Monster Fusion Manga

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching. Make the heroine have white hair
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching. Make the heroine have white hair make her more serious and studious
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching. Make the heroine have white hair make her more serious and studious
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching. Make the heroine have white hair make her more serious and studious
El auto viejo que no quería trabajar En el fondo del galpón del campo había un auto viejo, de esos que alguna vez fueron orgullosos y brillantes cuando eran nuevos, pero que ahora estaban cubiertos de un polvo tan grueso que parecía harina. Todos lo llamaban “Silencio”, el auto. Cada mañana el ogro pasaba por delante, lo miraba y decía: —Che auto… ¿hoy querés arrancar? Y el auto respondía con un ruido que parecía un abuelo: —No… ay, no… déjenme dormir… El papá escuchó eso y se largó a reír. —Parece que se queja como si fuera un sueño eterno. —Y sí —dijo la vaca—, vive acostado. Pero ese día el ogro tenía que mover unas cajas enormes. —¡Auto, por favor! ¡Un empujoncito nomás! Y el auto respondió con el esfuerzo más falso del mundo: —¡Ay, no! ¡Me duele la batería! El Sapo Aldo se acercó, lo tocó con un dedo y quedó lleno de polvo. —¡Ay, parezco un churro! —gritó, estallando de risa. —Bueno —dijo la vaca—, habrá que limpiarlo un poco antes de encenderlo. Fue entonces cuando apareció el gato, caminando con la aspiradora detrás como si fuera su mascota favorita. —¡Acá vengo a salvar el día! —dijo levantando la cola. La aspiradora venía rodando, torpe, chocando todo: boom boom boom boom. Cuando la encendieron, empezó a aspirar tan fuerte que el gato salió volando hacia atrás. —¡Me dejó el pelo como nube! —dijo con los bigotes apuntando para todos lados. El auto, molesto por el ruido, murmuró: —Ay, qué escándalo… ¡yo quería dormir! —¡Dormir nada! —dijo el ogro—. ¡A trabajar! Los sapos empezaron a empujar por atrás, la vaca ayudó con la nariz, el gato tiraba de la manija de la puerta… pero el auto ni se movía. —Está haciendo capricho —dijo la vaca. El auto, ofendido, hizo sonar la bocina. Y el Sapo Pepe se rió tan fuerte que casi se cae de espalda: —¡Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja! De repente, el pato llegó corriendo. —¿Qué hacen? —Tratamos de que el auto trabaje. —¿Probaste preguntarle qué quiere? —dijo el pato, como si fuese profesor. El ogro suspiró y se agachó frente al paragolpes. —Bueno, auto… ¿qué querés? El auto respondió bajito: —Yo quiero que me laven… Todos se quedaron en silencio. Pepe murmuró: —¿Este auto está pidiendo un baño? —Sí —dijo Aldo—. Y yo pensé que yo era el complicado. Entonces todos se pusieron a trabajar. La vaca trajo agua, los sapos frotaban las ruedas, el gato dirigía la aspiradora que hacía fiiiiuuu y luego limpiaba los vidrios mientras cantaba. Cuando terminaron, el auto quedó brillante, como nuevo. El gato lo miró y dijo: —¡Epa! ¡Ahora parece un auto último modelo! El auto se acomodó, orgulloso. —Bueno… ahora sí podemos trabajar. El ogro giró la llave y el motor arrancó con tanta energía que los sapos salieron saltando: —¡Ah! ¡Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja! ¡Nos asustó! El auto no solo quiso trabajar, sino que se fue manejando solito hasta quedar al lado de las cajas. —Che —dijo la vaca—, al final el auto solo necesitaba cariño. —Y un baño —dijo el pato. —Y una aspiradora loca —agregó el gato, riéndose. Todos quedaron contentos, y el auto, feliz, tocó la bocina con agradecimiento: —Bim, bim, bim, bim, bim. Y colorín colorado, este cuento se ha acabado.
Première scène d’une histoire isekai en style webtoon japonais / manga. Une classe de lycée entière (environ 70 élèves) est soudainement téléportée dans un autre monde. Les élèves portent des uniformes scolaires couleur café, certains sont choqués, d’autres effrayés, certains tombent au sol, d’autres se regardent sans comprendre. L’environnement est étrange et fantastique : ciel irréel avec des couleurs inhabituelles, lumière mystique, sol inconnu, légère brume magique autour du groupe. L’atmosphère est tendue et dramatique, sentiment de confusion, de peur et d’incompréhension. Au centre de l’image, un petit groupe d’élèves se démarque légèrement, comme des futurs personnages importants. Style artistique : Korean webtoon + Japanese anime, haute qualité, traits nets, ombrages doux, expressions faciales très détaillées. Éclairage cinématographique, lumière surnaturelle venant du ciel, tons dramatiques. Composition dynamique, vue semi-large pour montrer le groupe et le nouveau monde. Ambiance : début d’une aventure sombre, mystérieuse et dangereuse.
PÁGINA 1 Prompt para Geração de Imagem: "Página de mangá estilo shounen, leitura da direita para a esquerda. 4 quadrinhos grandes: 1. Quadrinhos superior direito: Paisagem ampla do Monte Fuji ao fundo, vila japonesa antiga à beira de um rio, sol poente pintando o céu de laranja/amarelo. Um jovem (Marcos) de cabelos castanhos, vestindo roupa de guerreiro com detalhes verdes/amarelos, segura uma katana com lâmina escura e detalhes coloridos que brilham suavemente. Narração: 'PERÍODO SENGOKU — Nas margens do Monte Fuji, uma pequena vila abriga um jovem com laços para uma terra distante...' 2. Quadrinhos abaixo: Plano médio em Marcos, olhos fechados. Luzes verdes/azuis flutuam ao seu redor, silhueta de onça-pintada ao fundo. Fala: 'A terra me fala... Ela sente quando algo está errado.' 3. Quadrinhos superior esquerdo: Ninja (Felyppe) de cabelos loiros claros, vestes escuras, cinto com ferramentas/shurikens precisas, pulando entre telhados. Fala: 'Os sinais estão claros. O Clã Kuroyami já está por perto. Precisamos estar prontos.' Nota lateral: 'Ferramentas criadas com conhecimentos de meus ancestrais alemães.' 4. Quadrinhos abaixo: Marcos e Felyppe de frente um para o outro, sombras de samurais de preto se aproximando ao fundo. Fala: 'Eles vieram mais cedo do que esperávamos!' Linhas de velocidade ao redor das sombras. Estilo: Mangá clássico, linhas nítidas, contraste bem definido."*
The story takes place in a modern Japan reshaped by the emergence of Manifestations—supernatural abilities that awakened suddenly a generation ago. At first, Manifested individuals were feared, hunted, and misunderstood. But as their numbers grew, governments were forced to adapt, creating strict systems to regulate, train, and monitor them. Society now lives in a tense balance: Manifested citizens walk the same streets as ordinary people, yet invisible lines divide them. To manage this new reality, elite institutions like Reidō Academy were established. Part school, part military facility, part containment center, Reidō trains young Manifested students to control their powers while quietly assessing which ones might become threats. Behind its polished reputation lies a network of surveillance, political agendas, and secret research into unstable awakenings.The world outside the academy is no safer. Criminal syndicates exploit Manifested children, rogue operatives like Ryona Itadori challenge the government’s authority, and rumors spread of ancient bloodlines whose powers defy classification. Ordinary citizens live in awe and fear, unsure whether Manifestations are humanity’s evolution—or its downfall. Amid this fragile landscape, a new generation rises: students with unstable abilities, hidden pasts, and destinies shaped by forces they don’t yet understand. And at the center of it all stands Toji Zenith, an unmanifested boy whose quiet presence hides a power older and more dangerous than the world is prepared for.
🖤 PLANCHE 1 — Aris, orphelin Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : sombre, froide, indifférente Nombre de cases : 7 (rythme lent, oppression) 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (pleine largeur en haut) Description visuelle : Grande ville médiévale vue en plongée. Tours hautes, murs en pierre, rues étroites. Beaucoup de bâtiments, peu de ciel. La ville paraît massive, écrasante. Ambiance : Froide, impersonnelle. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Rue étroite. Des passants bien habillés marchent vite. Au bord du cadre, Aris enfant, maigre, sale, assis contre un mur. Aris enfant : Vêtements trop grands, usés. Cheveux en bataille. Regard baissé. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (mains) Description visuelle : Les mains d’Aris tendues. Sales, tremblantes. Une seule petite pièce dans la paume. Texte (petite bulle, très simple) : « S’il vous plaît… » 🟦 CASE 4 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Un adulte passe sans regarder Aris. Son manteau occupe la moitié de la case. Aris est presque hors champ. Ambiance : Mépris, indifférence. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — CASE ÉTROITE (objet) Description visuelle : Aris fouille dans une poubelle. On voit du pain dur, à moitié moisi. Il hésite. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ VISAGE Description visuelle : Visage d’Aris enfant. Traits tirés. Yeux fatigués, mais attentifs. Il mâche lentement. Ambiance : Faim, résignation. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 7 — CASE FINALE (silencieuse) Description visuelle : Aris recroquevillé contre un mur, la nuit. La ville continue derrière lui : silhouettes, ombres, mouvement. Lui est immobile. Ambiance : Solitude totale. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 INTENTION (IMPORTANT POUR MANGA AI) Pas d’exagération émotionnelle Pas de caricature Aris enfant ne pleure pas La ville est le “monstre” Le silence est plus fort que les mots
🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (papier) Description visuelle : Le papier qu’Aris tient. Les mots sont cassés, mal alignés, incomplets. Exemples visibles (pas tous lisibles) : « mar… ché » « pa—n » « in… ter… dit » Certaines lettres sont effacées, d’autres mangées par le papier. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — GROS PLAN VISAGE Description visuelle : Visage d’Aris enfant, très proche. Sourcils froncés. Bouche légèrement entrouverte. Ses yeux reviennent en arrière, comme s’il relisait. Texte (toute petite bulle) : « ma… » 🟦 CASE 3 — DÉTAIL (doigt) Description visuelle : Le doigt d’Aris suit la ligne sur le papier. Il s’est arrêté au milieu d’un mot. Le doigt tremble légèrement. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 4 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Aris assis contre le mur. Il tient le papier trop près de son visage. Son corps est tendu, pas détendu. Ambiance : Effort. Fatigue mentale. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (papier à nouveau) Description visuelle : Le même mot que case 1… Mais cette fois, une syllabe est entourée, comme s’il avait compris une partie. Exemple : « mar… ché » Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE (transition) Description visuelle : Aris baisse légèrement le papier. Son regard est toujours sérieux… mais un peu moins perdu que dans les premières cases. Ambiance : Pas de victoire. Juste : ça commence à rentrer. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 INTENTION (pour MangaAI) Montrer l’effort, pas la réussite Lecture lente, pénible Aucun effet magique Aucun sourire Le progrès est minuscule, presque invisible
Panel 1 (large) A swirl of soft light as LunaVale appears — silver hair flowing, crescent staff glowing. Riku (off-panel): “…Who’s that?” Panel 2 (small) Close-up of LunaVale’s gentle smile. Panel 3 (medium) Riku’s eyes widen slightly — the first spark of interest. Panel 4 (small) Chat bubble pops up: LunaVale: “Hi! Are you running this dungeon alone?” PAGE 3 Panel 1 (wide) Crossfire and LunaVale stand side by side at the dungeon entrance. LunaVale: “I can heal. Want to team up?” Crossfire: “…Sure.” Panel 2 (medium) They enter the dungeon — glowing crystals, dark corridors. Panel 3 (medium) Crossfire fires a volley of arrows, motion lines showing speed. Panel 4 (medium) LunaVale casts a healing spell, soft particles swirling around Crossfire. Caption: Their synergy is instant. PAGE 4 Panel 1 (large) Boss fight — a massive stone golem swings down at them. Panel 2 (small) Crossfire dodges, barely. Panel 3 (small) LunaVale raises her staff, eyes determined. Panel 4 (medium) A burst of moonlight slams into the golem. Panel 5 (small) The boss crumbles. Crossfire: “…Nice.” LunaVale: “You too.” PAGE 5 Panel 1 (wide) The two avatars stand in the glowing aftermath. Caption: Two strangers. Two worlds. One perfect match. Panel 2 (medium) Friend request icon appears between them. Panel 3 (large, bottom) Split-screen: - Riku in his dark room, staring at the screen. - Miyu in her soft-lit bedroom, smiling shyly at her monitor. Caption: This is where everything begins. ⭐ If you want, I can: - Continue Chapter 2, 3, 4… panel-by-panel - Convert all 5 volumes into manga panels - Create fight scene panel layouts - Create romantic moment panel layouts - Create cover and splash page layouts Just tell me how far you want to go. Panel 4 (small) Chat bubble pops up: LunaVale: “Hi! Are you running this dungeon alone?”
Morning light crept through the curtains and brushed across my face. I groaned softly and rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling. My room was quiet except for the faint hum of my computer. “…Huh?” I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed, my hair messy from sleep. Something felt different. My mind slowly began to wake up. “What even happened yesterday…?” I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees, trying to piece things together. Then it hit me. The restaurant. The conversation. Her. I could still remember the way the evening felt — calm, easy… surprisingly nice. “Being with her was actually… really nice.” I scratched the back of my head, staring at the floor. Then my eyes widened slightly. “Wait…” I froze. “I never got her number.” A quiet sigh escaped me as I leaned back on the bed. “Well… that’s just great.” The rest of the day passed slowly. Before long I found myself sitting at my desk, controller in hand, playing games like usual. The glow of the monitor lit up the room while the hours quietly slipped by. Match after match. Win, lose, repeat. Eventually I got hungry. I wandered into the kitchen, grabbing something quick to eat before heading back to my room. Later in the afternoon I went out to the gym, lifting weights and trying to clear my mind. Music played in my headphones while the rhythm of reps and sets helped pass the time. Still… every now and then my thoughts drifted back to yesterday. Her smile. Her voice. It was strange. We had only just met… but the memory kept replaying in my head. After the gym I headed home again, tossing my bag onto the floor of my room and collapsing into my chair. “Man…” I stretched my arms. “What are the chances I ever see her again?” Memories of her pop up. Right as I picked up my phone— Buzz. A notification lit up the screen. I frowned slightly and picked it up. Then my eyes widened. It was a message. And somehow… It was from her. My heart skipped. “…Wait.” I stared at the screen again to make sure I wasn’t imagining it. A slow smile spread across my face. “…I guess I am seeing her again."
🖤 PLANCHE 3 — Le temps insiste Fonction narrative : transition Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : répétition, fatigue, hiver intérieur Nombre de cases : 6 Âge Début de planche : 7–8 ans Fin de planche : 12–13 ans 👉 Le saut se fait visuellement, sans texte explicatif. Tenue (CONSTAMMENT LA MÊME) haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale pantalon large déchiré pieds nus vêtements trop grands au début, un peu moins à la fin 👉 Même tenue = le temps passe, pas les moyens. 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN MOYEN (début) Description visuelle : Même mur que la planche 2. Aris enfant (7–8 ans) est assis au sol, dos au mur. Une affiche devant lui. Il essaie encore de lire. Ambiance : Déjà-vu. Texte (petit, hésitant) : « m… a… » 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN SERRÉ (détail) Description visuelle : Ses doigts sont sales, un peu abîmés. Ils suivent maladroitement une ligne de texte. Ambiance : L’effort est réel, le résultat nul. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN MOYEN (ellipse) Description visuelle : Même mur. Même posture. Mais Aris est un peu plus grand (10–11 ans). Les affiches ont changé, se sont accumulées. Ambiance : Le monde avance. Lui, à peine. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 4 — PLAN SERRÉ (visage) Description visuelle : Aris 12–13 ans. Traits plus tirés. Regard fatigué. Il lit lentement, syllabe par syllabe. Texte (haché, lent) : « mar… ché… pa… » 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Aris s’arrête. Il ferme les yeux. Sa tête touche le mur. Ambiance : Épuisement, pas abandon. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Aris se relève et s’éloigne. Il est maintenant adolescent, plus grand, toujours maigre. Le mur est couvert d’affiches. Ambiance : Il n’a pas gagné. Mais il n’a pas arrêté. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 Ce que cette planche fait (important) montre la durée justifie la lecture plus tard prépare la planche 4 (les livres jetés) renforce le caractère obstiné d’Aris aucune victoire
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.