Psychological Action Manga

Character Style Guide (Manga – “The Last Message”) Direct specifications for consistent visual design. ⸻ 1) Main Girl (17) Build: Slim, average height Face Shape: Soft oval Eyes: Large, expressive, slightly downturned outer corners Eye Color: Warm brown Hair: Long, straight, dark brown; soft layers; moves noticeably in wind Bangs: Light, slightly parted in the middle Skin Tone: Light olive Signature Details: • Small beauty mark under left eye • Star-shaped silver keychain always visible (attached to phone or bag) Clothing Style: • Oversized cream sweater • Black pleated skirt • Knee-high socks • Simple white sneakers Expression Style: • Emotional range visible in eyes first • Tears drawn glossy and reflective • When nervous: fingers grip sleeves Art Direction Tags: Shoujo-inspired, soft linework, detailed eyes, subtle blush shading, cinematic lighting. ⸻ 2) Main Boy (17) Build: Lean, slightly taller than girl Face Shape: Defined jaw but still youthful Eyes: Calm, slightly narrow Eye Color: Dark gray Hair: • Messy black hair • Slight volume at top • Falls naturally over forehead Skin Tone: Light tan Signature Details: • Small bandage on right cheek (adds personality) • Relaxed half-smile Clothing Style: • Black hoodie • Gray cargo pants • Simple sneakers Expression Style: • Smiles subtly, not exaggerated • Eyes soften when looking at her Art Direction Tags: Clean linework, light shadow under chin, soft glow in night scenes. ⸻ 3) Overall Manga Aesthetic Line Style: Thin but confident lines Shading: Minimal screentones, focus on lighting contrast Mood Lighting: • Warm orange during flashbacks • Deep blue and purple for rooftop night • Strong white glow for fireworks scene Background Detail: Moderate detail; sky and lighting more important than buildings ⸻ If you want: • More “anime modern” style • Dark psychological tone • Or cute chibi version Tell me which direction and I’ll refine it precisely.
Kurisutīna is a short, shy blonde girl who fled her homeland because of war. Her father died in the conflict, and her mother, consumed by grief, escapes into alcohol and neglects her emotionally. In a foreign country, Kurisutīna struggles at school, is rejected because of her origin, and feels isolated despite her constant efforts. Lost and fragile, she searches for her identity and a reason to keep going. One day, she meets Māseru — a tall, quiet, and mysterious boy whose face is never fully shown. Calm and distant, he helps Kurisutīna see the world differently, teaching her that life is not built on grades, status, or material things, but on inner peace, self-understanding, and finding one’s own happiness. Later, another person enters her life — more direct and grounded in reality. They become close, and through this friendship Kurisutīna becomes aware of the cruelty, injustice, and emptiness of the world around her. Suddenly, this person disappears, leaving behind only words that linger in her mind. Kurisutīna continues attending school, but slowly begins to understand the meaning of those words. Eventually, she runs away from home to truly discover herself. During her journey, she encounters situations that reveal both the good and evil of humanity. Each experience helps her confront her fears, emotions, and desires. Step by step, Kurisutīna begins to understand who she is — realizing that the answers she was searching for in others had always existed within her.
Moments later she appeared in the forest. Before the tree. Before the woodcutter. “Greetings, woodcutter,” she said casually. The man turned and smiled. “Greetings, traveler.” He raised his axe slightly in greeting. “Would you like to accept a quest?” Virella tilted her head. “Tell me something first.” The woodcutter blinked. “Yes?” “Where is the wood you’ve gathered?” He hesitated. “Well… the wood I gathered is…” His voice faltered. Virella stepped closer. “Where is your house?” “I… live with my mother and sister…” “And what are their names?” Silence. The woodcutter’s breathing quickened. Virella’s eyes gleamed with faint magic. “When was the last time you brought wood home?” “The last time I—” His voice broke. “How long have you been cutting this tree?” “I have been cutting this tree for…” He froze. In color.
Romance slice of life my main character is this black haired girl who just got engaged to her long boyfriend and as he started this new job his coworker a blond haired girl they started to be friends at work and they got too close like close friends but everyone called them a couple because they acted like it then his wife gets suspicious of her husband and next thing you know the blond haired coworker mada a first move to the husband and they kissed and they confessed their feelings for eachother then he had an affair with the blond ( she is super pretty ) girl while his wife the black haired girl followed her husband to work to spy on him because she became insane because her husband put a password on his phone hides his phone and its not sexual with his wife and she stalks him to work and founds out that her husband is eating out with the blond girl in his lunch time and they kissed and she gets home cries but she would keep it a secret cuz she can't leave his husband she is too attached then months and months of this happening the blond girl gets pregnant the black haired wife its devastated and broken and miserable cuz she knew that her husband wanted a child with her so much to start a family and stuff and something happens the husband tells his wife that he has a other girlfriend and she is pregnant and he wants to keep the baby and he has no feelings for his wife and he tells her to leave but the husbands mom calls and wants to visit and he panicked and said to his wife to stay and pretend that they are happy but he will get his pregnant girlfriend moved into the house and live with them and the blond girl moves in and the ex wife have a huge fight but the husbands goes to have sex with his girlfriend and the ex wife cries and cries and the blond girl does evil things to the wife and the husband loves it and you can continue with the story from now on
In a world where a few can bend probability through raw will, a quiet drifter named Kai Kurozawa discovers his gift isn’t luck—it’s a loaded weapon. Each choice twists the odds, but the universe charges interest. SERIES BIBLE (Concise) Power System — Will / Odds / Backlash • Dwellers: Rare individuals who can impose Tacks (micro‐edits to probability) via focused Will. • Odds: A visualized “grain” of reality; Dwellers sense vectors of likely outcomes as shimmering filaments. • Tacks: Intentional nudges (“make that rope snap,” “let the bus be 8 seconds late”). Each Tack accrues Fate Friction—stress that rebounds later as Backlash (nosebleeds → fractures → catastrophic karmic events). • Edges: Personal rituals or anchors (coin flips, mantras) that stabilize Will and reduce friction. • Zeroshift (mythic tier, late series): A liminal state where Odds are a silent ocean and Will is a blade—do not reveal yet. World • Haven District: Port-city sprawl; rusted rooftops, market alleys, flooded underpass murals. • Glassline Metro: Arteries of the city; reflective tunnels where odds feel “loud.” • The Quiet: A rumored zone where Odds stop moving—foreshadowing endgame forces. Factions • Municipal Risk Office (MRO): Bureau that tracks statistical anomalies; polite on paper, predatory in practice. • The Erased: Black-bag unit rumored to “remove” unstable Dwellers. Recurring Antagonists • Rael, “The Eraser”: Uncanny calm; his talent dampens other Dwellers’ Tacks in close range. He is the city’s whispered full stop. • Anti-Kai (Kairo Tsukami): Never named on-page yet. Thematic opposite of Kai—fixes outcomes by stealing other people’s Will. Themes • Choice vs. inevitability, the cost of power, anonymity in crowds, the math of mercy. VISUAL STYLE GUIDE (for art consistency) • Line: Clean, high-contrast inks; thin outline on faces, heavy shadows on urban geometry. • Tone: Filmic noir with sharp whites for the “Odds” filaments. • Odds Visualization: Fine hairline threads and moiré patterns drifting off objects; when Kai focuses, threads bloom like dandelion seeds frozen mid-gust. • SFX: Minimalist lettering, small caps with long em dashes for sustained sounds (e.g., VRRR—). • Panel Rhythm: Quiet micro-panels for intention → explode into wide panels for consequence. CAST (Core + Non-Dwellers — at least 5) Kai Kurozawa (17) • A drifter with a coin ritual. Soft voice, sharp eyes. Edge: Coin Flip. • Quirk: Counts his breaths when deciding; breath 7 is commitment. • Flaw: Terrified of being the cause. Mei Arakawa (19) — Journalism student, street photographer. Non-Dweller. • Brave to a fault; sees patterns in people. Keeps instant camera on wrist. Jun “Switch” Tanaka (18) — Electronics stall kid; builds things from city trash. Non-Dweller. • Grease smudges, perpetual grin, a tool roll like a scroll. Aya Mori (20) — Med student volunteering at a night clinic. Non-Dweller. • Steady hands; refuses to look away from ugly truths. Inspector Haruto Ishii (34) — MRO field officer. Non-Dweller. • Polite, dry, exhausted; catalogues “anomaly sites.” Koji Nakamura (52) — Market grocer. Non-Dweller. • Kind man, jokes in proverbs. (Mark as at risk in early arcs.) Daichi (12) — Rooftop runner, orphan. Non-Dweller. • Knows every shortcut; sells maps he draws by hand. Rael (??) — “The Eraser.” Dweller. • Neutral face; shoes make no sound. The city gets quiet when he arrives. HIDDEN SEEDS in Chapter One • Page 3: A passerby with a ring—three triangular prongs. Later revealed as an Erased marker. • Page 17: Black van reflection in puddle (MRO plate pattern: 131-21). • Page 28: Blank spot in Kai’s Odds vision (Rael’s signature dampening at distance). • Final Page: A second coin in gutter, heads scratched with a thin inverted cross (Anti-Kai sigil—unexplained). CHAPTER ONE: PAGE-BY-PAGE SCRIPT & STORYBOARD Length: 36 pages (tankōbon pacing). Goal: Introduce Kai, demonstrate low-tier Tack, show cost, hook with a moral pivot.
"Цахим Сүүдэр" Хуудас 1: Нууцлаг шүтэн бишрэгч * Дүр зураг: Сарнай өөрийн инстаграмдаа кофе ууж буй зургаа оруулна. Төд удалгүй "Сүүдэр" гэх нэртэй хаягнаас зурвас ирнэ. * Текст: "Чиний өнөөдрийн өмссөн ягаан цамц чамд үнэхээр зохиж байна, Сарнай. Тэр кофе шоп чиний дуртай газар уу?" * Сарнай: (Гайхаж) "Энэ хэн бэ? Би хаана байгаагаа бичээгүй шүү дээ..." Хуудас 2: Мөрдөлт даамжрах нь * Дүр зураг: Сарнайг гэртээ харихад утсанд нь зурвас ирсээр байна. "Чиний цонхны гэрэл асаалттай байна. Сайхан амраарай." Сарнай айж, хөшгөө хааж буйг харуулна. * Текст: Тэр миний хаана амьдардгийг мэддэг юм уу? Энэ зүгээр нэг тоглоом биш байна! Хуудас 3: Сувдаас тусламж хүсэх нь * Дүр зураг: Сарнай сургууль дээрээ Сувдтай уулзаж, утсаа үзүүлнэ. Сувд зурвасуудыг хараад царай нь нухацтай болно. * Сувд: "Сарнай, энэ бол цахим мөрдөлт (Cyberstalking). Чи зураг оруулахдаа байршлаа (Geotag) санамсаргүй асаачихсан байна." Хуудас 4: Дижитал мөрийг илрүүлэх нь * Дүр зураг: Сувд Сарнайн сошиал тохиргоог шалгана. Сарнай өмнө нь өөрийнхөө гэрийн гаднах зураг, сургуулийнхаа нэрийг ил тод тавьсан байсныг Сувд олж харна. * Сувд: "Хакерууд болон гаж донтонгууд чиний оруулсан жижигхэн деталиудаас бүтэн дүр зураг гаргаж чаддаг юм." Хуудас 5: Дарамт шахалт * Дүр зураг: Гэнэт "Сүүдэр" гэх этгээд Сарнайн хувийн чат руу түүний найзуудтайгаа ярьсан нууц ярианы скриншотыг явуулна. * Текст: "Хэрэв надтай уулзахгүй бол би энэ бүгдийг нийтэд дэлгэнэ шүү!" * Сарнай: (Уйлж) "Тэр миний хаяг руу нэвтэрчихэж! Би яах вэ?" Хуудас 6: Сувдын төлөвлөгөө * Дүр зураг: Сувд Сарнайг тайвшруулж, компьютерийнхээ ард сууж ажиллаж эхэлнэ. * Сувд: "Битгий ай, Сарнай. Бид түүний хүслээр явахгүй. Юун түрүүнд бүх нууц үгээ сольж, 2 шатлалт баталгаажуулалт хийх хэрэгтэй. Дараа нь түүнийг барих баримт цуглуулна." Хуудас 7: Баримтжуулалт ба Блок * Дүр зураг: Сувд бүх заналхийлсэн зурвасуудыг баримтжуулан хадгалж, цагдаагийн цахим гэмт хэрэгтэй тэмцэх хэлтэс рүү илгээнэ. * Текст: "Хэзээ ч заналхийлэгчтэй харилцан яриа бүү хий. Түүнийг блок хийж, хуулийн байгууллагад хандах хэрэгтэй." Хуудас 8: Гэмт этгээдийг илрүүлэв * Дүр зураг: Цагдаа нар IP хаягаар нь мөрдөж, гэмт этгээдийг баривчилж буйг харуулна. Тэр нь Сарнайн таньдаггүй, зүгээр л цахим орчинд бусдыг ангуучилдаг нэгэн байв. * Текст: "Чи ганцаараа биш. Цахим орчинд ч хууль үйлчилдэг юм." Хуудас 9: Аюулгүй байдал бол эрх чөлөө * Дүр зураг: Сарнай, Сувд хоёр инээмсэглэн алхаж байна. Сарнай утсаа гаргаж ирснээ буцаагаад цүнхэндээ хийнэ. * Сарнай: "Би одоо юуг нийтэлж болох, юуг нууцлах ёстойгоо мэддэг болсон. Миний хувийн мэдээлэл бол миний цайз." * Сувд: "Тийм ээ, ухаалаг хэрэглээ л чамайг хамгаална."
🖤 PLANCHE 5 — L’abri Âge d’Aris : 15 ans Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : silence, isolement, vent Nombre de cases : 6 Tenue (canon, inchangée) : haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale, rapiécé pantalon large déchiré pieds nus posture fermée, fatiguée aucun élément moderne 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (haut de page) Description visuelle : Une ancienne ferme abandonnée, hors de la ville. Herbes hautes. Clôture cassée. Grange à moitié effondrée. Maison principale encore debout, sombre. Le ciel est gris. Le vent fait bouger les herbes. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN (Aris de dos) Description visuelle : Aris, 15 ans, debout face à la ferme. Il est petit dans le cadre. Le livre est serré contre lui. Ambiance : Hésitation silencieuse. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — DÉTAIL (la porte) Description visuelle : La porte de la maison est entrouverte. Elle grince légèrement sous le vent. L’intérieur est noir. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 4 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (Aris) Description visuelle : Le visage d’Aris. Fatigué. Neutre. Pas de peur visible, juste l’habitude. Ambiance : Il a déjà été chassé ailleurs. Texte (très petit) : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN (intérieur) Description visuelle : Intérieur de la maison. Vide. Poussière au sol. Murs fissurés. Un pan de toit laisse passer un peu de lumière. Aris est assis contre un mur. Le livre posé devant lui. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Gros plan sur le livre fermé. Les mains d’Aris hésitent au-dessus de la couverture. Silence total. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 INTENTION (VERROUILLÉE) Aris cherche le calme Il ne fuit pas → il s’isole Il n’attend rien du livre La maison est déjà morte Rien de magique encore 👉 La tension vient du silence, pas de l’action.
close-up of a young man touching his head with one hand, messy black hair, tired eyes looking downward, subtle sadness on his face, light sweat on his temple, quiet and calm mood, soft shadows, minimal background, emotional stillness manga thought bubble (inner monologue): “That dream again…” inal manga panel, same young man, same facial features and expression, slightly lifted head, mouth slightly open as if speaking softly, calm and composed demeanor, seated on the bed, relaxed posture, empty negative space for narration box, balanced composition, peaceful contrast after fear narration box text: “That same dream. It’s already the third time this week.”
Moments later she appeared in the forest. Before the tree. Before the woodcutter. “Greetings, woodcutter,” she said casually. The man turned and smiled. “Greetings, traveler.” He raised his axe slightly in greeting. “Would you like to accept a quest?” Virella tilted her head. “Tell me something first.” The woodcutter blinked. “Yes?” “Where is the wood you’ve gathered?” He hesitated. “Well… the wood I gathered is…” His voice faltered. Virella stepped closer. “Where is your house?” “I… live with my mother and sister…” “And what are their names?” Silence. The woodcutter’s breathing quickened. Virella’s eyes gleamed with faint magic. “When was the last time you brought wood home?” “The last time I—” His voice broke. “How long have you been cutting this tree?” “I have been cutting this tree for…” He froze. Virella leaned close to his ear. “You’ve been cutting this tree for five hundred years.” The man’s face drained of color. “You haven’t moved from this spot.” Her voice grew colder. “You haven’t chopped any wood.” “You haven’t taken anything home.” “Your sister and your mother have been dead for five hundred years.” The world seemed to collapse around him. “You have no home.” She whispered the final truth. “You don’t even have a name.” Memories flooded his mind. A small house. A loving mother. A laughing sister. Cold winter nights. Then darkness. Chains. Magic. Pain. His scream tore through the forest. “No… no this can’t be real… this can’t be real!” His body trembled violently. For a moment— it seemed the enchantment might break. Then he turned back toward the tree. And raised his axe. “I need to gather wood,” he muttered weakly. “My family needs it for the winter.” Kaelis watched from the mirror, tears falling. Virella smiled faintly. “Then live in ignorance for another five hundred years.” She turned away. “The god who destroyed your life doesn’t even remember you.” Her voice faded as she disappeared. “And neither will I.” In color
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6 hours of sleep. 8 hours at the workplace. average mood was neutral. read a book. no social activities. skipped lunch. no workout.
Noah noticed her during a late shoot. Rain machines soaked the street set. The crew shivered. Tempers flared. But Iria moved calmly, shielding equipment, checking reflections, adjusting brightness so the artificial rain looked like poetry instead of chaos. “You don’t panic,” Noah said quietly when she handed him a towel. “I do,” she replied. “Just not where people can see.” He smiled—not the practiced one, but a real one. Small. Careful. From then on, they talked in moments between takes. About coffee. About bad scripts. About how fame felt like standing under a sun that never set. “You ever wish you could disappear for a while?” Noah asked. Iria looked at the lights overhead. “I did,” she said. “Then I learned how to shine without being seen.” That answer stayed with him.
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.
半分の君 Romaji: Hanbun no Kimi Meaning: “Half of You” At Hoshizora Academy, the Compatibility Program forces second year students to live together like married couples — cooking, cleaning, studying, sharing a dorm unit, and being graded on emotional sync. High scores mean scholarships. Low scores mean repeating the year. The program is infamous for creating bonds that feel too real and exposing feelings students try to hide. Ignatius Arimura enters the year hoping to stay invisible. He’s quiet, introverted, and still carrying the ache of a breakup he never healed from. Aoi Kisaragi was his first love — the girl who made him feel alive, and the girl who walked away from him without ever explaining why. Aoi hides her guilt behind her bright smile, convincing herself she’s moved on to Ren. Ignatius tells himself he likes Mina because it’s easier than admitting he still aches for Aoi. When the pairing announcement arrives, Aoi silently begs for Ren. Ignatius silently hopes for Mina. Both pray they won’t be paired with each other. But fate is cruel. Their names appear together with a compatibility score of 12%, the lowest in the program. The room goes silent. Aoi’s smile cracks. Ignatius’s heart sinks. Moving into the same dorm feels like reopening a wound neither of them survived. Their first days together are a disaster. Aoi’s loud music, Ignatius’s quiet routines, her clutter, his need for order — everything clashes. Their first evaluation ends in failure. But when Ignatius freezes during a public speaking assignment, Aoi steps in without hesitation, her voice steady, her hand brushing his as she takes over. For a moment, it feels like the version of them that used to exist. Their score rises to 18%, and Ignatius realizes with a painful twist that he never stopped caring. Seeing Mina and Ren working together so naturally only deepens the ache. Aoi watches Ren laugh with Mina in a way he never laughed with her. Ignatius watches Mina shine beside Ren and wonders if he ever had a chance. Both feel jealousy they refuse to acknowledge. That night, Aoi cries quietly in the bathroom, and Ignatius hears her through the door. He stands there, hand hovering over the handle, but he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to comfort her anymore. They eventually agree to a truce and create a “Compatibility Strategy Plan.” Cooking together leads to soft laughter. Communication drills turn into arguments that somehow end with them smiling. Late night study sessions blur into moments where they forget they’re supposed to be exes. They fall asleep on opposite ends of the couch, but each night they wake up a little closer. Their score jumps to 41%. Aoi wakes one morning with Ignatius’s jacket draped over her shoulders. She doesn’t ask why. He doesn’t tell her. And then comes the chapter that changes everything. One night, after a long study session, Aoi falls asleep at the table, her head resting on her arms. Ignatius tries to wake her, but she mumbles something soft and exhausted, and he can’t bring himself to shake her. He sits beside her, meaning to stay only a moment. But he’s tired too. He rests his head on his folded arms, inches from hers. The room is warm. The silence is gentle. Without meaning to, they drift off together. When they wake, the sun is rising. Aoi’s head is resting on Ignatius’s shoulder. His hand is loosely holding hers. Their breaths are slow and in sync, like they’ve been sleeping together for years. For a long moment, neither moves. Neither speaks. The world feels fragile, like one wrong word could shatter it. Aoi’s cheeks turn pink. Ignatius’s heart races. They pull away slowly, reluctantly, as if their bodies haven’t caught up to their minds. Their score jumps to 52% the next day, and the teachers quietly note that their emotional sync spiked overnight. Aoi begins noticing Ignatius again — the way he concentrates, the way he softens when he’s comfortable, the way he still remembers her favorite snacks. Ignatius begins noticing Aoi’s hidden fears — her loneliness behind her popularity, her pressure to be perfect, the way she tries so hard not to disappoint anyone. They move around each other like a married couple who never learned how to stop caring. They share toothbrush cups, laundry baskets, late night ramen, sleepy mornings, and quiet moments that feel too intimate for two people who claim they’re over each other. During the festival test, their booth becomes the most popular attraction. Aoi turns down a confession from another boy, her voice trembling. Ignatius gets flustered when Mina compliments him, and Aoi notices the way he blushes. Their score jumps to 63%. That night, Aoi quietly asks him if he ever hated her after the breakup. Ignatius can’t answer. He can’t lie. The silence between them is thick with everything they never said. Rumors spread that pairs might be reassigned. Aoi panics at the thought of losing her chance with Ren. Ignatius panics at the thought of losing Mina. But beneath those fears is something heavier: neither of them wants to be separated from each other. Aoi cries alone on the balcony, and Ignatius silently places a blanket over her shoulders. She doesn’t turn around, but she leans into the warmth. They stand there together, the distance between them shrinking in ways neither of them can deny. A storm knocks out the power one night, leaving them in darkness with no cameras, no expectations, no pretending. They talk honestly for the first time in months. Aoi admits she’s tired of being the strong one. Ignatius admits he’s tired of being the quiet one. They sit close, closer than they have since before the breakup, sharing warmth in the dark. Aoi falls asleep with her head on his shoulder again. Ignatius doesn’t move. Their emotional sync test the next morning hits 92%, the highest in the program. As Ren and Mina grow closer, Aoi and Ignatius realize their old crushes were fantasies — safe illusions they clung to because they were afraid of the real thing. The real connection is the one they’ve rebuilt: messy, painful, warm, and real. They act like a married couple — cooking together, arguing, laughing, sharing space, sharing silence — but they’re not lovers. Not yet. They’re something in between, something fragile and terrifying and impossible to name. When the reassignment list is posted, Aoi’s hands shake and K Ignatius’s heart pounds. They scan the list, terrified. Their names remain together. Not because of luck. Not because of the system. But because they earned it. Aoi turns to him, eyes shining with something fragile and hopeful, and whispers, “Ignatius … can we try again?” He takes her hand gently, like she might break, and says, “Yeah. This time… let’s not run.” They’re not lovers. Not yet. But they’re closer than they’ve ever been — a pair who lives like a married couple, fights like rivals, and holds each other like home.
🖤 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.
This is a wild, satirical concept—very Jujutsu Kaisen meets true crime commentary. Here is the English translation, keeping the dramatic, "shonen-style" flair intact. Comic Title: "Domain Expansion: Paradise Lost vs. Party Purgatory" The Concept: The Battle of Infernal Domains In an interdimensional plane of existence where "cursed energy" generated by vice and infamy takes physical form, the greatest transgressors do not fight with fists, but with the expansion of their psychic "Domains." Here, Jeffrey Epstein and Diddy clash to determine who is the true "Master of Modern Darkness," each projecting his own twisted vision of power and corruption. The Plot Act I: The Summoning of Domains The story opens in a "Non-Place"—a floating arena amidst clouds made of broken TV screens and burnt banknotes. Jeffrey Epstein, possessing a cold and calculating aura, his snow-white hair reflecting moonlight even in the day, smiles sardonically. He has just activated his Domain Expansion: "The Temple of Secrets." The environment transforms: the Non-Place vanishes, replaced by a spectral, lush version of his private island (Little Saint James). Skeletal palm trees stand against a violet twilight sky. A colonial villa, elegantly sinister, rises at the center. The air is thick with recorded whispers, the echo of contracts, and the distant thrum of a landing helicopter. On the island, instead of sand, there are fragments of shredded legal documents. The "Sure-Hit" advantage of Epstein’s domain is that anyone who enters is immediately ensnared in a web of legal debt, non-disclosure agreements (NDAs), and implicit blackmail, manifesting as invisible, suffocating chains. On the other side, Diddy—with an expression of brazen arrogance, wearing a fur coat that sparkles with strobe lights and sunglasses reflecting a million paparazzi—does not hesitate. With a defiant cry, he activates his Domain Expansion: "The Endless Party." Epstein’s domain is torn asunder by an explosion of neon lights and deafening sound. The island partially fades, giving way to a futuristic, chaotic, and bottomless nightclub. Champagne bottles explode into clouds of sticky foam. Virtual dancers with distorted celebrity faces perform in loops. The air is saturated with the smell of sweat, expensive perfume, and a faint scent of "baby oil" that is anything but innocent. The "Sure-Hit" advantage of Diddy’s domain is that anyone who enters is forced to dance incessantly, suffering a sensory bombardment that renders them unable to think clearly, while being slowly "anointed" and weakened by a shimmering oil that leaves them vulnerable to manipulation. Act II: The Clash of Cursed Powers The two "masters" face off at the intersection of their domains. * Epstein manipulates his island: the trees transform into legal tentacles attempting to seize Diddy; the ocean waves are made of "dirty money" trying to drown him; and the villa’s screens project compromising videos intended to paralyze his reputation. His attacks are based on "Secret Information" which, when they land, reveal the opponent's weaknesses and past crimes. * Diddy responds by evoking the "Eternal Celebration": subwoofers launch soundwaves that shatter the structures of Epstein’s island. Giant champagne bottles transform into explosive projectiles. The oil permeating his domain becomes a corrosive substance that dissolves Epstein’s legal documents. His attacks are based on "Distraction and Corruption," aimed at eroding the opponent's will and making them "lose control" of their facade. During the fight, they exchange venomous barbs that, in this comedic context, sound like boasts of their own infamy: Epstein: "You’re just a novice! I built an empire on omertà, not some block party!" Diddy: "Old man! I reinvented the game! You were just an amateur with a checkbook! I have the charisma!" Act III: The Collapse of Domains and the Supreme Revelation As the two grow more enraged, their domains begin to merge into a grotesque mess: an island with built-in nightclubs, palm trees dancing to trap music, and legal contracts swirling like confetti. At the climax of the clash, a third entity manifests. It is not a being, but a gargantuan "Eye of Public Opinion" that opens above them, surrounded by millions of smartphone screens. This eye does not judge; it simply observes, recording every single infamy. The power of this "Eye" is so great that both domains—built on secrecy and distraction—begin to collapse. The Eye is not an attack, but a simple revelation. In that moment, Epstein and Diddy realize that the true "curse" is not their enemies, but the constant and inexorable surveillance of a world that, eventually, sees and judges everything. The comic concludes with the two trapped in a "non-place" made of cell phone screens showing their own misdeeds. They realize their "battle for dominance" was in vain. Neither can truly win when their very existence is under the world's merciless spotlight. Visual Style and Tone * Tone: Black comedy, grotesque and surreal satire, with a touch of existential horror. * Art Style: Highly detailed and dynamic, with a sharp contrast between the perverse elegance of Epstein’s domain and the gaudy excess of Diddy’s. The Domain Expansions should be visually spectacular and unsettling at the same time. * Colors: A rich and vibrant palette with heavy light-and-shadow contrasts, turning almost psychedelic during the Domain Expansion phases.
Virella leaned close to his ear. “You’ve been cutting this tree for five hundred years.” The man’s face drained of color. “You haven’t moved from this spot.” Her voice grew colder. “You haven’t chopped any wood.” “You haven’t taken anything home.” “Your sister and your mother have been dead for five hundred years.” The world seemed to collapse around him. “You have no home.” She whispered the final truth. “You don’t even have a name.” In color.
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.
🟦 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
🖤 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
Scene 1: Ashram Morning Introduction Visuals: Wide shot of an ancient Hindu-style ashram in morning sunlight. Birds flying, wind blowing through tall trees, incense smoke curling in the air. Students training, practicing martial arts and meditation in courtyard. Characters: Raishisu: handsome, black hair, playful smile, athletic build. Anaya: his companion, intelligent and cheerful. Acharya Vedant: mentor, calm and observant. Camera / Action: Pan across courtyard showing other students. Zoom in on Raishisu running through the courtyard, dodging friends playfully. Raishisu jokingly teases Anaya. Dialogue Captions: Raishisu: “I am focused! Just… in a slightly funnier way.” Anaya: “You really are impossible.” Mood / Music: Light, cheerful, playful background music. Scene 2: Training Hall Visuals: Interior shot of a large training hall, wooden floors, sunlight streaming through windows. Students sparring with wooden staffs and practicing martial arts. Camera / Action: Medium shot of Raishisu practicing, tripping slightly, then recovering gracefully. Close-up on Acharya Vedant observing quietly from a shadowed corner. Dialogue Captions: Acharya (thinking): “Interesting… this one has courage, intelligence, and potential.” Raishisu (to himself): “Feels like… something inside me is waking up.” Mood / Music: Calm yet mysterious tones, hinting at hidden potential. Scene 3: Minor Danger Visuals: A small training dummy falls on a student. Raishisu dashes forward, lifting it effortlessly. Camera / Action: Slow motion as Raishisu saves the student. Close-up of Raishisu’s determined expression. Dialogue Captions: Anaya: “You really are something else.” Raishisu: “I’m just getting started.” Mood / Music: Heroic, uplifting tones as Raishisu acts bravely. Scene 4: Closing Scene Visuals: Sunset over the ashram, long shadows across the courtyard. Raishisu sitting on a stone wall, gazing at the horizon. Camera / Action: Wide shot showing the vast ashram and surrounding nature. Slow zoom in on Raishisu’s thoughtful, determined expression. Dialogue Captions: Raishisu (thinking): “Adventure, danger, and destiny… I feel it calling me.” Mood / Music: Calm, inspirational ending music, hinting at future adventures.
CLIMATE X INDIGENOUS VOICES MAGAZINE EDITION – 2025 HIGHLIGHTS OPENING NOTE 2025 has been a defining year for Climate X Indigenous Voices — a year of deep listening, bold experimentation, and continent-wide action against climate disinformation. From grassroots fieldwork to global information integrity frameworks, this project has cemented itself as one of Africa’s leading voices on climate truth, Indigenous knowledge, and digital resilience. This edition captures the milestones, stories, and sparks that shaped our journey.
A quiet residential street somewhere in Japan. Among small restaurants and convenience stores sits a tiny independent bookstore. The shop sign reads: レトロ漫画堂 A modest storefront filled with posters of old manga series and fading magazine covers from the 80s and 90s. A small display near the entrance advertises a new release. Inside the shop. On a display table sits a freshly stacked pile of manga. The cover reads: 「超銀河バスターZ 新装版①」 A reissue of a legendary 1980s sci-fi action manga. A hand slowly reaches into frame and picks up one of the volumes. The person holding the manga lifts it slightly… and inhales deeply. The unmistakable smell of a newly printed tankōbon. A quiet moment. Internal monologue: “There it is… The scent of fresh ink and paper.” The person flips the pages gently. Still no view of his face. The bookstore owner watches from the counter with an amused smile. Owner: “Looks like you’ve been waiting for that one.” ________________________________________
CLIMATE X INDIGENOUS VOICES MAGAZINE EDITION – 2025 HIGHLIGHTS OPENING NOTE 2025 has been a defining year for Climate X Indigenous Voices — a year of deep listening, bold experimentation, and continent-wide action against climate disinformation. From grassroots fieldwork to global information integrity frameworks, this project has cemented itself as one of Africa’s leading voices on climate truth, Indigenous knowledge, and digital resilience. This edition captures the milestones, stories, and sparks that shaped our journey.
Panel Type Medium-wide panel (Quiet setup panel before a major reveal) Action The suited woman is shown turning a page of the newspaper. One hand grips the edge of the paper The page is mid-turn, slightly curved Motion is slow and deliberate This is not casual reading — it’s intentional. Newspaper Content (Very Important) The visible text on the newspaper is unreadable: Lines instead of real words Abstract blocks of text Scribbled or blurred typography Headline shapes without legible letters The reader can tell it’s important news, but cannot read it yet. This visually says: Not yet. Composition & Camera Camera angled from the side Focus on: Her hands The movement of the page Her face may be partially visible or cropped — expression controlled The newspaper dominates the lower half of the panel. Visual Style Black-and-white manga Clean linework Light screentone on paper Subtle motion lines on the page edge only No sound effects No dialogue Mood Anticipation. Withheld truth. The calm before information hits. 🚫 Negative Prompt No readable text No headlines No exposition No dramatic gestures No speed lines
A black and white manga panel. A 19-year-old young man (Marshal) with wavy light-toned hair and a padded doublet stands in a freezing, pitch-black stone cellar, looking nervous. From the deep shadows steps out another 19-year-old man (Morgan) with messy solid black hair and pitch-black eyes. Morgan is holding a dusty antique wine bottle and is laughing uncontrollably, a tear in his eye. Dramatic lighting, high contrast ink, seinen manga style, dark fantasy. Action manga panel. Intense motion lines. A heavy, rotting medieval wooden door violently explodes outward into hundreds of splinters. Through the flying wood debris and dust, a massive, terrifying medieval knight in seamless, heavy dark plate armor barges into the room. In the foreground, the two young men drop the wine bottle in shock. Dynamic composition, screentones, impact effect, seinen manga style. Fast-paced action manga panel. Two young men (one with wavy light hair, one with messy black hair) are sprinting desperately down a narrow, damp stone corridor. They are looking back over their shoulders in panic. Heavy speed lines (manga effect) to emphasize their fast running. Dramatic shading, claustrophobic atmosphere, highly detailed ink drawing, dark fantasy. A tense manga panel. Blocking a stone archway is a solid wall of five towering medieval knights standing shoulder-to-shoulder. They wear identical, menacing heavy steel plate armor with closed visors. The knight in the center aggressively draws a long broadsword. In the foreground, the young man with light wavy hair drops to his knees in surrender, putting his hands up. Cold, oppressive atmosphere, detailed armor rendering, seinen manga style. A dramatic manga panel. An older, burly medieval army captain (Dant) with a weathered face, graying beard, and battered armor runs into the scene, panting heavily. He raises his left hand authoritatively (the hand is missing two fingers). The heavily armored knights in the background lower their swords in submission. The captain looks down with a disappointed expression. Expressive ink shading, dark fantasy manga style. Black and white Japanese manga style, seinen manga, dark fantasy, highly detailed ink drawing, dramatic shading, screentones, sharp line art, cinematic angle --ar 16:9
CyberWolf — Series Story Description In a world where advanced technology and hidden powers collide, a young man named Tori Mack wakes up in a laboratory with no memories… and a body that is no longer fully human. Half of him has been transformed into a powerful cybernetic weapon. His right side is no longer flesh, but steel, circuits, and claws. Stronger. Faster. Deadlier. Rescued and watched over by a mysterious older man named Ein Tucker, Tori learns that he survived a disaster no human should have lived through. But the truth is far darker than he realizes. As Tori struggles to understand what he has become, strange dreams of wolves begin to haunt him. At the same time, dangerous forces move in the shadows—people who know exactly what he is… and want him back. Ein, once a legendary assassin with powerful spell-casting abilities, now walks a different path after learning his entire life was built on manipulation and lies. He becomes Tori’s mentor, training him not only to fight, but to survive in a world that sees him as a weapon, not a person. Together, they are pulled into a hidden war involving experiments, corrupted organizations, and creatures that blur the line between machine and monster. Tori must discover: Who turned him into CyberWolf… Why he was chosen… And whether he is still human — or something far more dangerous. CyberWolf is a dark sci-fi action manga about identity, revenge, power, and what it truly means to keep your humanity in a world that wants to turn you into a weapon.
CyberWolf — Series Story Description In a world where advanced technology and hidden powers collide, a young man named Tori Mack wakes up in a laboratory with no memories… and a body that is no longer fully human. Half of him has been transformed into a powerful cybernetic weapon. His right side is no longer flesh, but steel, circuits, and claws. Stronger. Faster. Deadlier. Rescued and watched over by a mysterious older man named Ein Tucker, Tori learns that he survived a disaster no human should have lived through. But the truth is far darker than he realizes. As Tori struggles to understand what he has become, strange dreams of wolves begin to haunt him. At the same time, dangerous forces move in the shadows—people who know exactly what he is… and want him back. Ein, once a legendary assassin with powerful spell-casting abilities, now walks a different path after learning his entire life was built on manipulation and lies. He becomes Tori’s mentor, training him not only to fight, but to survive in a world that sees him as a weapon, not a person. Together, they are pulled into a hidden war involving experiments, corrupted organizations, and creatures that blur the line between machine and monster. Tori must discover: Who turned him into CyberWolf… Why he was chosen… And whether he is still human — or something far more dangerous. CyberWolf is a dark sci-fi action manga about identity, revenge, power, and what it truly means to keep your humanity in a world that wants to turn you into a weapon.
CyberWolf — Series Story Description In a world where advanced technology and hidden powers collide, a young man named Tori Mack wakes up in a laboratory with no memories… and a body that is no longer fully human. Half of him has been transformed into a powerful cybernetic weapon. His right side is no longer flesh, but steel, circuits, and claws. Stronger. Faster. Deadlier. Rescued and watched over by a mysterious older man named Ein Tucker, Tori learns that he survived a disaster no human should have lived through. But the truth is far darker than he realizes. As Tori struggles to understand what he has become, strange dreams of wolves begin to haunt him. At the same time, dangerous forces move in the shadows—people who know exactly what he is… and want him back. Ein, once a legendary assassin with powerful spell-casting abilities, now walks a different path after learning his entire life was built on manipulation and lies. He becomes Tori’s mentor, training him not only to fight, but to survive in a world that sees him as a weapon, not a person. Together, they are pulled into a hidden war involving experiments, corrupted organizations, and creatures that blur the line between machine and monster. Tori must discover: Who turned him into CyberWolf… Why he was chosen… And whether he is still human — or something far more dangerous. CyberWolf is a dark sci-fi action manga about identity, revenge, power, and what it truly means to keep your humanity in a world that wants to turn you into a weapon.
Your manga is a quiet, emotional slice-of-life story that explores loneliness, grief, and healing through subtle moments and atmosphere. The story follows Erikku, a withdrawn teenage boy who feels emotionally empty after losing someone important from his past. Although life around him continues as normal—school routines, classmates’ laughter, everyday noise—Erikku feels disconnected, as if even the sky above him has fallen silent. The silent sky serves as a powerful symbol throughout the story, representing Erikku’s inner emptiness, unresolved pain, and words left unspoken. His refuge is the school rooftop, a place filled with memories of happier days and a person he once shared deep connection with. This rooftop becomes a space where past and present quietly overlap. The story begins to change when Esutā, a calm and observant girl, appears. Unlike others, she notices the silence Erikku lives in. She does not approach him with pity or forceful encouragement; instead, she listens and acknowledges the quiet he carries. Esutā’s presence introduces warmth and understanding, suggesting that silence is not always absence—but sometimes a pause, waiting for someone brave enough to speak. As Erikku and Esutā share moments under the same sky, subtle changes occur: a breeze begins to move, clouds slowly drift, and the atmosphere softens. These small shifts symbolize emotional healing and the return of hope. The story focuses on inner thoughts, gentle dialogue, and visual storytelling rather than dramatic action. Overall, your manga is a poetic coming-of-age narrative about loss, human connection, and emotional recovery. It highlights that healing does not happen instantly, but through shared silence, understanding companionship, and the quiet courage to open one’s heart again.
¡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! 🎬✨
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[Manga Page 1 Prompt: The 3rd Rhythm - Flashback Intro] Create a high-quality full-color manga page, Page 1. The page should be divided into 3 distinct panels with a clear narrative flow. Overall Tone & Style: Gritty Seinen Manga, Urban Grunge aesthetic. Detailed line art, vibrant but slightly desaturated colors, sharp focus on character expressions and internal monologue. Panel 1 (Top - Medium Shot): Content: The protagonist (Ryo - 182cm, muscular build, stoic face) is sitting on his stock Honda Wave 110i motorcycle with a Line Man delivery bag, stopped at a city red light. He's wearing his black baggy oversized sweater, light blue baggy jeans, and a retro half-shell helmet (no visor), showing his messy hair and silver ear piercings. Action/Expression: He looks straight ahead, calm and expressionless. The background shows blurred city traffic. Dialogue/Text: None from the protagonist. Panel 2 (Middle - Wide Shot, slightly above the protagonist's eye level): Content: Shifts focus slightly to the sidewalk beside the protagonist's motorcycle. A small, innocent boy excitedly points at a passing military truck (or a prominent military poster), looking up at his mother with bright, hopeful eyes. Dialogue/Text (Speech Bubble from boy): "Mom! I want to be a soldier when I grow up!" Mood: Hopeful, innocent, a stark contrast to the protagonist's inner world. Panel 3 (Bottom - Composite Panel, showing a split flashback): Content: This panel depicts a dual flashback, a direct visual response to the boy's dream. The left side of the panel shows a dark, gritty flashback of the protagonist (younger, more intense) fiercely punching a heavy sandbag in a dimly lit boxing gym. Sweat is flying. The right side shows him wildly playing drums on a dimly lit, smoky stage, hair flailing, with extreme intensity, a drumstick possibly breaking. Mood: Intense, raw, powerful, and slightly melancholic or regretful. The colors in this flashback should be darker, more muted, with strong contrast, emphasizing the lost passion or intensity compared to his current quiet life. Dialogue/Text (Thought Bubble from protagonist): "A dream, huh..." (The text should appear slightly faded, emphasizing it's an internal thought).
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a young samurai
warrior death
tyle Recommendation] Shonen battle crossover chaos. Using Naruto (Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha) and Demon Slayer (Muzan Kibutsuji, Kokushibo, Doma, Akaza). Using Japanese/Korean Webtoon coloring, popular full-color style. [Scene 1] [Layout] Diagonal split panels inside the block. Top-left shows Naruto hyped, bottom-right shows Sasuke annoyed. A small overlay panel cuts across showing grocery items. [Characters] Naruto Uzumaki (energetic, orange hoodie casual fit), Sasuke Uchiha (dark outfit, tired expression) [Dialogue] Naruto: "Bro we NEED ramen, don’t mess this up." Sasuke: "We’re buying groceries, not saving the world." Narration: "A peaceful mission… for once." [Scene 2] [Layout] Frame-breaking panel where Naruto leans out of the border holding bags. Background panels stacked unevenly showing checkout and walking out. [Characters] Naruto, Sasuke [Dialogue] Naruto: "We actually did it. No fights, no drama." Sasuke: "Don’t jinx it." Narration: "They jinxed it." [Scene 3] [Layout] Sharp triangular panel cuts. Center panel is Muzan standing still, with smaller angled panels around showing Kokushibo, Doma, and Akaza. [Characters] Muzan Kibutsuji (calm menace), Kokushibo (six eyes glowing), Doma (smiling creep), Akaza (battle-ready), Naruto, Sasuke [Dialogue] Muzan: "You two… you don’t belong here." Akaza: "Finally, strong opponents." Naruto: "Man we just bought groceries…" Sasuke: "This is why I hate leaving the house." [Scene 4] [Layout] Explosive overlapping panels. Big central impact panel with smaller fragments showing demons getting wrecked. [Characters] Naruto (chakra aura), Sasuke (Sharingan active), demons defeated [Dialogue] Naruto: "Shadow Clone Barrage!" Sasuke: "Amaterasu." Narration: "Fight lasted… barely a minute." Naruto: "Anyway… cookout?" Sasuke: "Yeah. Before something else shows up." [Closing] So… you want me to turn this into an actual comic now or are we just mentally torturing grocery
Scene 1: The Return Wide panel: Team 0 walks through the village gates at dusk. The sky is orange, the air tense. Villagers glance at them with awe and unease. Narration box: After surviving the Riftborn encounter, Team 0 returns — changed. Jaden (arms crossed, Byakugan deactivated): “Tch. That wasn’t a C-rank mission.” Isaiah (low voice, eyes scanning rooftops): “They sent us out there on purpose.” Shawn (mask cracked, cloak torn): “They wanted to see what we’d become.” Scene 2: Hokage’s Office Interior panel: The Hokage stands at the window, arms behind his back. Kuroda leans against the wall, arms folded. Hokage: “You faced a Riftborn. And lived.” Kuroda: “They didn’t just survive. They adapted.” Cut to close-up of Shawn’s eye — the 1-Tomoe Hoshigan spinning slowly. Hokage: “Then it’s time.” Scene 3: Graduation Ceremony Wide panel: The academy courtyard is filled with students. Team 0 stands apart — Shawn masked, Jaden with his one-sleeve shirt and spiked hair, Isaiah with his fur collar and dreadlocks. Headmaster (announcing): “Shawn. Jaden. Isaiah. Step forward.” Close-up: The Hokage ties a headband around Shawn’s forehead. Hokage (softly): “You’re no longer students. You’re shinobi.” Scene 4: Private Moment — Rooftop Night panel: Shawn sits on a rooftop, mask off, staring at the stars. His Hoshigan glows faintly. Shawn (thinking): “This eye… it’s not just power. It’s a key.” Scene 5: Training Grounds — Jaden Action panel: Jaden trains alone, sweat flying as he strikes a wooden post. His Byakugan activates mid-strike. Jaden (gritting teeth): “If I’m gonna protect them… I need more.” Scene 6: Isaiah’s Reflection Interior panel: Isaiah stands before a mirror. His reflection flickers — for a moment, it’s not him. It’s… something else. Isaiah (quietly): “What am I becoming?” Scene 7: The Riftborn Watch Dark chamber panel: The masked Riftborn cultist watches a projection of Team 0. Cultist: “The Hoshigan awakens. The Mutation stabilizes. The Byakugan adapts.” A voice from the shadows replies: Unknown Voice: “Let them grow. When the seal breaks… they’ll remember who they were.” Scene 8: Final Panel — Team 0 Full-page spread: Team 0 stands on a cliff at dawn, headbands gleaming, eyes forward. Narration box: They were forged in shadow. Tempered by truth. And now… they’re ready to face the Rift.
CyberWolf — Series Story Description In a world where advanced technology and hidden powers collide, a young man named Tori Mack wakes up in a laboratory with no memories… and a body that is no longer fully human. Half of him has been transformed into a powerful cybernetic weapon. His right side is no longer flesh, but steel, circuits, and claws. Stronger. Faster. Deadlier. Rescued and watched over by a mysterious older man named Ein Tucker, Tori learns that he survived a disaster no human should have lived through. But the truth is far darker than he realizes. As Tori struggles to understand what he has become, strange dreams of wolves begin to haunt him. At the same time, dangerous forces move in the shadows—people who know exactly what he is… and want him back. Ein, once a legendary assassin with powerful spell-casting abilities, now walks a different path after learning his entire life was built on manipulation and lies. He becomes Tori’s mentor, training him not only to fight, but to survive in a world that sees him as a weapon, not a person. Together, they are pulled into a hidden war involving experiments, corrupted organizations, and creatures that blur the line between machine and monster. Tori must discover: Who turned him into CyberWolf… Why he was chosen… And whether he is still human — or something far more dangerous. CyberWolf is a dark sci-fi action manga about identity, revenge, power, and what it truly means to keep your humanity in a world that wants to turn you into a weapon.
CyberWolf — Series Story Description In a world where advanced technology and hidden powers collide, a young man named Tori Mack wakes up in a laboratory with no memories… and a body that is no longer fully human. Half of him has been transformed into a powerful cybernetic weapon. His right side is no longer flesh, but steel, circuits, and claws. Stronger. Faster. Deadlier. Rescued and watched over by a mysterious older man named Ein Tucker, Tori learns that he survived a disaster no human should have lived through. But the truth is far darker than he realizes. As Tori struggles to understand what he has become, strange dreams of wolves begin to haunt him. At the same time, dangerous forces move in the shadows—people who know exactly what he is… and want him back. Ein, once a legendary assassin with powerful spell-casting abilities, now walks a different path after learning his entire life was built on manipulation and lies. He becomes Tori’s mentor, training him not only to fight, but to survive in a world that sees him as a weapon, not a person. Together, they are pulled into a hidden war involving experiments, corrupted organizations, and creatures that blur the line between machine and monster. Tori must discover: Who turned him into CyberWolf… Why he was chosen… And whether he is still human — or something far more dangerous. CyberWolf is a dark sci-fi action manga about identity, revenge, power, and what it truly means to keep your humanity in a world that wants to turn you into a weapon.
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