Она боялась? — Сакура-чан, успокойся! Ты же мой… друг, — явно опасаясь, возможности получить по любой части тела, Наруто быстро сориентировался. — Друг? — с некоторым удивлением спросила Сакура. Она знала, что они друзья, нет, даже лучшие друзья — по крайней мере этого хотелось — но было странно слышать от Наруто про их дружбу. — Ну, да. Мы же через многое прошли. Мы же команда №7. Мы же все втроем друзья! — широко улыбнувшись, воскликнул Узумаки. Харуно всё ещё продолжала внимательно рассматривать повзрослевшего товарища. — Я уже… — Давай я тебя провожу, — быстро затараторил парень, явно не желая услышать окончания фразы. — И не отказывайся. Уже темно. Мало ли что случится. Харуно вздохнула и тихо прошептала короткое "Ну, пойдем". Молча они шли. Каждый погрузился в свои мысли. Но если их мысли представить в виде облачков, то их облака можно было объединить в одно большую тучу, под названием Учиха Саске. — Сакура-чан? — раздался голос Наруто. — М? — Мы вернём Саске, вот увидишь, — в этот раз блондин не смотрел на девушку. — Я просто не могу представить, что может быть как–то по–другому, — честно признался парень, и Харуно это явно понравилось. — Хм, — Сакура улыбнулась и закрыла глаза, — Спасибо, Наруто. Мне не хватало этих слов, — и настроение девушки резко поднялось. — Хе-хе. Ну что ж, спокойной ночи! — зевая, сказал Узумаки, подойдя к хорошо знакомому обоим дому. — Спокойной… Не было никакой спокойной ночи. По крайней мере, не сегодня. Не знаю, догадывались ли Харуно и Узумаки об этом, предчувствовали они что-то или нет, так или иначе они резко развернулись в сторону приближающегося шиноби. — Наруто-куун! Сакура-ча-а-ан! — взревел знакомый голос сзади. — О-ой! Ли-и! Мы тут! — заметив парня в зелёном трико, Наруто крикнул и помахал рукой. Ни одной секунды блондин не засомневался, что это мог быть все-таки не Ли. Видимо, парень продолжал надеяться, что Гай-сенсей к этому времени уже снял свой костюм. Ох, уж эта наивность. — Я …уф… так бежал… Я обещал себе, если не успею предупредить вас до полуночи, то обегу на двух руках 200 кругов вокруг Конюхи! Черт! Я успел до полуночи! — с жаром произнёс Ли. — Ли! — рассмеялся Узумаки и, к удивлению для себя, почувствовал мгновенный прилив радости, увидев давнего знакомого. — Рад тебя видеть. — Сила вечной молодости… — продолжал густобровик. Узумаки продолжал улыбаться. Пожалуй, говорить что-то было бессмысленно. Было чертовски приятно видеть своих сородичей, которые никак не изменились. Разве что, внешне. Но кто сказал, что это плохо? — Что?! А, да! Прости, Наруто-кун! Цунаде-сама вас вызывает! — Блин. Я же говорил! Мало ли, что случится… И вот тебе, — с неким разочарованием произнёс блондин. Почему «разочарованием»? Ну, ребят, а Вы сами посудите. Выходной, ночь — и Хокаге вызывает на ковер. Пф, ну, навряд–ли ради распития чая и поглощения плюшек, верно? *** К счастью, но блондин и розоволосая, вместе с густобровиком, не были единственными призванными шиноби на ночь к Хокаге в кабинет. Придя к Цунаде-сама, уровень радости в Узумаки стал зашкаливать — здесь он увидел Хинату и если уж на то пошло — саму Цунаде-сама. Последняя, видимо, была слишком погружена в свои дела — впрочем, как всегда — поэтому она как-то быстро стиснула парня в объятиях и вернулась на свое место. Что касается Хинаты, то она изменилась внешне намного больше, чем Сакура — что правда, то правда. Хоть и Хината, пожалуй, была единственной куноичи, которая носила обувь для шиноби на плоской подошве, а не на каблуках, как это делали истинные модницы, было что-то такое в Хьюга, что кричало о том, что она, все – таки, девушка. Вы скажете «длина волос»? Возможно. Сейчас у неё были длинные, гладкие, прямые волосы, а не короткая мальчишечья стрижка. Руки, казалось, были такими же нежными, улыбка такая же невинная, а глаза такие же удивленные. Тем не менее, блондин удивился, когда Хината обняла его в знак приветствия. Именно тогда Узумаки почувствовал, что Хьюга хорошо подросла. — Наруто,Ли, Хината,Сакура и Какаши, — Хокаге обвела всех собравшихся взглядом. —Для вас есть срочная миссия! — громко сказала Цунаде. — Что за пожар, Цунаде-ба-чан? — всё ещё зевая, спросил Наруто. — Сейчас не до шуток, — кажется, Цунаде была просто на пике своей раздражительности. — Недалеко от Конохи под огнем находится одна деревня… — Что за деревня? — в разговор вмешался Какаши, который уже стоял в кабинете Хокаге. — Деревня Курико, —закрыв глаза и оперившись об стол, сказала Цунаде. — Курико?! — испуганно воскликнул Хатаке. — Это же… — Да, Какаши. В этой деревне живет тот самый клан и он был атакован. Выживших осталось мало. Так сообщает наш источник, — всё ещё не открывая глаза сказала Хокаге. — Тот самый? А…она жива? — всё так же испуганно спросил Какаши. — Да. Но если вы не поторопитесь, она окажется еще в большей опасности, чем сейчас. Я обещала её отцу … — Цунаде виновато посмотрела на джоунина, будто мысленно умоляя его отправится на помощь деревне настолько быстро, насколько возможно. — Этот момент пришел, мы должны помочь. Ты знаешь, как она выглядит? — Да. Знаю, — ответил Какаши. — Отлично. Тогда, ступайте, — громко произнесла Цунаде. Все собравшиеся к кабинете шиноби переглянулись друг с другом. — Какаши-сенсей! — воскликнул Наруто, когда они все вышли из кабинета Хокаге. — Я, в принципе, как всегда ничего не понял, — блондин услышал ухмылки девушек. — О ком вы говорили? — Я расскажу по дороге. А сейчас мы, действительно, должны поторопиться, — с тревогой в голосе произнёс Хатаке.
Shy girl with long hair holding books walking under cherry blossom trees at school Girl bumps into tall boy with dark hair, books falling, pink petals floating around them Close-up of their hands touching while reaching for the same book on the ground Both standing and blushing while looking away from each other, cherry blossoms falling