Robot Protagonist Manga

in the school, today is the opening day, the small guy is new here, introduced by the teacher of the class, he is cute but also shy and introverted. he hopes to have new friends here."Ha-hi, ma-my name is Buchi, I am new here, nice to meet you all...", he said shyly and reluctantly, eberyone seems to be k with this new guy, except one guy in the back of the class room. his name is Hirata, everyone knows he is a big bully type of guy in this school, and nobody wants to be with him, and he surrisingly noticed Buchi the new small cute guy. but he is super manly and look scary. there is no seat in the room left except the next to Hirata so the teacher told Buchi to be friends with Hirata. so Buchi slowly walks to the empty seat where Hirata is sitting. he sits down, and greets Hirata and asked for his name."Hi, I am Buchi, and you are...". Hirata gave the athetic subtle smirk on his face with the silence at first. and then he just said intimidatingly: "Hirata.", with the look that he gave Buchi the pathetic look subtly telling that he is going to do a ot of bad things to him in his mind, and Buchi is just sitting there, feeing intimidated and said:"na-nice to meet you, Hirata..." and hirata just kept staring at Buchi while Buchi is trying to not make any eye contact with his intiidating look
kaki is a human vampire hybridKaki is eating sweet at the sweet shop sitting on the side of the shop by the foot path. a little boy picks his coat pocket and takes his money purse. A disembodied voice is heard only by kaki saying, “the child has taken your money. Are you not going to do anything about it?” Kaki says in a low volume voice, “ I know…but im not done eating this delicious (sweet)” After finishing off his plate, kaki pays the shop keeper with money from his other pocket and walks in the direction the child took
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.
a human girl named Viola wanders through a portal and ends up in this place known as Green Heart City. she looks around in shock seeing all the different types of beings
Okay, so today started like any normal day, but I should’ve known something bad was about to happen. First off, I woke up late (again). My mom had to knock on my door at least 15 times before I actually opened my eyes. I think she was trying to wake up a sloth because I was moving that slowly. But the real problem wasn’t the time—it was the whole "getting out of bed" thing. My blanket was so comfy I almost became one with it. After finally stumbling out of bed, I went to the bathroom. That’s when I realized my mistake: I didn’t check the toilet paper. The roll was empty. EMPTY! I swear, the bathroom was mocking me, with the empty roll staring me down like a villain in a superhero movie. You know how there are always those three pieces of toilet paper left on the roll that no one can ever seem to use properly? Yeah, well, I thought I could manage it, but nope. It was like trying to write a letter with a pencil that’s too short to hold. Useless. So, I had to make a mad dash to the kitchen to grab a paper towel, looking like I was auditioning for the Olympics in the "running awkwardly with pants half on" category. When I finally came out of the bathroom, I was greeted by my little brother, Sam, who was eating cereal like a monster. I mean, he was literally slurping it like he was trying to suck up a swimming pool. "What’s up, Darek? You look like you just saw a ghost," he said, which is hilarious coming from a kid who still wears dinosaur pajamas at age 9. By the time I made it to the kitchen, my mom was in full “mom mode,” yelling about me being late again. "Why do I always have to remind you, Darek?" she sighed dramatically, as if I was the first teenager in history to ever run behind schedule. I tried to explain that my shoes had mysteriously disappeared, but she wasn’t buying it. I’m pretty sure my dog, Muffin, ate them. She's a good dog, but she has no respect for footwear. Anyway, after my mom finally let me off the hook, I thought I was in the clear. But then came the bus. The bus. I don’t know how, but I somehow managed to trip over the front step and faceplant in front of half the school. I swear, it was like I was in some kind of bad TV show where embarrassing things happen every five minutes. As if that wasn’t bad enough, when I got to school, I realized that I’d forgotten my lunch. Again. So now, I had to survive on cafeteria mystery meat, which I’m pretty sure is made of recycled socks and disappointment. But don’t worry, things get better. I’m pretty sure.
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.
it needs to be in color Cinder practiced until her muscles screamed. New flips. Higher jumps. More fire. She pushed herself until she collapsed, panting, ears ringing. It didn’t matter. The crowds kept shrinking. The other performers stopped meeting her eyes. The vendors no longer offered her treats. The strongman walked past her without a word. She was invisible. One night, she overheard the Ringmaster talking outside her wagon. "The new performer arrives next week. Finally, we’ll have a real star again." "What about Cinder?" someone asked. "What about her? She’s done. Once the new act is settled, she’s out." Cinder pressed her back against the wall of her wagon, heart pounding. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Out. Replaceable. Done. She looked around her "room"—if you could call it that. A cramped wagon with iron bars on the windows. A thin mattress on the floor. A cracked mirror. The door locked from the outside every night "for her safety." She’d never noticed before how much it looked like a cage.
Fat Nobleman Michael Fortinbras buys the debt of House Veroman. Thus marriage occurs between their oldest daughter Amy and Michael, against Amy's will in exchange for the debt to be cancelled. Lord Michael kisses the bride.
Ami, a curvy, 19-year old, African American girl from Chicago wakes up in a new world ruled by dungeons and dragons. This world is based off Japan's Oda era, so she wakes up in a kimono and caught between the affections of three male suitors.
Panel 1 (Wide panel – city rooftop, night) A quiet city under a dark sky. A teenage boy stands on a rooftop, hands in his pockets, wind blowing his jacket. Text (narration): Every night… the city stops breathing for five minutes. Panel 2 (Close-up – boy’s face) His eyes are tired but alert. A digital watch glows. Watch: 4:55 AM Boy (thinking): It’s almost time. Panel 3 (Street below – eerie silence) Cars frozen mid-road. A bird suspended in the air. Everything is still. Sound effect: …… Panel 4 (Medium panel – behind the boy) A girl suddenly appears behind him, holding an umbrella despite no rain. Girl: “You see it too, don’t you?” Panel 5 (Close-up – boy startled) He turns sharply, eyes wide. Boy: “You’re not frozen…” Panel 6 (Half-page style dramatic panel) The sky begins to glow faintly. Time feels tense. Girl (smiling slightly): “Neither are you. That’s why the city chose us.” Watch: 4:59 AM Panel 7 (Final panel – sunrise) Light floods the city. Everything moves again. The rooftop is empty. Text (narration): Tomorrow… I’ll wait again. Small text at bottom: To be continued.
A teenage boy walking on a city street, car approaching fast, shocked expression, motion blur, dramatic manga style, black & white, high tension, cinematic angle” Teen floating in darkness surrounded by swirling light, ethereal energy around him, confused expression, thought bubble: ‘Where… am I?’ manga style, black & white, mystical aura” Baby boy reborn in luxurious noble family chamber, wrapped in blanket, soft expression, parents holding him proudly, elders watching in awe, manga style, black & white, light beams from ceiling” “Close-up of baby’s face, curious wide eyes, thought bubble: ‘I… I’m small? Where am I?’ manga style, black & white, cute mischievous expression” Golden aura shining around baby’s chest and forehead, light rays from above, soft glowing effect, elders and parents amazed, manga style, black & white, cinematic lighting, divine atmosphere” Mother smiles holding baby, father stands proudly, elders whispering in background, manga style, black & white, soft shading, dialogue bubble: ‘A rare child, blessed by heaven’” Close-up of baby’s tiny smirk, mischievous eyes, looking at parents and elders, manga style, black & white, subtle humorous expression, thought bubble: ‘Heh… I wonder what fun I can have here’” Wide shot of noble chamber, sunlight streaming through windows, baby in crib, parents and elders around, soft shadows, manga style, black & white, cinematic composition” Glowing small orb or artifact on shelf near baby, faint magical aura, baby reaching toward it curiously, manga style, black & white, dynamic angle” Close-up of elder faces, surprised and worried, manga style, black & white, subtle dramatic shading, thought bubble: ‘This child… is unusual’” Tiny Qi energy pulse radiates from baby as he touches artifact, floating papers and scrolls in room, manga style, black & white, expressive energy lines, dynamic panel Wide exterior shot of noble manor, morning sunlight, heavenly rays shining down on baby chamber, soft clouds, manga style, black & white, epic cinematic feel, caption: ‘Thus begins the Mischief Heir’s story’”
Page 1 The protagonist wakes up. On the ceiling, written in messy handwriting: “DON’T FALL ASLEEP AGAIN.” He doesn’t remember writing it. Page 2 In the bathroom mirror, his face is slightly blurred. When he blinks — the reflection doesn’t. Page 3 Outside, everyone has his face. But different versions: Crying Smiling too wide Emotionless Terrified They all walk past him like nothing is wrong. Page 4 One of them stops. Leans close. Whispers: “Which one are you?” Page 5 Reality starts overlapping. Panels duplicate slightly off-center. Multiple versions of him stand in the same place. One says: “I’m the one who wanted to disappear.” Another: “I’m the one who wanted to be perfect.” Another: “I’m the one who pretends.” Page 6 He looks at his hands. They turn semi-transparent. Inside his arms, silhouettes of other “him” are screaming silently. Page 7 Everything freezes. Black background. White text: “IDENTITY DETECTED AS DEFENSE MECHANISM.” Page 8 He stands in a white void. Thousands of versions of himself surround him. They speak in unison: “You are not the original. You are a temporary arrangement.” Page 9 His body starts fragmenting into words: “I’m scared.” “I need control.” “I’m not enough.” “I don’t exist.” The words scatter like ash. Page 10 Pure white page. A tiny black dot in the center. Small text: “Consciousness rebooting.” In the bottom corner, barely visible: “Don’t fall asleep again.”
creer moi une fille aux cheveux rouge
seorang pemuda yang menyukai sejarah kembali ke masa lalu dan menemukan varian multiversenya yang berada di jaman abad pertengahan dengan nasionalitas berbeda dan menemukan jika ingin kembali diharuskan menemukan artefak legendaris dari 3 kembarannya
I about a boy o lives to play
A beautiful young woman walking in the rain through a busy city street
A young witch tries to hide from the Inquisition in a dark forest
a witch was travel around forest, when suddenly theres a snake
Panel 1 (Large Panel) Wide view of a dusty village cricket ground. Kids playing cricket with broken stumps. Text Box: "In a small village in India…" Panel 2 A teenage boy swinging a bat powerfully. Text Box: "One boy dreams bigger than anyone else." Panel 3 (Close-up) Boy smiling confidently. Dialogue: Arjun: “One day… I’ll become the greatest cricket player in the world!”
The mistress becomes a dangerous demoness
Character 1 flies up into the air suddenly, making character 2 look up in shock. character 3 jumps behind character 2, a determined look on her face.
Fais-le pour moi. Il y a deux personnages, Salman et Luke. Ils sont amis. Dans une scène, on voit un lycée. Salman et Luke discutent en classe, et soudain, ils aperçoivent un épais brouillard par la fenêtre. De ce brouillard surgit un monstre terrifiant.
Blond men staring at the castle from far away (medieval)
The walk up to the main house was short, a gravel path lined with solar lights that flickered weakly in the twilight. Steel’s property was an oasis of rural quiet, a stark contrast to the neon anxiety of the Starlight Motel. As they approached the house, the golden glow of the kitchen windows spilled out onto the porch. They wiped their boots on the mat; a ritual Steel performed with a surprising delicacy and entered. The kitchen was warm, smelling of rosemary, roasted beef, and yeast rolls. Stephanie was at the stove, stirring gray with the focus of a chemist. “He’s here,” Steel announced, Hanging his keys on a hook. Stephanie turned, wiping her hands on her white apron with a giant red A on it. “About time, Wash up Alex. Use the good soap, not that grease cutter stuff Gerald keeps by the sink.” It was then that Alex noticed they weren’t alone. Sitting at the round oak table, nursing a glass of iced tea, was a young woman. She looked up as he entered, and Alex felt his boots root to the floor. She was petite, perhaps a few inches shorter than him, with long, chestnut hair that fell in loose waves over shoulders. She wore oversized tortoise shell glasses that magnified eyes, the color of polished sapphire. She was wearing scrubs- navy blue with a stethoscope still draped casually around her neck like a scarf. “Alex,” Stephanie said, gesturing with a gravy ladle. “This is Devon. She works with me at the hospital. Devon, this is the stray Gerald brought home.” Alex could feel the heat creeping up his neck as he mumbled. “I’m not a stay, I’m an employee.” Devon smiled, and it changed her whole face, softening the intelligence in her eyes into something warmer. “Nice to meet you, Alex the Employee. Steph say’s you’re the one who saved your boss from a falling plate?”
Un jeune garçon de 12 ans qui porte un t shirt blanc et un short noir
The story is about an 8-year-old young girl who finds herself on a mysterious island and she finds that there is not alot of food and her stomach starts growling and she knew she was starting to get hungry as she knew her stomach wouldnt stop after it did its first stomach growl. So she found this tree which grows these special fruits which after she eats one of the fruits to fill her still empty tummy she finds that she was transforming into a monster of some kind as she was growing bigger and her hair was growing longer and rapidly covering her eyes plus she could feel her stomach become more toned as the transformation continued until it stopped and she noticed her new looks and body while looking in the lake near the tree that she got the fruits from. The girl now bigger would use her new body to build herself a temporary shelter within a cave where she would stay as the effects would wear off and she would slowly become younger and would eventually return to her 8-year old self with her toned stomach and longer hair being a reminder of her previous transformation.
The World's Finest Aristocrat was Reincarnated as an Assassin
yury era a reencarnação da besta mais temida, o bapihomit, algo que o próprio não sabia e sempre questiona o que acontecia quando ela se estressava muito, seu pai dizia que era devido que ele ativava a adrenalina e entrava em estado de flow, ela nunca acreditou nisso e buscou estudar isso, se formando em química
Mladý chlapec Kubko sa vyberie do Vysokých Tatier, kde objavuje vysokohorské rastlina ako kosodrevina, lomikamen, horec a plesnivec alpinsky a vysokohorske zivocichy ako svišť, kamzík a orol. Zisťuje ako je možné, že dokážu prežiť v takých podmienkach. Vieš mi vytvoriť pribeh pre ziakov 5 rocnika aby mali v komixe zahrnutu tuto temu vysokohorské rastliny a zivocichy
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.
As she walks, she stumbles over a loose stone and falls to the ground, her hair flowing around her face and her expression a mix of surprise and embarrassment.
Một ngày đẹp trời ở Kivotos, sensei đi dạo cùng với Hina, vừa đi vừa trog chuyện. “Sensei, em có điều này muốn nói.” “Điều gì vậy em?” “Về chuyện có liên quan đến Trung học Abydos.” “Abydos có chuyện gì à?’ “Hình như chuyện này cũng có Hoshino bị liên lụy.” “Hina...em có chắc không vậy?” “Em không chắc cho lắm nhưng chắc chắn có kẻ đang cố nhắm đến Abydos.” Sensei đứng trầm ngâm suy nghĩ một lúc lâu. Nhận thấy sensei như vậy. Hina nói: “Thầy đừng kể chuyện này với bất kỳ ai ở Abydos, đặc biệt là Hoshino vì nếu biết thì em ấy sẽ hành động cực kỳ nguy hiểm.” “Vậy à...” Tối hôm đó, sensei ở lại trường. Đêm ấy, trường học vắng lặng. Sensei ngồi một mình trong phòng giáo viên, ánh đèn vàng hắt xuống trang giấy trắng. Bên ngoài, gió sa mạc thổi qua khung cửa, mang theo hơi nóng khô khốc. Trong lòng Sensei, lời cảnh báo của Hina cứ vang vọng: Abydos đang bị nhắm đến… nhưng chưa rõ bởi ai. “Có lẽ mình phải giữ kín chuyện này. Các em… vẫn còn quá ngây thơ để gánh nặng này.” Sensei khẽ thở dài, tựa lưng vào ghế. Đêm trôi qua chậm chạp, như muốn thử thách sự kiên nhẫn. Rồi bình minh đến. Ánh nắng đầu ngày rọi xuống cổng trường, xua đi bóng tối của đêm qua. Sensei khoác áo, bước ra sân, và như thường lệ, lại đến lớp cùng các em học sinh Abydos. Sáng hôm sau, ánh nắng sa mạc rọi xuống cổng Abydos. Sensei bước vào, đôi giày để lại dấu hằn trên lớp cát nóng. “Sensei!” – Shiroko vẫy tay, nụ cười trong trẻo như xua tan cái nắng gắt. Serika thì cau có: “Thầy đến muộn rồi đó, em chờ mãi để hỏi bài tập.” Nonomi ôm chồng sách cao ngất, vừa đi vừa lẩm bẩm: “Hôm nay phải dọn thư viện nữa…” Ayane chỉnh lại kính, khẽ nói: “Sensei, hôm nay em có bản báo cáo muốn thầy xem.” Hoshino khoác tay sau đầu, ngáp dài: “Thầy đến rồi à… vậy thì hôm nay em sẽ nghỉ ngơi thêm chút nữa.” Sensei mỉm cười, nhìn từng gương mặt quen thuộc. Trong lòng, nỗi lo về lời Hina vẫn còn đó, nhưng trước mắt Sensei chỉ thấy một gia đình nhỏ đang cố gắng sống sót giữa sa mạc khắc nghiệt. Ngày nào cũng vậy, Sensei cùng các em đi tuần quanh trường, dạy thêm vài bài học, hoặc đơn giản chỉ ngồi nghe các em kể chuyện. Những khoảnh khắc ấy khiến Sensei cảm thấy Abydos không chỉ là một ngôi trường, mà là một nơi để bảo vệ bằng cả sinh mạng. Lại một đêm nữa sensei ở lại trường. Dường như sensei đã quá quen với việc ngủ lại ở trường thay vì đi về nhà cách trường đoạn khá xa và phải đứng rất lâu để chờ xe buýt. Nhưng đêm nay sensei cảm thấy khung cảnh có gì đó hơi khác thường mặc dù ngôi trường vẫn im lặng về đêm như cũ. Sensei mở cửa sổ phòng và nhìn lên bầu trời đêm và nhận ra trên trời không có lấy một ngôi sao nào. Semsei lúc này cảm thấy như có gì đó đang theo dõi mình từ xa dù cả Kivotos đã tắt đèn và không có lấy một bóng dáng ai trên những con đường. Sensei khẽ khép cửa sổ, nhưng ngay lúc ấy, một âm thanh nhỏ vang lên từ sân trường. Tiếng kim loại va chạm, hay tiếng bước chân rất khẽ? Sensei lặng người, tim đập nhanh hơn. “Có ai… ở đây sao?” Nhưng khi nhìn xuống, sân trường vẫn tối đen, không một bóng người. Sensei khẽ nhíu mày. Đêm nay, có gì đó thật sự khác thường.
Panel 1: Gamer at computer dies Panel 2: Baby held by queen in castle Panel 3: Young prince with magic book Panel 4: Prince summoning fire magic Panel 5: Prince fighting dragon Panel 6: Prince becomes demon king
tydasuk estaria treinando seus golpes de Taekwondo, ansioso para o próximo torneio que ira vir, usando um kimono que japoneses usam, então seu vô interfer seu treino, acalmando tydasuk e que ele precisa acreditar na própria força, então tydasuk fica aliviado, e agradece seu vô pela mensagem positiva, então seu vô diz que ira treinar junto com eles, e ambos acabam treinando juntos, para tydasuk fica mais forte para o próximo torneio
michael kaiser from bluelock with cape blowing in the wind
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
🌌 ASTRAL SOVEREIGN Episode 1 — “The Star That Fell” COLD OPEN EXT. NIGHT SKY – MOUNTAIN RANGE A vast star-filled sky stretches above jagged mountains. Wind moves slowly through drifting clouds. A distant meteor streaks across the sky. NARRATOR (V.O.) In a world where summoners bind creatures from distant realms… power determines the fate of kingdoms. The meteor grows brighter as it cuts across the night. NARRATOR (V.O.) For centuries, summoners have commanded spirits, beasts, and ancient entities beyond imagination. The meteor begins to fracture. Thousands of tiny glowing fragments scatter like falling stars. NARRATOR (V.O.) But once in a thousand years… the stars choose a sovereign. SCENE 1 EXT. CLIFFSIDE – NIGHT A lone figure stands on a cliff overlooking a vast valley. This is CIEL DOR. Silver-white hair moves in the wind. His long black coat flows behind him. He watches the sky. CIEL (quietly) That star… The meteor explodes into a brilliant cosmic flare. Suddenly— The constellations begin shifting. The sky rearranges itself into a glowing circular pattern. SCENE 2 CLOSE-UP – CIEL’S HAND A glowing ASTRAL SIGIL appears on his right hand. Blue light pulses through his arm. CIEL (startled) What…? The sigil spreads glowing energy. Wind erupts around him. SCENE 3 SKY ABOVE THE CLIFF The clouds form a massive summoning circle spanning the sky. Cosmic light pours downward. NARRATOR (V.O.) The Astral Realm had sensed its ruler. A deep mysterious voice echoes through the air. MYSTERIOUS VOICE (V.O.) The Sovereign has returned. Ciel looks around, confused. CIEL Who said that? SCENE 4 SUMMONING EVENT A glowing portal opens behind Ciel. Stars swirl inside it like a galaxy. Energy bursts outward. Ciel turns slowly. A massive silhouette appears within the portal. Heavy footsteps echo. SCENE 5 REVEAL – LYRA A gigantic CELESTIAL WOLF emerges. Its body is made of glowing stars and cosmic light. Particles drift from its fur like falling stardust. Ciel stares in shock. CIEL A… summon? The wolf steps forward. It lowers its massive head. Then kneels before him. SCENE 6 CIEL AND LYRA Ciel slowly raises his hand. He gently touches Lyra’s head. CIEL Why… are you bowing? Lyra speaks telepathically. LYRA (V.O.) Because you are the Astral Sovereign. Ciel’s eyes widen. CIEL Astral… Sovereign? SCENE 7 WIDE SHOT – CLIFF Ciel stands beside the massive celestial wolf beneath the starry sky. The summoning circle fades slowly. NARRATOR (V.O.) On that night, the heavens themselves chose their ruler. Lyra lifts its head and howls. The stars flare brightly across the sky. FINAL SCENE EXT. SKY – NIGHT The constellations shine brighter than ever. Far away… A dark crack forms in the sky. NARRATOR (V.O.) But every light casts a shadow. Deep within a distant dimension— A pair of red glowing eyes open in darkness. NARRATOR (V.O.) And the Void was beginning to stir. END OF EPISODE TEXT ON SCREEN: ASTRAL SOVEREIGN TO BE CONTINUED
Kaoruko Waguri trying to impress his crush by becoming hyper muscular girl
it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Her fingers traced the cold iron bars. How many nights had she spent here? How many times had she counted the bars, unable to sleep? The space smelled like hay and rust and old wood. There were scratches in the walls—claw marks from previous performers, maybe. Or from her own restless nights. She curled up on the mattress, tail wrapped around herself, ears flat against her skull. "I’m a bird trapped in a cage," she whispered to the darkness. The lantern flickered. And then—movement outside her window. A tall figure passed by, silhouetted against the moonlight. Cinder sat up, ears perking. The figure wore a long coat and a plague doctor mask—the beak curved and sharp. But strangest of all, faint stars seemed to glow across the mask’s surface, like constellations trapped in porcelain. Her heart skipped. Who—? The figure moved silently through the sleeping circus, heading toward the edge of the grounds. For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than despair. Curiosity.
young boy has to decide a career to follow when completes 16. Between Wizard, Knight, Hunter, Assassin, Monk, Healer, Necromancer or Crusader. He decides to be a Healer, but he is really overpowering. On his journey he founds couple friends that helps him to create a guild and build a whole castle that needs to be protected against wars from others players
PANEL 1 Ruang kelas kuno. Bangunan batu. Cahaya matahari masuk dari jendela. Suara murid-murid ribut. Murid A: “Eh, lihat tuh… Jelata datang.” Murid B: “Masih aja sekolah padahal nggak ada gunanya.” --- PANEL 2 Jaylat berjalan pelan. Wajah datar. Tatapan kosong. Duduk di kursi belakang dekat jendela. Narasi (kotak hitam kecil): Nama yang tak tercatat… lebih mudah diinjak. --- PANEL 3 Guru masuk dengan tongkat kayu. Guru: “Hari ini ujian potensi sihir. Siapa pun yang hasilnya tinggi, akan dipilih langsung oleh kerajaan.” Seluruh kelas heboh. Murid C: “Kesempatan jadi bangsawan!” Murid D: “Jaylat pasti paling bawah lagi.” Tawa. Jaylat hanya menatap keluar jendela. --- PANEL 4 Satu per satu murid maju. Bola kristal pengukur sihir bersinar. Guru: “Nilai 7.” “Nilai 5.” “Nilai 8.” Tepuk tangan. --- PANEL 5 Guru: “Berikutnya… Jaylat.” Kelas hening sesaat, lalu terdengar bisikan dan tawa kecil. Murid A: “Palingan 1.” --- PANEL 6 Jaylat berdiri. Langkahnya tenang. Ia menyentuh bola kristal. Dalam satu detik… Kristal menyala terang. Angka muncul: 3 Semua tertawa. Murid B: “Tuh kan.” --- PANEL 7 (ZOOM DETAIL TANGAN JAYLAT) Jari Jaylat sedikit bergerak. Aura hitam tipis mengalir— tapi hanya terlihat sekilas. Angka di kristal sebenarnya bergetar di dalam: 3… 40… 200… ∞ Namun dari luar tetap terlihat angka 3. Narasi kecil: Mengurangi kekuatan jauh lebih sulit daripada melepaskannya. --- PANEL 8 Guru menghela napas. Guru: “Seperti biasa… rendah.” Jaylat tersenyum kecil. Jaylat (dalam hati): “Bagus.” --- PANEL 9 (MALAM HARI – ASRAMA) Jaylat berdiri sendirian di halaman belakang. Bayangannya di tanah… tidak mengikuti gerakannya. Bayangan itu memiliki tanduk. Tanah mulai retak perlahan. Suara dalam bayangan: “Kau terus menahan diri… sampai kapan?” Jaylat menutup mata. Jaylat: “Selama dunia masih bisa berjalan tanpa dihancurkan.” Aura hitam menghilang. Retakan tanah kembali normal. --- PANEL TERAKHIR Keesokan paginya. Kerajaan mengirim utusan ke sekolah. Utusan: “Kami mendeteksi lonjakan sihir abnormal tadi siang. Seseorang di sekolah ini menyembunyikan sesuatu.” Close-up wajah Jaylat. Tatapan berbeda dari biasanya. Narasi akhir: Mereka mulai mencari Raja Iblis… Tanpa tahu ia duduk di kursi paling belakang.
주인공이 소파에 누워 성의 없이 스마트폰 자판을 툭툭 치는 모습. 화면에는 "ㄱㄱㄱㄱㄱ"가 가득함. "아, 귀찮은데... 일단 대충 채워서 포인트만 받자!" (효과음: 타닥타닥) [단순 반복 금지] 의미 없는 자음/모음, 특수문자 나열은 반려 대상입니다.