Magic Swords Manga

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

Chapter Intro:
The seal is broken. The Rift stirs. Deep within the void, a presence awakens — ancient and furious. The Riftborn King, long dormant, has opened his eye. As the Hidden Leaf regroups, Team 0 is summoned to a secret chamber beneath the Hokage Tower. There, the truth behind the Hoshigan, Isaiah’s mutation, and the Riftborn’s obsession with their bloodlines is finally revealed.

Scene 1: Descent into Secrets
Interior panel: A spiral staircase winds deep beneath the Hokage Tower. The walls are carved with ancient symbols. Torches flicker with blue flame.
- Shawn: Cloaked in black, his white fox mask with red markings clipped to his belt. His face is calm, with sharp cheekbones and a faint scar beneath his right eye. His 3-Tomoe Hoshigan glows with a fourth mark forming — a black diamond at the center. The obsidian-forged sword rests across his back, humming with gravitational energy.
- Jaden: His long, flowing black hair cascades down his back, tied loosely at the base. He wears a black shinobi robe with a red flame crest on the chest, one sleeve torn to reveal his muscular left arm. His Byakugan is dormant but alert, and his black gloves are worn from battle.
- Isaiah: Towering and broad-shouldered, his dark skin is marked with faint black veins from his mutation. His dreadlocks are tied back, and his jagged fur-lined cloak drapes over a cream-colored combat tunic. A kunai spins slowly in his right hand, his eyes scanning every shadow.
Hokage (gravely):
“This vault predates the village. It holds the truth behind your powers.”
Kuroda (to Shawn):
“Your eye didn’t awaken by chance. It was chosen — by something older than chakra itself.”

Scene 2: The Memory Stone
A massive crystal floats in the center of the chamber, pulsing with violet light. As Shawn steps forward, his Hoshigan reacts — the fourth mark completes with a flash.
Shawn (wincing, voice strained):
“It’s… calling me.”
He reaches out. The moment his fingers touch the stone, a surge of energy floods the room. Time freezes. Jaden and Isaiah are suspended mid-step, their expressions locked in concern.

Scene 3: The Riftborn King Revealed
Shawn is pulled into a vision. He stands in a shattered world — skies torn open, stars bleeding. A throne of bone and obsidian looms ahead. Upon it sits the Riftborn King — a towering figure with six arms, a jagged crystal crown, and a massive Hoshigan embedded in his chest.
Riftborn King (voice like thunder):
“You wear my legacy, child. My eye. My curse.”
Shawn (steady, eyes glowing):
“I’m not your heir.”
Riftborn King:
“You already are. The Eye remembers. And soon… so will you.”
The King raises a hand. The vision shatters.

Scene 4: The Eye Evolves
Back in the chamber, time resumes. Shawn stumbles back, breathing hard. His Hoshigan now bears a fourth tomoe — a black diamond spinning at the center.
Jaden (rushing forward, long hair flowing):
“Shawn! What happened?!”
His Byakugan activates instantly, veins bulging at his temples. He scans Shawn’s chakra network — it’s swirling, unstable, like a storm inside a bottle.
Isaiah (stepping in, dreadlocks swaying):
“Your chakra… it’s not yours anymore.”
His mutation pulses in response, black veins glowing faintly beneath his skin.
Shawn (voice low, eyes burning):
“I saw him. The Riftborn King. He’s coming.”

Scene 5: The King’s Herald
The chamber trembles. A Riftborn sigil burns into the air. A voice echoes from the stone.
Riftborn Voice (disembodied):
“The King rises. The Eye will return. And the world will kneel.”
The sigil vanishes. Silence falls.
Hokage (to Team 0):
“You three are the last line. If the King crosses over… we fall.”

Scene 6: Final Panel
Full-page spread: Team 0 stands before the glowing memory stone.
- Shawn: Cloak fluttering, Hoshigan gleaming with four tomoe. His obsidian blade hums with power.
- Jaden: Long hair flowing, Byakugan fully active, lightning crackling at his fingertips.
- Isaiah: Dreadlocks wild, mutation coiled like a shadow beast behind him, kunai in hand.
Narration box:
The King has awakened.
The Eye has remembered.
And the war for reality has begun.

une jeune gacon rentre de l'école sous la pluie et découvre un cube noir qui flotte puis après un flache rouge, son bras droit est devenu noir avec le signe d'yeux rouge sur la paume de la mains. et des scientifique cherche a récupéré ce cube donc le garçon

Комикс в жанре приключенческой школы магии. Герой — Макс Матемаг — сталкивается с магическим квадратным уравнением, которое держит в плену корни. Чтобы освободить корни, Максу нужно использовать Теорему Виета: сумма корней и произведение корней. Показать, как он вычисляет x_1+x_2=-b/a и x_1⋅x_2=c/a и шаг за шагом освобождает каждый корень. Финал — все корни свободны, а Макс получает “Кристалл Формул” как награду Цветовая гамма – зеленая, красно-синяя, желтая

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

Ami, a curvy, 19-year old, African American girl from Chicago wakes up in a new world ruled by dungeons and dragons. This world is based off Japan's Oda era, so she wakes up in a kimono and caught between the affections of three male suitors.

Panel 1

Wide shot: A dark noble bedchamber lit only by a dying hearth. The massive shape of Lord Michael Fortinbras lies asleep in the background, half-buried in blankets, his loud snoring filling the room. In the foreground, the Woodcutter Girl and the Priestess Concubine lie awake, staring into the darkness.

SFX:
GRRRHHH… KHHH…

Caption:
The lord slept soundly.

Panel 2

Closer shot: The woodcutter lies stiffly on her side, eyes open, face tired and hollow.

Woodcutter (small text):
“…Are you awake?”

Panel 3

Priestess close-up: She turns her head slightly on the pillow, eyes half-lidded, calm but worn.

Priestess:
“Yes.”

Panel 4

Two-shot: The woodcutter hesitates, clutching the blanket near her chest. The priestess watches her quietly.

Woodcutter:
“Do you still believe?”

Priestess:
“…In what?”

Panel 5

Woodcutter close-up: Pain and anger mix on her face.

Woodcutter:
“In God.”
“In justice.”
“In anything beyond this room.”

Panel 6

Woodcutter continues, eyes wet but hard: The shadow of Fortinbras looms blurry in the background.

Woodcutter:
“We are brought here whenever he desires.”
“He sleeps like a king.”
“And we lie here like we are nothing.”
“So tell me…”
“What kind of God sees that and says nothing?”

Panel 7

Priestess close-up: Her face turns solemn, almost haunted.

Priestess:
“There was a time…”
“I would have answered you easily.”
“I would have said suffering has purpose.”
“That heaven sees all.”
“That justice waits beyond mortal reach.”

Panel 8

Half-panel: The priestess looks toward the dark ceiling. Candlelight catches her tired eyes.

Priestess:
“But words like that are easier to speak in a temple…”
“…than in a lord’s bedchamber.”

Panel 9

Woodcutter sits up slightly, expression sharpening with bitterness.

Woodcutter:
“Then God is weak.”

Panel 10

Priestess turns to look directly at her.

Priestess:
“Or distant.”
“Or silent.”
“Or perhaps men simply commit evil…”
“…and call it fate so they need not fear judgment.”

Panel 11

Two-shot: The woodcutter looks shaken, but intent. The priestess remains composed.

Woodcutter:
“Then we are powerless.”
“Even with God.”

Priestess:
“For now.”
“Faith does not break locks.”
“It does not stop cruel men.”
“The powerless endure by learning where power lives… and waiting for the moment it shifts.”

Panel 12

Final wide panel: Fortinbras remains asleep in the background, snoring like some vast beast. In the foreground, the priestess stares into the dark with grim resolve, while the woodcutter lies beside her, silent and thinking.

SFX:
GRRRHHH…

Priestess:
“Do not mistake silence for approval.”
“The heavens may be silent…”
“…but silence is not surrender.”

Caption:
And so the night passed beneath the weight of one man’s power… and the fragile refusal of two women to let despair become truth.

Panel 1

Wide shot: A vast noble bedchamber under low candlelight. Lord Michael Fortinbras, his wife, the priestess concubine, and the woodcutter girl all lie beneath the same tangled sheets in the great bed. Their state of undress and the disordered bedding make the situation clear without lingering on it. Fortinbras is already asleep, snoring heavily.

SFX:
GRRRHHH… KHHH…

Caption:
The lord slept soundly, as though nothing in the chamber could trouble him.

Panel 2

Closer shot: The woodcutter girl lies awake near the edge of the bed, clutching the blanket close to herself. Her face is tense and exhausted. In the background, the wife lies silent with eyes closed, unmoving, while the priestess concubine stares upward in weary thought.

Woodcutter (small text):
“…Are you awake?”

Panel 3

Priestess close-up: She turns her head slightly toward the woodcutter.

Priestess:
“Yes.”

Panel 4

Two-shot: The woodcutter keeps her voice low so as not to wake either Lord Fortinbras or the wife.

Woodcutter:
“Do you still believe?”

Priestess:
“…In what?”

Panel 5

Woodcutter close-up: Her expression is bitter, wounded, and searching.

Woodcutter:
“In God.”
“In justice.”
“In anything beyond men like him.”

Panel 6

Medium shot: Fortinbras’s huge sleeping form dominates the background; the women are smaller beneath the sheets in the foreground.

Woodcutter:
“We are made to share his bed whenever he desires.”
“He sleeps in comfort.”
“And we lie here as though our will means nothing.”
“So tell me…”
“What kind of God watches that and stays silent?”

Panel 7

Priestess close-up: Shadow crosses her face.

Priestess:
“There was a time I would have answered easily.”
“I would have spoken of trials, of divine order, of justice beyond this world.”

Panel 8

Half-panel: The priestess looks toward the dark canopy above.

Priestess:
“But such words sound different here.”
“They are lighter in a temple…”
“…than in a lord’s bed.”

Panel 9

Woodcutter close-up: Her jaw tightens.

Woodcutter:
“Then God is weak.”

Panel 10

Priestess turns to face her fully.

Priestess:
“Or distant.”
“Or silent.”
“Or perhaps men commit cruelty and call it their right, because no one dares deny them.”

Panel 11

Three-woman composition: The wife is now visibly awake, listening in silence, though she says nothing. The priestess and woodcutter remain the focus.

Woodcutter:
“Then we are powerless.”
“Even with God.”

Priestess:
“For now.”
“Faith does not unmake cruel men.”
“It does not break a lord’s power in a single night.”
“The powerless endure by learning where power lives… and waiting for it to crack.”

Panel 12

Final wide panel: All four remain in the same bed beneath the heavy blankets—Fortinbras asleep and oblivious, the wife silent and unreadable, the priestess grim, the woodcutter staring into darkness.

SFX:
GRRRHHH…

Priestess:
“Do not mistake silence for approval.”
“The heavens may be silent…”
“…but silence is not surrender.”

Caption:
And so the night endured beneath one man’s shadow, while three women measured the cost of living under it.

Panel 1

Wide shot: A private chamber in the Fortinbras estate. Candlelight. Heavy curtains. The three women sit together—the Wife seated formally, the Priestess Concubine calm but guarded, the Woodcutter Girl nervous and out of place.

Caption:
Within House Fortinbras, even quiet conversations carried the weight of power.

Wife:
“Sit. We will speak plainly.”

Panel 2

Closer shot: The wife folds her hands in her lap, composed and stern.

Wife:
“You both belong to this household now.”
“So tell me… when my lord calls for you, how often does he summon you?”

Panel 3

Priestess concubine close-up: She averts her eyes slightly, but answers with controlled dignity.

Priestess Concubine:
“Often enough that I understand my place.”
“To him, companionship is not tenderness.”
“It is appetite, authority… and legacy.”

Panel 4

Woodcutter close-up: She looks uneasy, fingers tightened in her dress.

Woodcutter:
“I stopped counting.”
“When he wants someone, he sends for her.”
“That is all there is to it.”

Panel 5

The wife watches both women carefully. Her face is unreadable.

Wife:
“Then you understand the next matter.”
“If either of you becomes pregnant, what were you told to expect?”

Panel 6

Priestess concubine speaking: Calm, bitter wisdom in her expression.

Priestess Concubine:
“That the child will belong to House Fortinbras before it belongs to me.”
“That nurses, tutors, and household servants will raise it in the lord’s name.”
“That blood matters more than a mother’s wishes.”

Panel 7

Woodcutter speaking, tense: She looks smaller in the room, overwhelmed by the reality of it.

Woodcutter:
“I was told I would be watched day and night.”
“Fed well. Guarded. Kept safe.”
“But not for my sake.”
“For the child.”

Panel 8

The wife leans slightly forward. Her tone is firm, instructional.

Wife:
“That is the truth.”
“In this house, any child of Lord Fortinbras is part of the house’s future.”
“They are raised for rank, obedience, and usefulness.”

Panel 9

Half-panel focus on the wife, dark background behind her for emphasis.

Wife:
“They will learn the name Fortinbras before they learn their own desires.”
“They will be taught duty, inheritance, and power.”
“Some will strengthen alliances. Some will serve the estate. All will carry his shadow.”

Panel 10

Priestess concubine looks at the wife directly for the first time.

Priestess Concubine:
“And the mothers?”
“What becomes of us after the child is born?”

Panel 11

The wife answers. Her expression softens only slightly, but remains severe.

Wife:
“That depends.”
“A wise woman may gain security, comfort, even influence.”
“A foolish one will remain only what she was when she entered this house.”
“Useful… but never truly free.”

Panel 12

Final dramatic panel: The three women in silence. The wife sits upright at center, the priestess thoughtful, the woodcutter shaken. Candlelight flickers.

Woodcutter (small text):
“So the child is born into power… and we are not?”

Wife:
“The child is claimed by power from its first breath.”
“That is the way of House Fortinbras.”

Caption:
And in that chamber, each woman understood that motherhood in a great house was not mercy… but submission to legacy.

Chapter Intro:
The Riftborn armies have been repelled, but the war is far from over. Deep within the void, a presence stirs — ancient, calculating, and furious. The Riftborn King, long dormant, awakens. As the Hidden Leaf regroups, Team 0 is summoned to a secret chamber beneath the Hokage Tower, where the truth about Shawn’s Hoshigan — and its connection to the King — is finally revealed.

Scene 1: The Hidden Chamber
Interior panel: A spiral staircase descends into the earth. Torches flicker along the stone walls. Team 0 follows the Hokage and Kuroda into a sealed vault.
- Shawn: His white fox mask is clipped to his belt. His face is calm but alert, with sharp features and a faint scar beneath his right eye. His 3-Tomoe Hoshigan glows with a fourth mark forming at its center. He wears a black cloak over a white shirt, the obsidian-forged sword strapped across his back.
- Jaden: His spiky black hair is slightly damp with sweat. He wears a black shirt with a red flame crest, one sleeve torn to reveal his muscular left arm. His Byakugan is inactive but alert, and his black gloves are scuffed from the last battle.
- Isaiah: Towering and broad-shouldered, his dark skin is marked with faint black veins from his mutation. His dreadlocked hair is tied back, and his fur-lined cloak is torn at the edges. He holds a kunai loosely in his right hand, always ready.
Hokage (gravely):
“This is the Eye’s origin. The place where the first Hoshigan was sealed.”
Kuroda (to Shawn):
“Your eye didn’t awaken by chance. It was chosen.”

Scene 2: The Memory Stone
A massive crystal floats in the center of the chamber. It pulses with violet light. As Shawn approaches, his Hoshigan reacts — the fourth mark completes.
Shawn (wincing):
“It’s… calling me.”
He touches the stone. A surge of energy floods the room. Time freezes. Jaden and Isaiah are suspended mid-step.

Scene 3: The Vision — The Riftborn King
Shawn is pulled into a vision. He stands in a ruined world, skies torn open. A throne of bone and obsidian looms ahead. Upon it sits the Riftborn King — a towering figure with six arms, a crown of jagged crystal, and a single, massive Hoshigan eye in his chest.
Riftborn King (voice like thunder):
“You wear my legacy, child. My eye. My curse.”
Shawn (steady):
“I’m not your heir.”
Riftborn King:
“You already are. The Eye remembers. And soon… so will you.”
The King raises a hand — the vision shatters.

Scene 4: Awakening
Back in the chamber, time resumes. Shawn stumbles back, eyes wide. The Hoshigan now bears a fourth tomoe — a black diamond at its center.
Jaden (rushing to him):
“Shawn! You good?”
- Jaden’s Byakugan activates instinctively. His pale eyes scan Shawn’s chakra — it’s swirling, unstable.
Isaiah (stepping forward):
“Your chakra… it’s not yours anymore.”
- Isaiah’s mutation pulses in response, his black veins glowing faintly.
Shawn (breathing hard):
“I saw him. The Riftborn King. He’s coming.”

Scene 5: The King’s Herald
Suddenly, the chamber trembles. A Riftborn sigil burns into the air. A voice echoes from the stone.
Riftborn Voice:
“The King rises. The Eye will return. And the world will kneel.”
The sigil vanishes. Silence.
Hokage (to Team 0):
“You three are the last line. If the King crosses over… we fall.”

Scene 6: Final Panel
Full-page spread: Team 0 stands at the edge of the chamber, backlit by the glowing memory stone. Shawn’s Hoshigan gleams with four tomoe. Jaden’s Byakugan is fully active. Isaiah’s mutation coils like a shadow beast behind him.
Narration box:
The King has awakened.
The Eye has remembered.
And the war for reality has begun.

Le Collège des Gaffeurs

Introduction

L’histoire se passe dans un collège assez calme. Les élèves vont en classe tous les jours et la vie est normale. Lucas Martin est un garçon de 14 ans qui arrive comme nouvel élève. Il est gentil, drôle et il veut toujours aider les autres. Mais il est aussi très maladroit. Avant lui, la classe était tranquille et un peu sérieuse. Lucas veut avoir des amis et être bien dans le collège.

Développement

Le premier problème arrive pendant un cours de sciences. Lucas met trop de produit dans une expérience et la salle se remplit de mousse. Les élèves rient beaucoup. Après, pendant le sport, il mélange les équipes et personne ne comprend les règles. Le directeur commence à entendre parler de Lucas. Lucas se sent un peu triste parce qu’il pense qu’il fait toujours des erreurs. Il veut être un élève normal mais il n’y arrive pas vraiment.

Rebondissements

Un jour, les élèves décident de lui donner un diplôme de “Super Gaffeur”. Lucas pense que c’est pour se moquer de lui, mais en réalité les élèves sont gentils. Ils trouvent que grâce à lui, la classe est plus amusante. Lucas comprend que ses erreurs ne sont pas toujours négatif.

Dénouement

À la fin, Lucas accepte qu’il est un peu maladroit. Il promet de faire attention, mais il reste lui-même. La classe devient plus unie et plus heureuse grâce à lui.

Description des personnages :

Le héros – Lucas Martin

Description physique :

Lucas est un garçon de 14 ans, de taille moyenne, avec des cheveux bruns un peu ébouriffés.

Il porte des lunettes rondes et un sac à dos trop grand pour lui.

Description morale :

Il est gentil, serviable et imaginatif, mais très maladroit. Il veut toujours faire le bien, mais

crée souvent des situations comiques sans le vouloir.

L’héroïne – Emma Dubois

Description physique :

Emma est une fille sportive, avec des cheveux blonds attachés en queue de cheval et un grand

sourire.

Description morale :

Elle est intelligente, organisée et patiente. Elle aide Lucas à gérer ses gaffes et essaie de

garder la classe calme quand tout devient chaotique.

L’anti-héros – Maxime Leroy

Description physique :

Maxime est grand, bien coiffé, avec des cheveux noirs et des vêtements toujours très soignés.

Description morale :

Il aime attirer l’attention et se montre parfois arrogant, mais il n’est pas méchant. Dans les

moments importants, il finit par soutenir le groupe.

Les personnages secondaires – Sofia, Jules et le professeur Durant

Sofia est petite, très vive et curieuse ; elle pose beaucoup de questions. Jules est plus grand,

calme et discret, mais ses remarques sont souvent très drôles. Le professeur Durant, avec ses

cheveux gris et sa blouse de laboratoire, est passionné de sciences mais un peu distrait : ses

expériences tournent souvent en scènes comiques, ce qui participe à l’ambiance amusante de

la classe.

Panel 1 (Full-width splash, establishing shot)
Wide exterior view of Blackspire Keep at night, snow falling gently. A lone rider (Lady Seraphine in dark cloak) approaches the gates on horseback.
Caption (top): "Midnight. The eve of his nameday."
SFX: clip-clop… clip-clop…
Panel 2 (Medium shot)
Seraphine dismounts in the courtyard. Servants scatter in fear at her expression—eyes narrowed, lips pressed thin.
Close-up inset on her face: subtle disgust already flickering.
Thought bubble (small): …I only wished to surprise him.
Panel 3 (Tall vertical panel)
Seraphine strides down a torch-lit corridor, riding crop dangling loosely. Her boots echo.
Background: shadows stretch long.
SFX: thud… thud… thud…
Panel 4 (Wide panel, door POV)
The heavy solar door creaks open. Warm candlelight pours out.
Foreground: Seraphine's silhouette in the doorway, cloak billowing slightly.
Inside: chaotic bed scene just visible—bare limbs, tangled sheets, laughter frozen mid-breath.
Panel 5 (Large panel, reveal)
Full interior shot of the decadent bedroom: massive four-poster bed, candles guttering, furs and silks strewn everywhere.
Center: Fat Lord Fortinbras sprawled naked, belly shining with sweat, surrounded by four equally naked noblewomen (two mother-daughter pairs: Mirene & Celine Varnholt; Elira & Lyssia Drayce).
They freeze, eyes wide in horror.
Under the bed: two more half-hidden girls in shifts, peeking out in terror.
SFX: gasp!
Panel 6 (Close-up on Seraphine)
Tight on her face—eyes half-lidded, upper lip curled in revulsion. No shout. Just quiet, visceral disgust.
A single bead of sweat rolls down her temple (not from anger—from sheer distaste).
Thought bubble: …This… is what my husband chooses.
Panel 7 (Medium group shot)
The women scramble in panic: sheets tear, bare feet slap stone, arms cover themselves. Mirene clutches fabric; Celine bolts; Elira drags her daughter.
The two under-bed girls crawl out, red-faced, fleeing past Seraphine like rats.
Background: Fortinbras wheezes, trying to sit up, belly jiggling pathetically.
Panel 8 (Over-the-shoulder from Seraphine)
She stands motionless. View past her shoulder: the fleeing women disappear down the hall.
Fortinbras in foreground, small and ridiculous on the ruined bed, mouth open in excuse.
His speech bubble (stammering): "S-Seraphine… my love… this is—"
Panel 9 (Extreme close-up on Seraphine)
Her eyes only—cold, contemptuous pupils reflecting candle flames.
No dialogue. Just a slow, deliberate blink of disgust.
SFX: soft …
Panel 10 (Medium shot)
Seraphine steps forward one pace. She reaches out slowly and plucks a long auburn hair (Mirene's) from his damp chest.
Holds it up between thumb and forefinger like something diseased.
Her expression: lip curled further, nostrils slightly flared.
Panel 11 (Tight two-shot)
Close on Fortinbras's face—sweat pouring, small eyes darting, pleading.
Inset panel (small): Seraphine's mouth, corners turned down in pure revulsion.
Her dialogue (quiet, flat):
"You are… disgusting."
Panel 12 (Full-page splash, final blow)
Seraphine turns her back and walks out, cloak swirling.
The door begins to close behind her.
Foreground: Fortinbras alone on the wrecked bed, naked, small, surrounded by cooling candles and the stench of his own excess.
His face: crumpled in shame.
Background fades to black around the edges.
Caption (bottom, small text): She feels no fury. Only nausea.
SFX: click (door shutting)
(End scene.)

A multi-racial, scripture-based world where power is finite and taken through conflict—following a hybrid swordsman rising from rejection to carve out his own place.

A 20-year old man working in a dead end convinience store died when the building collapsed and is transmigrated to a magical fantasy world by the world's goddess. He is given a magical store to run like a convenience store and is given skills to manage it.

🖤 PLANCHE 4 — Les livres qu’on jette

Âge d’Aris : 15 ans
Style : manga noir et blanc, seinen classique
Ambiance : nuit, pluie fine, indifférence
Nombre de cases : 6

🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (haut de page)

Description visuelle :
Bâtiment massif et austère : une académie.
Architecture noble, propre, éclairée de l’intérieur.
À l’arrière, une ruelle sombre.

Ambiance :
Savoir à l’abri. Rue froide derrière.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN

Description visuelle :
Derrière l’académie.
Caisses en bois renversées.
Des livres jetés, abîmés, mouillés par la pluie.
Des pages collées par la boue.

Ambiance :
Mépris silencieux.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN MOYEN (Aris)

Description visuelle :
Aris, 15 ans, maigre, vêtements usés, trop grands.
Il s’approche prudemment des caisses.
Il regarde autour de lui, comme s’il n’avait pas le droit d’être là.

Ambiance :
Habitude de la honte.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (mains)

Description visuelle :
Les mains d’Aris fouillent parmi les livres.
Certains sont trop mouillés.
Certains déchirés.
Il en écarte plusieurs.

Ambiance :
Tri lent, méthodique.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (objet)

Description visuelle :
Un livre plus épais, plus ancien.
Couverture noire, sans titre apparent.
Moins abîmé que les autres.

Pas de symbole.
Pas de lueur.
Rien de magique.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE

Description visuelle :
Aris tient le livre contre lui, sous la pluie.
Son visage est neutre.
Juste une décision simple.

Texte (petite bulle, très discrète) :
« Celui-là… »

🎯 INTENTION (IMPORTANT POUR MANGAAI)

Aris ne cherche pas la magie

Il cherche à lire

Le grimoire n’est pas présenté comme spécial

L’académie jette → Aris récupère

Aucun effet surnaturel à ce stade

Bölüm 1: Kalp Gözlü Küçük Peri
Bir zamanlar, pembe bulutların arasında saklı bir yerde, “Kalp Bulutu Krallığı” diye tatlı bir diyar vardı. Burada her şey pamuk şekeri kadar yumuşak, her çiçek kalp şeklinde açardı. İşte bu krallığın en küçük ama en tatlı sakini, Pufi’ydi.
Pufi, pembe tüylü bir periydi. Gözleri kocaman, siyah ve tam ortasında parlak pembe kalpler vardı. Bu kalpler sadece güzel görünmüyordu; gerçekten de duyguları görebiliyordu. Birine baktığında o kişinin kalbinde ne hissettiğini anlıyordu. Bu yüzden herkes ona “Kalp Okuyan Pufi” derdi.
O sabah Pufi, her zamanki gibi yıldız antenlerini sallayarak uyandı. Antenlerinin ucundaki pembe yıldızlar ve pamuk topları neşeyle zıplıyordu.
“Bugün ne yapayım acaba?” diye mırıldandı kendi kendine, küçük kanatlarını çırparak havada süzülürken.
Tam o sırada krallığın en yaşlı perisi, yaşlı Nine Bulut, telaşla yanına geldi.
“Pufi! Pufi! Büyük bir sorun var!”
Nine Bulut’un sesi titriyordu. “Krallığın en önemli şeyi, Büyük Kalp Kristali kayboldu! O kristal olmadan buradaki herkesin duyguları karışacak. Mutluluklar hüzne, sevgiler korkuya dönecek!”
Pufi’nin kalp gözleri irileşti.
“Ne? Ama… o kristal olmadan kimse birbirini anlayamayacak mı?”
“Evet yavrum. Ve en kötüsü… kristalin izi, Karanlık Duman Ormanı’na gidiyor.”
Karanlık Duman Ormanı… Krallıktaki herkesin korktuğu yerdi. Orada ışık pek girmezdi, ağaçlar eski ve somurtkan görünürdü. Ama Pufi’nin kalbi güçlüydü. Çünkü kalplerden korkmazdı.
“Ben giderim!” dedi Pufi kararlı bir sesle. Küçük yumruğunu sıktı. “Benim gözlerim kalpleri görür. Belki kristali çalanın kalbini de görebilirim!”
Nine Bulut endişelendi ama Pufi’nin gözlerindeki kararlı pembe ışıltıyı görünce razı oldu.
“Tamam… Ama yalnız gitme. Yanına Mimi’yi al. O küçük mavi kuş her zaman seninle olmak ister zaten.”
Pufi gülümsedi. Mimi, en yakın arkadaşıydı. Her ne kadar sürekli “Ama orası tehlikeli!” dese de, Pufi’yi asla yalnız bırakmazdı.
Böylece Pufi, kanatlarını çırparak havalandı. Yıldız antenleri neşeyle sallanıyordu. Arkasında küçük pembe kalp izleri bırakarak Karanlık Duman Ormanı’na doğru uçmaya başladı.
Ormanın girişinde hava biraz serinlemişti. Ağaçlar sanki fısıldaşıyordu. Pufi biraz ürktü ama hemen kendine cesaret verdi:
“ Korkma Pufi. Senin kalbin en güçlü kalp!”
Tam o sırada ormanın içinden garip bir ses duyuldu:
“Pufi… gel… buraya…”
Pufi durdu. Kalp gözleri parladı. O sesin sahibinin kalbinde… garip bir şey vardı. Hem hüzün, hem yalnızlık, hem de çok çok eski bir özlem.
“Kimsin sen?” diye sordu Pufi cesurca.
Karanlığın içinden yavaş yavaş bir siluet belirdi. Büyük, siyah tüylü bir yaratıktı ama… gözleri Pufi’ninkiler gibi kalp şeklindeydi. Sadece onun kalpleri gri ve solgundu.
“Ben… Koyu,” diye fısıldadı yaratık. “Uzun zamandır kimse beni görmedi. Kimse kalbimi okumadı.”
Pufi yaklaştı. Küçük eliyle yaratığın yanağına dokundu. O anda Koyu’nun kalbinde ne kadar uzun zamandır yalnız olduğunu, nasıl kristali sadece “birini anlamak için” aldığını gördü.
Pufi’nin gözleri yumuşadı.
“Kristali geri verirsen… seni anlamaya çalışırım. Yalnız olmak zorunda değilsin.”
Koyu şaşırdı. Kimse ona böyle yaklaşmamıştı.
“Gerçekten mi?..”
Pufi gülümsedi. Kalp gözleri daha da parlaklaştı.
“Gerçekten. Çünkü ben Pufi’yim. Kalpleri seven küçük peri.”
Devam edecek…

Long ago Dinosauras ruled the world until a meteor struck and a bunch of different magical animals climbed out of the hot fireball, only to start a war with the dinosaurs, leading them to extinction. Then these magical animals began to start their own advanced civilizations and made a 10-year-old human boy named kyng their leader. Little did they know, not all of the dinosaurs had died in that war; some had survived and gone into hiding, plotting to take back the world from these magical beasts

The story is about an 8-year-old young girl who finds herself on a mysterious island and she finds that there is not alot of food and her stomach starts growling and she knew she was starting to get hungry as she knew her stomach wouldnt stop after it did its first stomach growl. So she found this tree which grows these special fruits which after she eats one of the fruits to fill her still empty tummy she finds that she was transforming into a monster of some kind as she was growing bigger and her hair was growing longer and rapidly covering her eyes plus she could feel her stomach become more toned as the transformation continued until it stopped and she noticed her new looks and body while looking in the lake near the tree that she got the fruits from. The girl now bigger would use her new body to build herself a temporary shelter within a cave where she would stay as the effects would wear off and she would slowly become younger and would eventually return to her 8-year old self with her toned stomach and longer hair being a reminder of her previous transformation.

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

A 18 year old Japanese woman named Mika, who gets turned into the Venus de Milo. She has a short black hair with a bang covering her left eye and with a heart necklace and has grey eyes. She's seminude and armless after the petrification. She's the copy of the Venus de Milo in a museum.

A teenage boy walking on a city street, car approaching fast, shocked expression, motion blur, dramatic manga style, black & white, high tension, cinematic angle”
Teen floating in darkness surrounded by swirling light, ethereal energy around him, confused expression, thought bubble: ‘Where… am I?’ manga style, black & white, mystical aura”
Baby boy reborn in luxurious noble family chamber, wrapped in blanket, soft expression, parents holding him proudly, elders watching in awe, manga style, black & white, light beams from ceiling”
“Close-up of baby’s face, curious wide eyes, thought bubble: ‘I… I’m small? Where am I?’ manga style, black & white, cute mischievous expression”
Golden aura shining around baby’s chest and forehead, light rays from above, soft glowing effect, elders and parents amazed, manga style, black & white, cinematic lighting, divine atmosphere”
Mother smiles holding baby, father stands proudly, elders whispering in background, manga style, black & white, soft shading, dialogue bubble: ‘A rare child, blessed by heaven’”
Close-up of baby’s tiny smirk, mischievous eyes, looking at parents and elders, manga style, black & white, subtle humorous expression, thought bubble: ‘Heh… I wonder what fun I can have here’”
Wide shot of noble chamber, sunlight streaming through windows, baby in crib, parents and elders around, soft shadows, manga style, black & white, cinematic composition”
Glowing small orb or artifact on shelf near baby, faint magical aura, baby reaching toward it curiously, manga style, black & white, dynamic angle”
Close-up of elder faces, surprised and worried, manga style, black & white, subtle dramatic shading, thought bubble: ‘This child… is unusual’”
Tiny Qi energy pulse radiates from baby as he touches artifact, floating papers and scrolls in room, manga style, black & white, expressive energy lines, dynamic panel
Wide exterior shot of noble manor, morning sunlight, heavenly rays shining down on baby chamber, soft clouds, manga style, black & white, epic cinematic feel, caption: ‘Thus begins the Mischief Heir’s story’”

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

🖤 PLANCHE 6 — Les mots entrent

Même structure, même intention, juste un médium différent.

🟦 CASE 1 — CALME

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

Silence.

🟦 CASE 2 — PREMIÈRE ANOMALIE

Les mots quittent la page.

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

Pas d’effet magique flashy.

🟦 CASE 3 — CONTACT

Les mots se collent à Aris :

sur les bras

sur le cou

sur le visage

sur les vêtements

Ils ne pénètrent pas encore.
Ils adhèrent.

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

🟦 CASE 4 — DOULEUR

Gros plan sur le visage.

Les mots s’enfoncent :

ils disparaissent sous la peau

laissent des traces sombres

certaines lettres se déforment

Texte (petit, cassé) :
« —Gah— »

Cri humain.
Pas héroïque.

🟦 CASE 5 — LA CHUTE

Le corps lâche.

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

Il n’a plus aucun contrôle.

🟦 CASE 6 — ÉVANOUISSEMENT

Aris inconscient.

Les mots ont disparu.
Plus rien de visible.

Le livre est toujours ouvert.

Silence.

$Katyka tenía seis años y todavía dormía con los pies descubiertos. En la penumbra de su habitación, la noche parecía contener la respiración. Las paredes, pintadas en tonos suaves azul y rosa, se veían deslavadas, como si un amanecer se hubiera quedado atrapado ahí y se negara a avanzar. La cama baja estaba revuelta, con una manta hecha bolita cerca de los pies y un peluche boca abajo, mirando al vacío. Sobre la mesita de noche, libros de dibujos con esquinas dobladas y hojas arrugadas se amontonaban alrededor de una caja de crayones abierta. La ventana estaba entreabierta. Por la rendija entraba un aire frío que hacía bailar la cortina. Más allá, clavada en el cielo, brillaba una estrella distinta a las demás: una luz de plata, fija, alerta. La Estrella de Plata. Katy soñaba. En su sueño, el cielo no era cielo, sino un espejo oscuro. Sobre él, siete lunas flotaban alineadas en perfecta quietud, como cuentas en un hilo invisible. Cada luna tenía un símbolo grabado en su superficie, tan nítido que parecía dibujado con luz: La primera, un fuego que se retorcía sin consumir nada. La segunda, un copo de hielo, fractal e imposible. La tercera, una pluma suspendida en caída eterna. La cuarta, una garra curvada, afilada, casi viva. La quinta, una lágrima que nunca terminaba de caer. La sexta, una sombra sin forma, como un borrón vivo. La séptima, un símbolo hecho de ondas, como un canto congelado. Las siete lunas giraban lentamente sobre sí mismas, proyectando reflejos que se entremezclaban. Cada vez que una luna se inclinaba, su símbolo se estampaba en el espejo oscuro bajo ellas, como si marcara un territorio secreto. Katy no hablaba en el sueño. No sabía si podía. Pero sentía algo: una presión en el pecho, un tirón suave que no dolía, pero que daba miedo. Como si alguien —o algo— la estuviera tomando de la mano desde muy lejos y tirara de ella hacia esas lunas. Entonces escuchó la voz.$

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

this needs to be in color please use the character from last panel
After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap.
She belonged here.
That night, curled up in her wagon, she stared at the wooden ceiling and thought about Ryan.
Ryan.
Her old street-performing partner. The one who’d taught her how to juggle when she was just a scrappy kid with oversized ears and a tail she couldn’t control. He’d always drop the third apple on purpose during their act—just to make the kids laugh.
"One day, Cin," he’d said, grinning with that lopsided smile, "we’ll perform for kings and queens. We’ll be legends."
She’d believed him.
But when the circus scouts came through town, only Cinder had been chosen. Ryan had pushed her forward.
"Go. You’re better than this street corner. I’ll catch up—I promise."
That was three years ago.
She wondered if he’d made it. If he was performing somewhere grand. If he still remembered her.
Her ears drooped slightly.
I hope you’re okay, Ryan.

Panel 1 (Wide panel – city rooftop, night)

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

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

Panel 2 (Close-up – boy’s face)

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

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

Panel 3 (Street below – eerie silence)

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

Sound effect: ……

Panel 4 (Medium panel – behind the boy)

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

Girl:
“You see it too, don’t you?”

Panel 5 (Close-up – boy startled)

He turns sharply, eyes wide.

Boy:
“You’re not frozen…”

Panel 6 (Half-page style dramatic panel)

The sky begins to glow faintly. Time feels tense.

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

Watch: 4:59 AM

Panel 7 (Final panel – sunrise)

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

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

Small text at bottom:
To be continued.

yuuka zenin do clã zenin um clã renomados de feiticeiros jujutsu que tem como principal técnica a invocação das dez sombras que são shikigamis cada um com sua especialidade yuuka zenin tem um irmão chamado tsurugi que têm como técnica a restrição celestial que foca em trazer o potencial físico do seu corpo ao extremo para lutar de igual pra igual contra maldições

My story is about a boy named Vex Lobius, a high school student who lives in the city of Axstral, a place shrouded in eternal twilight and surrounded by ancient ruins. Vex belongs to the Lobius family, known for having once guarded a dark power that threatened the city. Because of this, everyone fears him and treats him like a monster, even though he has never done anything wrong.

One day at school, after being targeted and provoked by the bully Caleb, Vex loses control of his emotions and awakens a mysterious power within himself. The energy bursts out uncontrollably, destroying part of the classroom and terrifying all the students. From that moment on, Vex realizes that the dark power of his family has awakened inside him as well.

Frightened and confused, he runs toward the ruins outside the school, wondering whether he will truly become the monster everyone believes he is… or if he will manage to control that power and uncover the truth about his heritage.

The story is a mix of dark fantasy, school drama, and supernatural power awakening, with a gloomy and mysterious atmosphere.