Red Headband Manga

Aiko spends her days working between two jobs, one of them a small bakery filled with the scent of warmth and routine. It’s there that she meets Kaito—a quiet boy who becomes a regular customer, always ordering the same thing, always lingering just a little longer than necessary. What Aiko doesn’t realize is that, somewhere between shared smiles and late-afternoon conversations, Kaito has fallen in love with her.
Aiko’s heart, however, remains tied to Ren, her childhood friend. Even as Ren grows distant and emotionally unavailable, she continues to chase the comfort of what they once were, unaware of how much she is losing by holding on.
Mina watches from the sidelines, as she corrupts Ren’s mind even more only loving him for his money isolating him from all his friends and making him hurt aiko.
Kaito stays silent, offering kindness without expectation, choosing patience over confession. He listens when Aiko talks about Ren. He smiles even when her pain has nothing to do with him. And each day, as he leaves the bakery, he carries his unreturned love with him.
Four hearts move in the wrong directions, bound by timing, silence, and fear. In a world where everyone is loving someone who cannot love them back, happiness feels impossibly far away.
A bittersweet manga about quiet devotion, missed chances, and the kind of love that exists even when it is never chosen.

6 hours of sleep. 8 hours at the workplace. average mood was neutral. read a book. no social activities. skipped lunch. no workout.

Shounen manga, near-future. 1 panel only.
Panel 2: Interior of a massive, high-tech exam hall of Arcadia Sovereign Academy. Dozens of rows of desks with students sitting and taking a written exam. Overhead lights and digital clocks add a tense atmosphere. Focus on three students:
– Kanzaki Reo in the middle, relaxed, leaning back slightly with his pen down, already finished early, a small confident smirk on his face.
– To one side, Kurozawa Rika, short black hair and glasses, sitting straight with a serious expression, calmly answering questions.
– To the other side, Sakurai Hina, shy-looking girl with short brown hair and a hair clip, sweating and nervously gripping her pen, clearly stressed.
Caption at top: “Arcadia Sovereign Academy – Entrance Exam, Stage 1: Written Test.”
Small thought bubble for Reo: “So this is how they pick future rulers… interesting.”
Clean shounen lineart, same visual style as previous panel.

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.”
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The Girl Who Could See Feelings

In a world that looks completely normal, a quiet girl lives with a strange ability—she can see human emotions as physical creatures attached to people. Anger burns like restless fire beasts, sadness clings as heavy shadow figures, and happiness flutters like soft glowing birds. Because of this, she keeps her distance from everyone, overwhelmed by the chaos of emotions around her. One day, she notices a boy walking through the crowd with nothing attached to him—no creature, no emotion, just emptiness. Drawn by curiosity and unease, she starts observing him, only to realize that his emotions are not gone but deeply suppressed, locked away somewhere inside him. As she slowly gets closer, cracks begin to form, and the hidden emotions start emerging violently, threatening to consume him. Now she must decide whether to step back like always or stay and face the storm she can clearly see but he cannot.

🕰️ You Owe the Clock

A girl struggling with regret and missed chances discovers that she can ask for more time—extra moments to fix mistakes, redo conversations, and change outcomes. At first, it feels like a miracle, as everything begins to go her way. But soon, she starts noticing strange things: clocks around her begin to glitch, shadows stretch unnaturally, and certain moments feel… stolen. She eventually meets a boy who seems detached from time itself, someone who knows exactly what she’s experiencing. He reveals the truth—time is never given freely; it is borrowed from their own future. Every extra second she gains now is a piece of her life being taken away later. As the world around them begins to distort and their existence slowly weakens, they realize they are both trapped in a system where time itself demands repayment. The more they try to fix their lives, the closer they move toward losing them entirely.

🧠 The Space Between Us

Two strangers begin experiencing the same strange phenomenon: at random moments, reality around them shifts into a surreal, silent dimension where the world feels incomplete, like a broken version of itself. In this space, they meet each other long before they ever meet in real life. At first, they think it’s just a dream, but the consistency of these encounters proves otherwise. As their connection deepens, they begin to depend on this shared world—one sees it as an escape from reality, while the other fears it is slowly replacing it. When they finally meet in the real world, things don’t align the way they should. One of them feels real, grounded, and present… while the other seems slightly out of place, like they belong more to the other dimension. As the boundaries between worlds begin to blur, the terrifying possibility emerges: what if only one of them truly exists, and the other is just a creation of the space between?

🪞 The Reflection That Stayed

A girl living a quiet, emotionally restrained life begins to notice small changes in her reflection—it lingers a second too long, moves slightly out of sync, and sometimes watches her instead of copying her. At first, she ignores it, assuming it’s just her imagination, but the reflection grows bolder. One day, it doesn’t follow her movement at all. Soon after, she starts seeing it outside the mirror, walking in places she hasn’t been, interacting with people she avoids. Slowly, people around her begin responding more to this version of her than to her real self. The reflection is everything she is not—confident, expressive, and unafraid. As her own presence begins to feel weaker and less noticeable, she realizes that the reflection isn’t just copying her life—it is replacing her. The truth becomes clear: the reflection is the version of herself she buried long ago, now breaking free and taking the life she was too afraid to live.

🌑 The Boy Without Light

In a world where every person is accompanied by a shadow that subtly moves and reacts on its own, a girl begins to notice something unusual—her own shadow is behaving differently. It lags behind, stretches unnaturally, and sometimes moves without her. One day, it leads her toward a boy who has no shadow at all. His presence feels incomplete, almost unnatural, as if something essential is missing. As she continues to encounter him, shadows around the city begin to disappear, leaving people strangely hollow and disconnected. Her own shadow grows more independent, almost protective, as if trying to warn her. Eventually, she uncovers the hidden truth: shadows are not just reflections—they are fragments of identity, slowly being taken by something unseen. The boy without a shadow may not be a victim… but the cause. Now she must decide whether to trust him or follow the silent warnings of the only part of herself that sees the truth—her shadow.

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.

🎬 PAINEL 01 — Skyline de Seul ao amanhecer

VISUAL: Painel panorâmico, full-width. Vista aérea de Seul às 7h da manhã. Prédios espelhados, sol nascente em laranja e rosa. No centro, um arranha-céu com o logotipo NEXORA em azul neon.

NARRAÇÃO (caixa no topo, letra delicada): "Seul, 7h da manhã. Em algum lugar nessa cidade, alguém está prestes a cometer um erro muito, muito caro."
✦ SFX: sons de trânsito matinal, pombos

🎬 PAINEL 02 — Interior do arranha-céu — Lobby da NEXORA

VISUAL: Lobby minimalista, todo branco e vidro. Funcionários bem vestidos cruzam o espaço em ritmo apressado. No centro, um painel com os dizeres: "NEXORA — Engineering the Future."

ÂNGULO: Close no relógio digital na parede: 07:58.

NARRAÇÃO: "A NEXORA é a startup de tecnologia mais bem avaliada do país pelo terceiro ano consecutivo. Graças a um único homem."

🎬 PAINEL 03 — Close em Han Joon-seo — Grande impacto visual

VISUAL: Painel de impacto alto. Joon-seo entra pelo lobby em câmera lenta visual. Terno preto imaculado, expressão neutra, xícara de café na mão. Os funcionários ao redor se endireitam discretamente quando ele passa.

ÂNGULO: Low-angle shot, fazendo-o parecer monumental. Foco desfocado nos funcionários ao fundo.

NARRAÇÃO: "Han Joon-seo. 30 anos. CEO. QI 147. Zero tolerância para incompetência — ou para pessoas que chegam atrasadas."
✦ SFX: silêncio dramático, trilha sonora de fundo que soa épica

🎬 PAINEL 04 — CORTE — Rua externa, 08:01

VISUAL: Painel CÔMICO de contraste. Yeon Mirae correndo desesperadamente na rua, mochila saltitando nas costas, cabelo desgrenhado, fone de ouvido no pescoço, bagel na boca.

EXPRESSÃO MIRAE: Pânico total, olhos arregalados, bochechas vermelhas.

BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO (forma irregular, letra caótica): "Primeiro dia. PRIMEIRO DIA. Por que — por que eu dormi? Por que o alarme não tocou? Por que eu existi?"
✦ SFX: FWOOSH — barulho de corrida frenética

LEGENDA DE TEMPO: 08:01 — Reunião de onboarding: 08:00

🎬 PAINEL 05 — Entrada do prédio — Yeon Mirae vs. porta giratória

VISUAL: Mirae empurra a porta giratória com força demais, tropeça, e entra no lobby em total desequilíbrio. Os funcionários ao redor olham. Ela se endireita fingindo que foi intencional.

MIRAE: "Bom dia a todos! Tudo... tudo normal aqui."

REAÇÃO DE FUNDO: Funcionário A sussurra para o Funcionário B: "...ela tropeçou na porta giratória."
✦ SFX: BANG — porta batendo
📝 Nota: Expressão de Mirae: sorriso forçado de 'não aconteceu nada'

🎬 PAINEL 06 — Frente ao elevador — O grande erro

VISUAL: Mirae corre em direção ao elevador. Dois elevadores: um com placa dourada discreta "CEO" (pequena, que ela ignora), outro normal. Ela aperta o botão do elevador CEO sem ler.

BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO: "Décimo andar, décimo andar, décimo andar—"

VISUAL: As portas se abrem. Dentro: Han Joon-seo, sozinho, olhando o celular.

EXPRESSÃO JOON-SEO: Sobrancelha levemente erguida. Não está acostumado com pessoas neste elevador.

🎬 PAINEL 07 — DENTRO DO ELEVADOR — A catástrofe do café

VISUAL: Mirae entra correndo, freando em último segundo. Mas a inércia faz o café dela — que ela não percebeu que estava segurando — voar em arco perfeito.

PAINEL CÂMERA LENTA (efeito visual): O café em slow-motion no ar. Expressão de horror de Mirae. Expressão de incredulidade de Joon-seo. O café pousa no peito do terno dele.
✦ SFX: SPLASH — barulho exagerado de líquido

EXPRESSÃO JOON-SEO: Congelado. Olha para o café no terno. Olha para Mirae. Temperatura da sala cai 10 graus.
EXPRESSÃO MIRAE: Branca como papel. Fone de ouvido ainda tocando — trilha sonora inapropriadamente animada vaza pelo fone.

🎬 PAINEL 08 — Reação — O silêncio mais longo da história

VISUAL: Painel estreito e alto: apenas os olhos de Joon-seo, olhando para baixo para a mancha. Depois os olhos de Mirae, olhando para cima para ele. Silêncio visual pesado.

ÂNGULO: Alternância de close nos rostos, como um duelo de faroeste.

MIRAE: "Eu... eu sou muito boa em consertar situações. Isso aqui... definitivamente não é uma delas."

🎬 PAINEL 09 — A cena cômica — Mirae tenta resolver

VISUAL: Mirae tira o cachecol da mochila e tenta tampar a mancha no terno de Joon-seo. Ele a para com uma mão, expressão indescritível — entre irritação e fascinação involuntária.

JOON-SEO: "O que exatamente você está fazendo?"
MIRAE: "Solução criativa de problemas! Aprendi num TED Talk."
JOON-SEO: "Pare."
MIRAE: "Parado."

BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO DE MIRAE: "Ele está com raiva? Parece com raiva. Isso é a cara dele de raiva ou a cara dele de sempre? Homem difícil de ler."

🎬 PAINEL 10 — Mirae ainda sem saber quem ele é

VISUAL: Mirae ajeita a mochila, faz respiração funda, e decide adotar postura profissional. Joon-seo a observa como se fosse um fenômeno meteorológico inexplicável.

MIRAE: "Olha, sinto muito pelo terno. Mas, honestamente? Você deveria soltar mais. Você tem cara de chefe que estressa a equipe."

EXPRESSÃO JOON-SEO: Pisca. Não processou direito.

JOON-SEO: "Perdão?"
MIRAE: "Liderança rígida demais cria ambiente tóxico. Li o relatório de clima organizacional da empresa semana passada — nota 6.2 de 10. Não é ótimo."

BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO DE JOON-SEO: "Ela... leu o relatório de clima?"

🎬 PAINEL 11 — Chegada ao andar — A revelação

VISUAL: Elevador abre no andar executivo. Park Siwon está esperando com agenda na mão. Seus olhos vão de Joon-seo (terno manchado) para Mirae (cara de quem não sabe onde está) e de volta.

EXPRESSÃO SIWON: Máscara profissional perfeita, mas os olhos dizem "o que aconteceu aqui?"

SIWON: "Bom dia, Sr. Han. Sua primeira reunião em cinco minutos."

MIRAE — olha a placa do andar: ANDAR EXECUTIVO — DIRETORIA.

MIRAE — olha para Joon-seo.
MIRAE — olha para Siwon. Que discretamente aponta para Joon-seo e forma com a boca: "CEO."

EXPRESSÃO MIRAE: Colapso interno silencioso. Sorriso externo fixo no rosto como pintura.
✦ SFX: som interno de sirenes de emergência

🎬 PAINEL 12 — O final do capítulo — Cena de impacto

VISUAL: Joon-seo já caminhou alguns passos em direção à sala. Vira levemente o rosto sobre o ombro para Mirae.

JOON-SEO: "Nota 6.2. Eu sei. Por isso contratei novos desenvolvedores."

PAUSA VISUAL: Close no canto dos lábios de Joon-seo. Quase — quase — um sorriso.

JOON-SEO: "Bem-vinda à NEXORA, Yeon Mirae."

MIRAE — boquiaberta.
MIRAE: "Como você sabe meu nome?"
JOON-SEO: "Eu contratei você."

ÚLTIMO PAINEL — full width: Mirae parada no corredor, Joon-seo desaparecendo pela porta da sala executiva. Siwon ao lado dela, oferecendo discretamente um guardanapo para o café que pingou no sapato dela.

SIWON: "Posso te indicar o caminho para o décimo andar?"
MIRAE: "...por favor."

Esta historieta muestra cómo unos niños aprenden la importancia de cuidar el agua. Todo empieza en el salón, donde la maestra explica que el agua es muy importante. Pero en el baño aparece el villano, “El Abre-Llaves”, quien deja la llave abierta y desperdicia el agua.

Pronto empiezan las consecuencias: el lavabo se desborda, el piso se moja y hasta el propio villano se resbala. Además, imaginan que una planta se queda sin agua y que podría no haber agua para tomar. Entonces los niños se transforman en superhéroes y actúan para cerrar la llave y reutilizar el agua.

Al final, el villano entiende su error, aprende a cuidar el agua y se une a ellos. La historia enseña que desperdiciar el agua trae consecuencias y que cada gotita cuenta. 💧✨

A wide establishing shot in manga style (black and white).

A modern magical academy campus seen from a distance. The building has futuristic architecture mixed with fantasy elements, large glass structures, clean geometric design, and subtle magical symbols integrated into the walls.

The scene feels serious and cinematic. The sky is cloudy and dramatic, creating a mysterious atmosphere. Small silhouettes of students can be seen walking in the distance to show scale.

Drawn in simple manga line art, clean ink lines, minimal shading, not overly detailed, easy-to-read composition.

Camera angle: wide shot from slightly below, making the academy look powerful and important.

Mood: calm, mysterious, cinematic opening scene.

Shounen manga, near-future. 1 panel only.
Panel 1: Wide cinematic shot of Arcadia Sovereign Academy, a gigantic ultra-modern school complex on an artificial island at sunrise. Sleek towers, bridges, and a huge exam building, with crowds of nervous teenagers in school uniforms lining up outside for the entrance exam. In the foreground, one boy stands out: Kanzaki Reo, a confident first-year candidate with messy dark-gold hair and sharp amber eyes, hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and slightly amused while everyone else looks tense. Big caption at the top: “Arcadia Sovereign Academy – where future rulers are chosen.” Manga style, clean shounen lineart, high contrast, dynamic composition.

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

Against the backdrop of old England, Charles Dickens stands on the street and talk abouy himself, and this is what he says: I was a famous English writer. I was born in 1812 in Portsmouth, England. My family was poor, and my childhood was difficult. When I was only twelve years old, I had to work in a factory to help support my family.
This difficult experience greatly influenced my life and work. I saw how difficult life was for poor people, especially children. Later, I began writing stories about the real social problems of my time.
I loved reading and learning. I believed that books could change people and make society a kinder place. In my novels, I showed the difference between good and evil, kindness and cruelty.
My most famous works include "Oliver Twist," "A Christmas Carol," "David Copperfield," and "Great Expectations." My stories are full of emotion, strong characters, and important life lessons.
My books are still popular today. People all over the world read my stories for pleasure and inspiration.

Crossfire Hearts follows Riku Hayase, a talented but emotionally burnt‑out FPS player, and Miyu Aoyama, a gentle, isolated girl who finds comfort in MMORPGs. Their worlds collide when they meet inside Eternal Realms, where Riku plays as the swift, deadly ranger Crossfire, and Miyu plays as the luminous healer LunaVale. What begins as a simple dungeon run slowly becomes a bond neither expected.
As they grow closer, their in‑game partnership becomes a lifeline for both of them. Riku rediscovers joy after competitive burnout, while Miyu finds someone who listens, understands, and never judges her. Their first real‑life meeting is awkward, sweet, and life‑changing — the moment their online connection becomes something real.
But their relationship is tested by Obsidian Crown, a rival guild led by the cold strategist Blackthorn and the obsessive assassin NightReaver, who fixates on Miyu and targets Riku out of jealousy. Guild wars, PvP duels, and server‑wide conflicts push Riku and Miyu to fight side by side, strengthening their bond even as real‑life pressures mount.
Miyu’s strict home life becomes the greatest obstacle. Her mother disapproves of gaming, isolates her, and eventually cuts her off entirely. The emotional distance nearly breaks them — Miyu feels trapped, Riku feels helpless, and their worlds begin to drift apart. But they refuse to let go. Riku confronts her mother, Miyu stands up for herself, and their friends rally around them.
The final arc brings everything full circle: Riku competes in the world esports championship while Moonlight Vanguard races Obsidian Crown to defeat the expansion’s final raid boss, the Eclipse Sovereign. Both battles mirror each other — pressure, teamwork, trust, and the fear of losing what matters most.
Riku wins the championship.
Moonlight Vanguard clears the raid first.
And in front of a roaring crowd, Riku and Miyu finally confess their love openly — not as Crossfire and LunaVale, but as themselves.
The story ends years later, with the two living together, still gaming side by side, still partners in every world they share.

Role / Style Instruction (keep at top):
You are a professional black-and-white manga artist illustrating a finished manga page. Follow panel composition, camera direction, tone, and pacing exactly. Do not redesign characters or alter story content.

PAGE GOAL

Establish a calm fantasy village where magic is ordinary, subtly introduce social distance around the main character, and clearly define his relaxed, grounded personality. The page should feel warm and normal, with an underlying sense of quiet separation.

PAGE LAYOUT

One large horizontal establishing panel at the top

Two stacked panels beneath it

Clean gutters

Natural left-to-right reading flow

No extreme angles, no dramatic effects

PANEL 1 — ESTABLISHING THE WORLD

Wide village street in the morning. Warm light. Lived-in fantasy environment.

Show everyday magic, treated as routine:

A baker flicks a small controlled flame from his fingertip like striking a match

Water floats smoothly into jars, shaping itself gently

A woman calmly pulls glowing thread from thin air; it spins briefly before wrapping neatly onto a spool

No one reacts to the magic. This is normal life.

Dialogue placement (light, unobtrusive):
Villager 1: “Morning already? Wind’s lively today.”
Villager 2 (smiling): “Better than yesterday. Fire mage nearly burned the stall again.”

Magic should feel subtle and practical, not flashy.

PANEL 2 — THE WATCHING EYES

Kaisen Lorenin walks down the street with dual swords crossed on his back. He is centered, walking calmly.

Villagers are half-hidden:

Faces peeking from doorways and windows

Eyes visible before mouths

Whispering posture

Composition should isolate Kaisen within the crowd.

Dialogue (small, quiet speech bubbles):
Villager 3 (whispering): “That’s Lorenin’s boy.”
Villager 4: “He got time magic, right?”
Villager 3: “…Yeah. Something like that.”

PANEL 3 — KAISEN’S RESPONSE

Close-medium, three-quarter view of Kaisen.

Relaxed posture

Genuine, casual smile

Small wave

No visible magic

Clean background with fewer villagers

This panel belongs entirely to him.

Dialogue:
Kaisen: “Morning.”

CHARACTER NOTES (DO NOT ALTER)

Kaisen Lorenin: calm, approachable, grounded, no visible magic use

Dual swords on his back at all times

No dramatic expressions yet

TONE & STYLE

Black and white manga style

Clean linework

Minimal effects

Subtle shading

Realistic proportions

Calm pacing

Magic integrated into daily life

IMPORTANT CONSTRAINTS

Do NOT add extra characters

Do NOT change dialogue

Do NOT add dramatic magic effects

Do NOT make villagers openly hostile

Do NOT change panel layout

This page should feel peaceful, normal, and quietly distant.

Title: Revy’s Black Market

Genre: Cyberpunk, Tech-Noir, Dystopian, Underground Economy
Tone: Dark, intelligent, rebellious, futuristic
Style: High-contrast black & white manga with neon cyberpunk accents, glitch effects, holographic UI overlays

WORLD SETTING

The story takes place in Vybz Land, a massive futuristic megacity where technology evolves daily, but access to innovation is controlled by powerful corporations and elites.
In this world, early access equals power, and being late means being left behind forever.

The city is filled with:

Neon skyscrapers

Surveillance drones

Digital billboards

Crowded lower districts where people struggle to keep up with the future

Hidden beneath this system is an underground network known only as Revy’s Black Market (RBM).

THE BLACK MARKET (RBM)

RBM is not a physical place — it is a digital gateway.
Access is earned, not sold.

RBM offers:

Early access to emerging technology

Secret deals before public release

Presales and limited drops

AI tools, mobility tech, robotics, and Web3 platforms

RBM doesn’t steal technology — it redistributes access and timing.

MAIN CHARACTER — REVY

Revy is the mysterious overseer of RBM.

Appearance:

Androgynous cyberpunk figure

Long dark coat with glowing circuit patterns

One eye enhanced with a digital interface

Calm expression, always observing

Personality:

Highly intelligent

Emotionally controlled

Speaks in short, powerful lines

Never explains everything

Revy believes the future should reward curiosity, not wealth.

STORY SUMMARY
CHAPTER 1 — Access Denied

A young citizen in Vybz Land watches others advance while he is left behind by expensive technology.
He sees advertisements for innovation he cannot afford.
On a dark alley wall, a glowing symbol appears:

“The future isn’t sold. It’s accessed.”

CHAPTER 2 — The Gate

The symbol leads to RBM.
A digital interface appears asking for identity verification.
When access is granted, Revy appears as a hologram.

Revy says:

“You don’t buy the future.
You arrive before it’s expensive.”

CHAPTER 3 — Deals Are Power

Users of RBM begin gaining advantages:

Smarter tools

Faster mobility

Better opportunities

Corporations notice something is wrong.
Someone is disrupting their control.

CHAPTER 4 — The Underground Rises

RBM grows.
More people gain access.
The elite begin hunting the source.

Revy watches from the shadows and says:

“We don’t break systems.
We expose their timing.”

CORE THEMES

Access vs privilege

Technology as power

Freedom through information

The underground economy of the future

FINAL MESSAGE

RBM is not a store.
It is a gateway.

Tagline for final page:

“Welcome to Revy’s Black Market — where the future is traded early.”

$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.$

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."

The neon sign above the trailer buzzed with the irritable hum of a dying insect. It read Ground support, thought the 'U' in ground was flickering out, Leaving the company to announce itself as Grond Support. It fit the aesthetic of the surrounding yard, which was a graveyard of rust excavators, Coils of orange conduit and piles of gravel that looked like forgotten burial mounds. Alex Barry stood at the Chain-link gate, the dust of three state lines coating his black cowboy boots. He was twenty-one, but the shadows under his eyes belonged to a man twice his age. He ran a hand through his short, cropped black hair, wincing as his shirt sleeve rode up. The ink on his forearm, a jagged tribal design he'd gotten in a basement parlor in New Mexico. Hidden again as he yanked the fabric down. He wasn't dealing today, He wasn't running packages. He was trying to vanish and the best place to disappear was beneath the earth.
He pushed open the door to the office trailer. The air conditioning hit him like a physical blow, smelling of stale coffee and toner. “We aren’t buying whatever your selling, kid.” a voice rasped from behind a desk that looked more like a barricade of paperwork. Shane, the owner sat there like a toad on a lily pad. Squeezed into a polo shirt so tight and pristine white that it looked like it had been painted onto his soft, round torso. He didn't look up from his spreadsheet, his pen tapping a frantic rhythm. “I'm not selling,” Alex said his voice rough from days of silence. “I'm looking for work. Sign out front says you need laborers.” Shane finally looked up his eyes narrowing as they swept over Alex. He took in the dust, the nervous energy the way Alex stood with his weight on his back foot, ready to bolt. “I need laborers, Not liabilities. You got a rap sheet? You look like you got a rap sheet. I don't pay for insurance risks.” Alex clenched his jaw. “I work hard. I don't ask questions. That's my resume.” Shane waved his hand. “Get lost,” Returning to his papers. “Go peddle your drama somewhere else. This is a respectable establishment.
Alex turned to leave, his hand gripping the doorknob. It was the same old story. The world saw the grim on him and assumed he was trash. He was about to step back out into the scorching heat when the light in the doorway was suddenly eclipsed. A mountain of a man blocked the exit. This was steel At forty-four, he was a wall of muscle and scar tissue, wearing biker boots that clunked heavily against the cheap linoleum. He had to duck to enter the trailer, his presence immediately sucking the oxygen out of the room. He smelled of diesel and wet earth. Steel looked down at Alex. It wasn't a glare, It was an inspection. He looked at Alex's face, then down to the dusty cowboy boots. “Nice boots,” Steel rumbled. His voice sounded like gravel tumbling inside a cement mixer. Alex didn't flinch “They walk fine.” Steel smirked, a terrifying expression that somehow reached his eyes, He looked past Alex to the man at the desk. “Hire him, Shane.” Shane sputtered, his face turning a shade of indignity pink. “Steel, look at him! Hes a stray. Probably steal the copper wire first chance he gets.” Steel steps closer to the desk. “Kid wears boots like that, he ain't running from work,” Steel said just as another figure steps inside. If steel was a mountain, Mathew was the sapling growing on the cliff edge. The Nineteen Year old squeezed past Steel. Carrying a hydraulic pump over his shoulder with effortless, wiry strength. Long blond hair flowed out from under a hardhat that had been modified with a wide brim, making it like a plastic Stetson. “Morning, Shane! Morning, Steel!” Mathew chirped