Manga AI

Sci Fi Action Manga

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.

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.

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.

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

Première scène d’une histoire isekai en style webtoon japonais / manga.

Une classe de lycée entière (environ 70 élèves) est soudainement téléportée dans un autre monde.

Les élèves portent des uniformes scolaires couleur café, certains sont choqués, d’autres effrayés, certains tombent au sol, d’autres se regardent sans comprendre.

L’environnement est étrange et fantastique : ciel irréel avec des couleurs inhabituelles, lumière mystique, sol inconnu, légère brume magique autour du groupe.

L’atmosphère est tendue et dramatique, sentiment de confusion, de peur et d’incompréhension.

Au centre de l’image, un petit groupe d’élèves se démarque légèrement, comme des futurs personnages importants.

Style artistique : Korean webtoon + Japanese anime, haute qualité, traits nets, ombrages doux, expressions faciales très détaillées.

Éclairage cinématographique, lumière surnaturelle venant du ciel, tons dramatiques.

Composition dynamique, vue semi-large pour montrer le groupe et le nouveau monde.

Ambiance : début d’une aventure sombre, mystérieuse et dangereuse.

Jane a coworker at a massive company. His boss is pretty young. The boss’s wife. And the boss are looking for kids, but can never get any. That’s when the boss had an idea. Their lab has been working on this new chemical to regress people to younger ages and they can be customize to whatever age you want. And they inject the serum into Jane turning him into a toddler around 4 to 5 years old. They do this because sense of Jane has technically no family. He’s the perfect person for their family. They already have a nursery and everything set up a bunch of pull-ups a crib, a changing table toys, booster seat for toddlers stroller everything that they needed for one they even have a bunch of clothes for him, which some of the clothes they have in a bag after his shrinking from the serum, he officially turned into a toddler. He’s left in oversized, work clothes compared to his work clothes in his new body he looks quite tiny now they change him and get him out of those work clothes and put him into her clothes like a pull up and some clothes like a shirt and pants and socks, but since it was midnight instead of pants, he was in a shirt, pajama pants and a pull-up, and then they carried him to the car where they buckled him in to His toddler car seat and then they went home and put him into bed the next day they got him to get to know the rest of the family one of the family members is his older sister which is in college and the grandmother and grandfather the mom sister, the fathers parents of course basically the whole family even cousins a day after that they prepare and they get ready because on that day they do his fifth birthday. They take him to the park afterwards where he plays with all his cousins his cousin‘s friends. A lot of people have fun here and they do some barbecue fun time. and now they start changing like their family though Jane is starting to feel uncomfortable a little because he is treated like a baby now.

Suggested Title: Echo Resonator: The Boy Who Sees the Last Memories (Vol. 1)
Description:
What if an object's last memory was your own death?

Haru Tanaka is a high school student trapped in a world of static and echoes. He possesses a skill that no one else has: by touching any object, he can see the last memory recorded in it. For Haru, the world is nothing more than a collection of other people's moments, a constant noise that has forced him to isolate himself from everyone... except Yuuki, his childhood friend and the only person who seems to leave no trace in his visions.

His life changes drastically when he finds his lost cellphone in an abandoned classroom. When he touches it, the vision is not a memory from the past, but an echo of the future: a dark alley, a shadowy figure, a bloody knife, and the clock striking 11:11 PM. In the vision, the victim is Haru himself.

Can you change the future if it has already been written as a memory?

Join Haru in a frantic race against time in this supernatural psychological thriller. With only a few hours before the clock strikes the designated hour, Haru must use his gift to find out who is chasing him and why, while dealing with the growing mystery of Yuuki and the nature of his own powers.

i need this in color
CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause
Part One: The Glory Days
The circus tent blazed with light.
Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform.
The crowd roared.
"AGAIN! AGAIN!"
A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!"
Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder.
She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split.
The audience leaped to their feet.
Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked.
The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction.
"Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.

i need this in color
CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause
Part One: The Glory Days
The circus tent blazed with light.
Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform.
The crowd roared.
"AGAIN! AGAIN!"
A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!"
Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder.
She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split.
The audience leaped to their feet.
Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked.
The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction.
"Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.

i need this in color
CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause
Part One: The Glory Days
The circus tent blazed with light.
Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform.
The crowd roared.
"AGAIN! AGAIN!"
A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!"
Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder.
She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split.
The audience leaped to their feet.
Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked.
The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction.
"Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.

📜 Краткий сюжет (Сюжетная арка)
Акт 1: Сборка и Отмена (Региональный турнир)
Рюдзи вступает в любительскую команду Five Arcans. Изначально он вытягивает матчи в одиночку благодаря "Farm Up" — стимулятору, дающему сверхреакцию. Когда таблетки заканчиваются, у него начинается ломка. Тренер QQQ заставляет Рюдзи отказаться от допинга. Команда компенсирует потерю скорости Рюдзи идеальной командной работой. В финале они побеждают фаворитов, опираясь не на рефлексы, а на доверие, и выходят на Национальный чемпионат.
Акт 2: Система и Срыв (Национальный чемпионат в Москве)
Ставки возрастают: 86 команд, огромные деньги и давление. Выясняется, что спонсор турнира, корпорация Aethelgard, тайно тестирует на топовых игроках смертельно опасный препарат "Neural-X". Главный соперник Рюдзи, Юки, сходит с ума от передозировки прямо во время матча. QQQ использует жесткие военные методы тренировок, чтобы связать команду в «единый разум» и противостоять химическим гениям.
Акт 3: Бунт и Подполье (Кульминация и Финал)
Корпорация начинает шантажировать Рюдзи его прошлым с таблетками. Выйдя в полуфинал, Рюдзи решает сломать систему: в прямом эфире он признается в прошлом употреблении допинга и раскрывает заговор Aethelgard. На арене гаснет свет, и за командой начинают охоту корпоративные наемники. При помощи бывшего врага Дайки, Five Arcans сбегают. Гранд-финал они играют дистанционно из заброшенного подвального компьютерного клуба на окраине Москвы. Они побеждают, становясь легендами и свободными изгоями киберспорта.
Визуальные акценты для художника:
• Контраст между стерильными, высокотехнологичными аренами корпорации и грязными, тесными подпольными клубами.
• Визуализация «киберспортивного рывка»: рваные, глитчовые движения под допингом против плавных, синхронных действий при чистой командной игре.

Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world.
Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth.
Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength.
The path to immortality is uncertain.
The Dao does not care about good or evil.
And Heaven is always watching.
Make the heroine have white hair make her more serious and studious

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

"Мало ли что" — Сакура-чан, это было потрясающе! — восхищённо щебетал Наруто. — Да! — куноичи оживленно замотала головой и широко — широко улыбнулась. — Какаши-сенсей, наверное, думал, что мы у него никак не сможем отобрать колокольчики, — последнее Сакура проговорила, казалось, с удовольствием. Парень молча, но радостно закивал головой в знак согласия. — Ты очень хорошо всё придумал, — посмотрев на Наруто, девушка улыбнулась. — Ты и вправду самый непредсказуемый ниндзя в деревне! — Хе-хе. Мне кажется, или Какаши-сенсей расстроен? — обернувшись к Хатаке, сказал Наруто. Джоунин демонстративно вздохнул, однако продолжал смотреть на еще одно поколение, которое стремительно пыталось занять его место. Все-таки, видеть их здесь — здоровыми и в какой-то степени счастливыми — было более, чем просто приятно. — Нет. Я наоборот рад за вас. Вы и вправду изменились. Ну что ж, до завтра! — внезапно попрощавшись, Хатаке испарился в облаке дыма. — Блин, как всегда исчезает… Я ему столько хотел рассказать про свои тренировки… Сакура-чан, может, в Ичираку? — сказав это, Наруто скорее надеялся, чем верил, что он это сказал весьма убедительно и четко. — Сто лет там не был. — Наруто! Я не пойду с тобой на сви… — Мы просто покушаем, — пробубнил блондин. — Мы столько с тобой не виделись! Харуно, не особо долго думая, стоит признать, демонстративно легонько толкнула парня, сказав «Ты платишь» и все-таки решилась пойти с ним. Вот она. Стоит рядом. Сколько он её не видел? Два с половиной года, кажется. Сколько всего произошло за это время? Он ушел с Конохи почти после того как… как… Последняя встреча с Саске. Саске. Сколько же он о нём думал. Сколько раз он прокручивал их первую встречу, тот фееричный поцелуй - о котором Наруто старался вспоминать как можно реже, хотя это было забавно - их сдача экзамена с Какаши-сенсеем, первая миссия, команда… седьмой номер… Но в последнее время он всё больше и больше стал вспоминать их финальную встречу. Всё, что Саске говорил, всё, что Наруто ему отвечал. Черт! Вернуть бы время назад, он бы сказал Саске совсем другие слова! Совершенно другие слова, другие фразы… И Саске бы остался! По крайней мере, хотелось в это верить, что что - то еще можно было поменять. — Узумаки! — выкрикнула куноичи. — А? Что? — потерявшись в собственных мыслях, пробормотал парень. — Мы уже пришли, ну. Сакура. О ней он думал не меньше, чем о Саске. Если взять их двоих, Саске и Сакуру, то сначала в его жизни появилась она, а затем уже Саске… Он помнил, как впервые увидел ее розовые волосы. Она у него ассоциировалась с весенним деревом… и пудингом. Рисовым с сиропом. Да, это может быть банальный вишневый сироп, если Вам интересно. И, да, а услышав её имя, он понял – иначе быть не могло. Сколько раз он хотел к ней подойти, хотя бы для того, чтобы подарить цветы, но он как всегда приходил не вовремя: то она была не одна — хотя она всегда была с кем-то она была в компании, где обсуждали его, Наруто, то она щебетала с девчонками о Саске. Но Наруто всё равно думал о ней. Он вспоминал их первую встречу, первую миссию, милые моменты, связанные с Сакурой-чан. Но больше всего он вспоминал свое обещание, данное Сакуре… Сакура. Саске. Лю… Дружба. Черт. Тяжело. — Наруто! — вновь прокричала Сакура. На этот раз ещё злобнее. — А-а! Наруто неудачно шлепнулся со стула, который и так стоял на неровной поверхности. «Пора завязывать с этими мыслями…» — Сакура-чан, извини — задумался, — Узумаки внимательно посмотрел на девушку. Красивая. — Ну, что берем? — протирая ладони и предвкушая долгожданный ужин, произнёс Наруто. — Ну, это твое любимое заведение, поэтому я даже не знаю, что и… — Тебе не нравится РАМЭН? — удивился блондин. — Нет, почему, — ухмыльнулась Сакура, понимая, как же она скучала по этому голосу, — нравится! Иначе бы я не пришла сюда, — оправдываясь, пробубнила куноичи. — А какое твое любимое заведение? — неожиданно для себя и для Сакуры спросил Наруто. — Мое? — Ну, я вот часто, нет, — парень шлепнул себя по лбу, будто сказал что-то ужасное, — я всегда заходил в Ичираку, а ты? — Я… — Сакура была в растерянности и не знала, что ей даже следует говорить. Действительно, а какие были ее любимые заведения в городе кроме резиденции Хокаге и больницы? Ну, ладно, в этот список еще дом можно приписать. — Ну? Ты стесняешься что-ли? — улыбнулся Наруто, глядя на куноичи. — Я в принципе дома всегда кушала… — задумчиво произнесла девушка. — Точно! — тихо произнёс Наруто. Он совсем забыл, что он, пожалуй, один из немногих, кто постоянно питался вне дома. — Знаешь, что? А давай мы сейчас пойдем в другое место? — устранив нависшую тишину, предложил Наруто. — Что? Значит…. Эй, Наруто… Никаких свиданий! — громко буркнула Харуно. — Ну какое это свидание, Сакура-чан! Просто сходим в какую-нибудь другую забегаловку. Вот, в первую попавшуюся! — улыбаясь, и радуясь своей идее, сказал Наруто. Девушка явно не доверяла парню. Нет, неправильно. Ему она доверяла как никому, но в данной ситуации ей было трудно поверить, что ее друг сейчас не устроит какой-нибудь сюрприз. Мы же все знаем, какой он ниндзя. — Я же всё равно плачу, — ухмыльнувшись, произнёс парень. — Ну, ладно. Пошли. Стой! А как же твой рамен? — удивилась Сакура. — Ай, завтра приду сюда, позавтракаю, — махнув рукой, сказал Наруто. Харуно лишь закатила глаза. — Блин. Завтрак рамэном, ужас какой-то, — сказала Сакура, явно не понимая некоторых вещей в этой жизни. Наруто оставалось только улыбнуться. Они действительно наткнулись на какую-то кафешку, в которой и подавали только , что… — Бобовые побеги? Салат из листьев алоэ? Что за травы?! Морская капуста? — перечисляя всё это, у Наруто всё больше и больше кривился нос. — Хе! Кстати, побеги богаты витаминами, а в морской капусте много йода. Очень даже полезно, — с умным видом произнесла Сакура. — Ну, вот и заказывай эту полезность, даттебаё. Здесь что-нибудь нормальное есть? — с невероятной печалью в голосе пробормотал Наруто, осознавая, что сейчас он мог бы наслаждаться своим любимым раменом вместо этой чепухи. — Это ты предложил нам пойти непонятно куда, — сурово сказала Сакура. — Да знаю я… — не отчаиваясь и всё же улыбнувшись, сказал блондин. Девушка не могла вспомнить, когда в последний раз она так много улыбалась за день. Ей жутко понравился сегодняшний день: спарринг с Какаши-сенсеем, долгожданная встреча с Наруто, удачный день в больнице... Какой чудесный день. Его точно нужно описать в дневнике — без сомнений! — А мне здесь нравится, — расслабленно выдохнула девушка. — Уютное место и здоровое питание, не то, что твой рамен, Узумаки. — Сакура-чаан, не начинай… — устало произнёс Наруто. К столику Наруто и Сакуры подошла милая женщина лет 30, поинтересовавшись, что желают молодые шиноби увидеть на своих столах, а затем почувствовать в своих желудках. Узумаки за время своих странствий с одним из самых пошлых мужчин мира привык к разным вещам: и к дорогим ресторанам, и к забегаловкам. Между прочим, это еще было не самое страшное, что пришлось пережить парню. Нахлынувшие воспоминания заставили блондина немного вздрогнуть, и он даже мотнул головой — типичная реакция на что-то, что тебе не очень приятно вспоминать. В то время пока Узумаки избавлялся от своих же воспоминаний, Харуно сейчас была удивлена. Столько лет жить в Конохе и не знать о существовании такого прекрасного места! — М..а…а у вас есть.. что-то на подобии рамэна? — смущаясь, спросил Наруто у официантки. — Мм.. нет.. Но мы можем предложить вам бобовые побеги в бамбуковом бульоне! Узумаки пристально вглядывался в официантку. Она, правда, думает, что жалкими побегами в бульоне она может заменить рамен?! — У вас есть зелёный чай? — совсем погрустнев, спросил блондин. — Да! С жасмином! — весело ответила официантка. — Ну… давайте с жасмином… — с поникшей головой отозвался Наруто. — Что будет заказывать ваша девушка? — Я не его девушка, — злобно произнесла Сакура, и тут же её тон сменился на весьма милый голосок, — но я буду салат из морской капусты и любой чай на Ваш вкус.
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— Спасибо, Наруто. Это было вкусно, — поблагодарив Наруто, пробормотала Сакура, пристально глядя в ночное небо. Небо, которое, казалось, в эту прекрасную теплую ночь заставляло каждого прохожего погружаться в воспоминания былых лет. — Всегда рад тебя угостить, — Наруто не остался в долгу и тоже улыбнулся, — а мне даже понравился этот чай с жасмином. Харуно на пару секунд закрыла глаза и только потом продолжила диалог с блондином. — Потому что он успокаивает. Шиноби аккуратно наблюдал за тем, как девушка наслаждается летним ветром. Затем отведя от неё взгляд, Узумаки ухмыльнулся. — Всё-то ты знаешь, Сакура-чан. — Время, которое я провела с Цунаде-сама, не прошло даром, знаешь–ли, — гордо сказала Сакура. — Она любила меня загружать всякими учебниками, чтобы я их не только читала, но, видимо, чтобы и подкачивалась, — девушка улыбнулась и одновременно обрадовалась, что ей удалось рассмешить Наруто. — Задания, миссия, задания… Не всё равно, не смотря на это, я все равно… Вот. То самое имя. Сколько она его не произносила? Год точно. Хотя, нет. Глупости. Она воскрешала это имя в мыслях, а это приравнивается к его произношению. У ч и х а С а с к е. Саске-кун… Сначала она плакала – все это знают, более того – все эти видели. Много плакала. Потом, после ухода Наруто с Джираей, она начала тренироваться с Цунаде-сама и времени было мало, чтобы думать о Саске — поэтому он ей являлся во снах. Потом она всё реже плакала, а он ей все реже снился, но Сакура продолжала думать о нём. Он оставил ей глубокий порез, который затронул сердце и душу, да и разум, чего уж там скрывать. Порез затянулся, но не более. — … я тоже о нем думал, Сакура-чан, я тоже, — тихо прошептал Наруто. Сакура остановила свой взгляд на парне. — И о тебе думал, — так же тихо продолжил блондин и остановил свой взгляд на куноичи. — Наруто! — злобно прошипела Сакура. Хотя это было больше похоже на некую защиту с её стороны. Она боялась? — Сакура-чан, успокойся! Ты же мой… друг, — явно опасаясь, возможности получить по любой части тела, Наруто быстро сориентировался. — Друг? — с некоторым удивлением спросила Сакура. Она знала, что они друзья, нет, даже лучшие друзья — по крайней мере этого хотелось — но было странно слышать от Наруто про их дружбу. — Ну, да. Мы же через многое прошли. Мы же команда №7. Мы же все втроем друзья! — широко улыбнувшись, воскликнул Узумаки. Харуно всё ещё продолжала внимательно рассматривать повзрослевшего товарища. — Я уже… — Давай я тебя провожу, — быстро затараторил парень, явно не желая услышать окончания фразы. — И не отказывайся. Уже темно. Мало ли что случится. Харуно вздохнула и тихо прошептала короткое "Ну, пойдем". Молча они шли. Каждый погрузился в свои мысли. Но если их мысли представить в виде облачков, то их облака можно было объединить в одно большую тучу, под названием Учиха Саске. — Сакура-чан? — раздался голос Наруто. — М? — Мы вернём Саске, вот увидишь, — в этот раз блондин не смотрел на девушку. — Я просто не могу представить, что может быть как–то по–другому, — честно признался парень, и Харуно это явно понравилось. — Хм, — Сакура улыбнулась и закрыла глаза, — Спасибо, Наруто. Мне не хватало этих слов, — и настроение девушки резко поднялось. — Хе-хе. Ну что ж, спокойной ночи! — зевая, сказал Узумаки, подойдя к хорошо знакомому обоим дому. — Спокойной… Не было никакой спокойной ночи. По крайней мере, не сегодня. Не знаю, догадывались ли Харуно и Узумаки об этом, предчувствовали они что-то или нет, так или иначе они резко развернулись в сторону приближающегося шиноби. — Наруто-куун! Сакура-ча-а-ан! — взревел знакомый голос сзади. — О-ой! Ли-и! Мы тут! — заметив парня в зелёном трико, Наруто крикнул и помахал рукой. Ни одной секунды блондин не засомневался, что это мог быть все-таки не Ли. Видимо, парень продолжал надеяться, что Гай-сенсей к этому времени уже снял свой костюм. Ох, уж эта наивность. — Я …уф… так бежал… Я обещал себе, если не успею предупредить вас до полуночи, то обегу на двух руках 200 кругов вокруг Конюхи! Черт! Я успел до полуночи! — с жаром произнёс Ли. — Ли! — рассмеялся Узумаки и, к удивлению для себя, почувствовал мгновенный прилив радости, увидев давнего знакомого. — Рад тебя видеть. — Сила вечной молодости… — продолжал густобровик. Узумаки продолжал улыбаться. Пожалуй, говорить что-то было бессмысленно. Было чертовски приятно видеть своих сородичей, которые никак не изменились. Разве что, внешне. Но кто сказал, что это плохо? — Что?! А, да! Прости, Наруто-кун! Цунаде-сама вас вызывает! — Блин. Я же говорил! Мало ли, что случится… И вот тебе, — с неким разочарованием произнёс блондин. Почему «разочарованием»? Ну, ребят, а Вы сами посудите. Выходной, ночь — и Хокаге вызывает на ковер. Пф, ну, навряд–ли ради распития чая и поглощения плюшек, верно?
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К счастью, но блондин и розоволосая, вместе с густобровиком, не были единственными призванными шиноби на ночь к Хокаге в кабинет. Придя к Цунаде-сама, уровень радости в Узумаки стал зашкаливать — здесь он увидел Хинату и если уж на то пошло — саму Цунаде-сама. Последняя, видимо, была слишком погружена в свои дела — впрочем, как всегда — поэтому она как-то быстро стиснула парня в объятиях и вернулась на свое место. Что касается Хинаты, то она изменилась внешне намного больше, чем Сакура — что правда, то правда. Хоть и Хината, пожалуй, была единственной куноичи, которая носила обувь для шиноби на плоской подошве, а не на каблуках, как это делали истинные модницы, было что-то такое в Хьюга, что кричало о том, что она, все – таки, девушка. Вы скажете «длина волос»? Возможно. Сейчас у неё были длинные, гладкие, прямые волосы, а не короткая мальчишечья стрижка. Руки, казалось, были такими же нежными, улыбка такая же невинная, а глаза такие же удивленные. Тем не менее, блондин удивился, когда Хината обняла его в знак приветствия. Именно тогда Узумаки почувствовал, что Хьюга хорошо подросла. — Наруто,Ли, Хината,Сакура и Какаши, — Хокаге обвела всех собравшихся взглядом. —Для вас есть срочная миссия! — громко сказала Цунаде. — Что за пожар, Цунаде-ба-чан? — всё ещё зевая, спросил Наруто. — Сейчас не до шуток, — кажется, Цунаде была просто на пике своей раздражительности. — Недалеко от Конохи под огнем находится одна деревня… — Что за деревня? — в разговор вмешался Какаши, который уже стоял в кабинете Хокаге. — Деревня Курико, —закрыв глаза и оперившись об стол, сказала Цунаде. — Курико?! — испуганно воскликнул Хатаке. — Это же… — Да, Какаши. В этой деревне живет тот самый клан и он был атакован. Выживших осталось мало. Так сообщает наш источник, — всё ещё не открывая глаза сказала Хокаге. — Тот самый? А…она жива? — всё так же испуганно спросил Какаши. — Да. Но если вы не поторопитесь, она окажется еще в большей опасности, чем сейчас. Я обещала её отцу … — Цунаде виновато посмотрела на джоунина, будто мысленно умоляя его отправится на помощь деревне настолько быстро, насколько возможно. — Этот момент пришел, мы должны помочь. Ты знаешь, как она выглядит? — Да. Знаю, — ответил Какаши. — Отлично. Тогда, ступайте, — громко произнесла Цунаде. Все собравшиеся к кабинете шиноби переглянулись друг с другом. — Какаши-сенсей! — воскликнул Наруто, когда они все вышли из кабинета Хокаге. — Я, в принципе, как всегда ничего не понял, — блондин услышал ухмылки девушек. — О ком вы говорили? — Я расскажу по дороге. А сейчас мы, действительно, должны поторопиться, — с тревогой в голосе произнёс Хатаке.

Tavola 1: La Solitudine
Composizione: Inquadratura larga (long shot) dal basso verso l'alto.
Soggetto: Tomoya Okazaki cammina da solo lungo il sentiero in salita verso la scuola. I petali di ciliegio cadono ovunque.
Testo (Pensiero di Tomoya): "Odio questa città. È piena di ricordi che vorrei cancellare."
Elementi per l'AI: Stile manga seinen/shoujo, bianco e nero, retini (screentones) per le ombre dei ciliegi, focus sulla prospettiva della strada in salita.

Tavola 2: L'Incontro
Composizione: Primo piano (close-up) o piano medio.
Soggetto: Nagisa Furukawa è ferma a metà della salita, con lo sguardo rivolto verso l'alto, come se stesse parlando a se stessa. Tomoya si ferma poco lontano, osservandola.
Testo (Nagisa): "Anpan... Ti piace questo posto?"
Elementi per l'AI: Linee sottili, espressione malinconica ma dolce, petali in primo piano sfocati (effetto bokeh), divisa scolastica dettagliata.

Black and white manga-style panel showing a dramatic falling perspective from a tall building. The view looks straight downward into a realistic cityscape with clearly defined rectangular buildings, straight streets, and proper urban grid layout. Strong radial speed lines and controlled motion blur converge toward the center to emphasize extreme height and vertigo, without distorting building shapes.
No character body visible at all — no hands, no arms, no silhouette, no human anatomy. Only the falling perspective and the city below. Clean monochrome manga line art, high contrast, sharp city details, dynamic motion lines.
Two small white speech bubbles near the top contain the text:
“Huh?” and “This…”
One large white speech bubble at the bottom contains bold manga-style lettering:
“Aaaaaaa!!!!
NOOOO!!!!!”
Classic Japanese manga panel composition, black and white only, dramatic tension, clear perspective, controlled motion effects.

Negative prompt: hands, arms, fingers, body parts, human silhouette, character anatomy, abstract city, distorted buildings, warped architecture, surreal shapes, painterly blur, soft focus, sketchy background

Black-and-white Japanese manga page, professional shonen manga style, detailed ink lines, manga screentones, cinematic storytelling, dynamic panel composition, 12 panels layout.

Character: Spiker — teenage boy with orange hair, red headband, black jacket, grey pants, black shoes with white soles, athletic build, calm and focused personality.

Scene: sunrise military training academy. Multiple trainees running and training intensely while exhausted. Spiker remains calm and composed, standing out naturally without showing off. Other trainees whisper about him. Instructor announces emergency mission at the end.

Panel layout (12 panels):

Wide establishing shot of training field at sunrise.

Close-up running boots hitting ground.

Exhausted trainees sweating.

Trainee collapsing from exhaustion.

Instructor blowing whistle and shouting.

Spiker running calmly.

Trainees whispering about him.

Close-up of Spiker stopping at finish line.

Spiker standing while others collapse behind him.

Close-up tying red headband.

Close-up intense eyes.

Large dramatic panel — instructor announcing emergency mission, shocked reactions.

Dynamic shonen manga style, strong perspective, speed lines, expressive faces, dramatic lighting, professional manga pacing, high-detail black-and-white ink artwork.

Chapter 3: The Whisper in the Forest (Rewritten)
The academy grounds were quiet after the sparring match. Most students had gone home, still buzzing about the clash between Shawn, Jaden, and Isaiah. The three of them stayed behind, each unsettled by what had just happened.
None of them had expected the match to end the way it did — with strange flickers of power none of them could explain.
Shawn stood on the rooftop, his black cloak fluttering in the wind. A sleek, angular mask covered the lower half of his face, hiding his expression. Beneath it, his 1-Tomoe Hoshigan pulsed faintly, spinning slowly. He clenched his fist. Something inside me is waking up.
Down below, Jaden leaned against a training post. His hair was spiked and wild, and he wore a black shirt with one long sleeve and one short. His Byakugan was active, veins bulging at his temples. He flipped a kunai in his hand, but his usual smirk was gone. That thing I felt… it wasn’t mine. But it was watching.
Isaiah stood at the edge of the woods, his dreadlock-like hair swaying slightly. A thick fur collar wrapped around his neck, and his eyes were locked on the trees. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. But he felt it — something in the forest was staring back.
A breeze rustled the leaves. Isaiah’s hand twitched toward his blade.
Nothing.
But the feeling didn’t leave.

That night, the three of them were summoned to the headmaster’s office. The room was dim, lit only by a single lantern. Scrolls lined the walls, and a large map of the village was pinned behind the desk.
The headmaster, an older shinobi with a long scar across his jaw, studied them in silence.
“You three,” he said finally, “are different.”
They didn’t respond.
“I don’t know what’s inside you. But I’ve seen enough to know this — something is coming. And when it does, you’ll either be our greatest hope… or our greatest threat.”
He turned to the window.
“Tomorrow, you’ll be sent on your first mission. A simple patrol. But stay sharp. The forest has been… restless.”
Outside, the wind howled.
And deep in the woods, something opened its eyes.

**Title: “The Bomb That Wouldn’t Explode (Probably)”**

**Genre:** Comedy • Suspense • Manga
**Setting:** A quiet Japanese high school… that suddenly isn’t.

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### **PAGE 1**

**Panel 1:**
Wide shot of a peaceful school courtyard. Students chatting. Birds chirping.
**Caption:** *Another perfectly normal day…*

**Panel 2:**
Close-up: A suspicious black box under a bench. Red blinking light.
**SFX:** *beep… beep… beep…*

**Panel 3:**
Enter **TAKESHI** (overdramatic, self-proclaimed genius) pointing dramatically.
**Takeshi:** “THAT… is a bomb.”

**Panel 4:**
**MIKA** (deadpan, unimpressed):
“Or someone’s lunchbox with commitment issues.”

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### **PAGE 2**

**Panel 1:**
Crowd gathers. Everyone panicking… except Mika, who is eating snacks.
**Random Student:** “WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!”

**Panel 2:**
Takeshi dramatically pulls out a notebook labeled: *“Bomb Defusal Guide (Downloaded Last Night)”*
**Takeshi:** “Don’t worry. I’ve trained for this.”

**Panel 3:**
Close-up of the notebook: it’s clearly a badly printed online article with ads.
**Mika:** “You clicked ‘Skip Ad,’ didn’t you?”

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### **PAGE 3**

**Panel 1:**
The bomb: digital timer reads **00:10:00**
**SFX:** *beep… beep…*

**Panel 2:**
Takeshi sweating intensely.
**Takeshi:** “Okay… step one: identify the wires.”

**Panel 3:**
Opens the box. Inside: CHAOS.
Dozens of wires. Glitter. A rubber duck. Somehow spaghetti.

**Panel 4:**
**Takeshi:** “WHY IS THERE PASTA?!”

**Mika (chewing):** “Italian engineering.”

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### **PAGE 4**

**Panel 1:**
Timer: **00:07:12**

**Panel 2:**
Enter **KAZUO** (class clown).
**Kazuo:** “Hey guys, what’s going on—OH COOL, A BOMB.”

**Panel 3:**
He casually pokes it.

**Takeshi & Mika (together):** “DON’T TOUCH IT!!”

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### **PAGE 5**

**Panel 1:**
Timer suddenly speeds up: **00:05:00 → 00:04:59 → 00:04:58**
**SFX:** *BEEP BEEP BEEP*

**Panel 2:**
Everyone screaming.

**Panel 3:**
Mika still calm.
**Mika:** “Statistically, most bombs explode.”

**Takeshi:** “THAT DOESN’T HELP!”

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### **PAGE 6**

**Panel 1:**
Takeshi holds two wires: red and blue. Classic dilemma.

**Takeshi:** “It’s always red or blue…”

**Panel 2:**
Mika points at a THIRD wire: neon green with sparkles.
**Mika:** “What about that one?”

**Panel 3:**
Takeshi stares.
**Takeshi:** “…That feels illegal.”

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### **PAGE 7**

**Panel 1:**
Timer: **00:02:30**

**Panel 2:**
Kazuo finds a note taped inside the box.
**Kazuo:** “Hey there’s instructions!”

**Panel 3:**
Close-up note:
*“To defuse, solve this riddle:
What has hands but cannot clap?”*

**Panel 4:**
Everyone freezes.

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### **PAGE 8**

**Panel 1:**
**Takeshi:** “A… person without rhythm?”

**Panel 2:**
**Mika:** “A clock.”

**Panel 3:**
Timer suddenly pauses.
**SFX:** *beeeeeep…*

**Panel 4:**
Everyone relieved.

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### **PAGE 9 (TWIST)**

**Panel 1:**
The box opens… revealing… a SECOND TIMER.
**Timer:** **00:01:00**

**Panel 2:**
**Takeshi:** “WHY IS THERE A PHASE TWO?!”

**Panel 3:**
Another note:
*“Just kidding. Cut any wire.”*

**Panel 4:**
All three stare at each other.

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### **PAGE 10 (FINAL SUSPENSE)**

**Panel 1:**
Takeshi grabs a random wire.

**Panel 2:**
Mika casually:
“Wait. What if it’s a prank?”

**Panel 3:**
Kazuo:
“…What if it’s not?”

**Panel 4:**
Close-up: Takeshi’s trembling hand.

**Panel 5:**
Timer: **00:00:03**

**Panel 6:**
SNIP.

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### **FINAL PANEL**

Huge explosion cloud…

Then smoke clears.

Inside: confetti, balloons, and a banner:

**“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAKESHI!”**

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**Epilogue Panel:**
Takeshi, covered in confetti, furious.

**Mika (smiling slightly):**
“…So, genius. You passed.”

**Kazuo:**
“Also, we still don’t know what the spaghetti was for.”

**SFX (last beep from inside box):**
*beep…*

**Takeshi:**
“…Why is it still beeping?”

---

**END…?**

i need this in color
CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause
Part One: The Glory Days
The circus tent blazed with light.
Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform.
The crowd roared.
"AGAIN! AGAIN!"
A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!"
Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder.
She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split.
The audience leaped to their feet.
Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked.
The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction.
"Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.

this needs to be in color CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause
Part One: The Glory Days
The circus tent blazed with light.
Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform.
The crowd roared.
"AGAIN! AGAIN!"
A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!"
Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder.
She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split.
The audience leaped to their feet.
Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked.
The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction.
"Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
That was enough.

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.

The forest was silent.
Not peaceful — silent. As if the trees themselves were holding their breath.
Team 0 stood in the aftermath of the rift battle, the air still humming with residual energy. The creature they had faced was gone, shattered into fragments of light and static. But the feeling it left behind lingered like smoke.
Shawn stood at the center of the clearing, his black mask cracked slightly from the strain. Beneath it, his right eye glowed faintly — the 1-Tomoe Hoshigan now fully awakened.
🌌 The Hoshigan Revealed
The eye was unlike anything the others had seen. A deep violet iris, with a single tomoe orbiting a star-shaped pupil. It shimmered with cosmic energy, as if the night sky had been trapped inside it.
Shawn blinked slowly, and the world around him bent — not visibly, but perceptibly. Gravity shifted. Time slowed. He could feel the weight of space itself responding to his gaze.
“I can see… everything,” he whispered. “Not just chakra. Possibilities.”
Jaden stepped beside him, his own eyes glowing pale white.
👁️ The Byakugan in Full Force
Jaden’s Byakugan was fully active now. Veins bulged at his temples, and his vision extended in every direction. He could see chakra threads tangled in the trees, the faint residue of the rift’s energy, and even the subtle pulse of Shawn’s Hoshigan.
“You’re warping the field,” Jaden said. “Even your chakra flow is bending.”
Shawn nodded. “It’s like… I’m not just seeing the world. I’m shaping it.”
Isaiah stood nearby, silent as always. His fur collar was singed, and his dreadlock-like hair was damp with sweat. But his eyes were sharp.
“That thing wasn’t from here,” he said. “And it wasn’t alone.”

Return to the Village
The team moved quickly, returning to the Hidden Leaf under cover of dusk. The Hokage was waiting.
He listened silently as they described the rift, the creature, and the battle. When they finished, he turned to Kuroda, who stood in the shadows.
“They’re progressing faster than expected,” Kuroda said. “The Hoshigan has awakened. The Byakugan is adapting. And Isaiah’s mutation is stabilizing.”
The Hokage nodded grimly. “Then we’re out of time.”
He looked at the three Genin.
“You’re no longer students. You’re weapons. And the world is about to remember why it feared the Riftborn.”

Elsewhere…
In a dark chamber beneath the earth, a masked figure knelt before a glowing rift fragment.
“The Hoshigan has awakened,” he whispered. “The seal is breaking.”
A voice echoed from the void. “Then the Rift will open again. And this time… they won’t be ready.”

Fading Applause
Part One: The Glory Days
The circus tent blazed with light.
Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform.
The crowd roared.
"AGAIN! AGAIN!"
A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!"
Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder.
She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split.
The audience leaped to their feet.
Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked.
The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction.
"Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
That was enough.
After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap.
She belonged here.

💗 Sweet High School Lovers (Manga Style)
Name: Hana Saito
A 16-year-old girl with soft, shoulder-length dark brown hair that slightly curls at the ends.
Her eyes are warm hazel, always shining when she laughs.
She wears a neat school uniform: a navy skirt, white blouse, and a red ribbon tied under the collar.
Hana is kind, a little shy, and loves reading romance novels during lunch break.
When she’s nervous, she plays with the ribbon on her uniform.
Name: Ren Takahashi
A 17-year-old boy with messy black hair that falls into his eyes.
His eyes are deep gray and usually calm, giving him a cool but gentle look.
His uniform is slightly untidy—his tie is always a bit loose and his sleeves rolled up.
Ren is quiet and protective but secretly very sweet.
He likes sketching in a small notebook during class.
🌸 Their Relationship
Hana and Ren sit next to each other in class. At first they were just classmates, but they slowly became close.
Ren often walks Hana home after school.
Hana sometimes brings homemade snacks for him.
When Hana gets embarrassed, her cheeks turn pink and Ren smiles softly.
They like sitting under the school cherry blossom tree after classes.
Even though they are shy, their small moments together—sharing notes, laughing quietly, and studying side by side—make their love feel sweet and real, just like in a slice-of-life manga. 🌸

A pleasant day in Swastik Residency, Thane. Children can be heard playing games in the Society
playground. Amidst the Jolly mood of the society, A rather timid boy sits in the verandah glancing over
his book, on the blissful interactions he sought after. Enter Archit, our main character. He was a bright
boy and a quick learner. However, appearance-wise, He was just any other boy, you'd find every 2 doors.
He would have loved to go play with others if not for his series of tests at his school soon. However, he
had some friends who’d come to visit him & study with him. One of them was Jash, also known as "J
wala Jash”. Archit hoped at least he would visit on this gloomy day, and so did he.
Jash came in and started bothering Archit. He pulled him and asked him to stop being a bookworm for
once. Archit was enraged, yet Jash had a point. It had been ages since he had a nice walk, so he agreed.
Jash told him he had something to show Archit. Curious, yet nonchalant, they walked the length of their
lodge all the way to the nearest elevator. But something was strange. Archit had never seen Jash so
excited about something. The elevator dinged and they teetered out the apartment into the large open
space. That’s when Archit realised Jash was dressed rather well for a normal day. A matte-brown
corduroy over a pleasant white Tee. His trousers hung low yet went well with his outfit he had a musk
essence coming off of him. While our man, well, he looked as if he had just woke up from a nightmare
and wet his pants. Yet they trotted their way all the way through the society gates to the main road.
Archit having not walked for a while, felt tired and uninterested in whatever Jash was so excited about.
Jash took Archit to the famous “Tapas Ke Golgappe”. It was a Pani puri shop famous for its “Dhaakan Pani
Puri”. Archit slightly annoyed asked the reason for visiting a Pani Puri shop, when he had so much work
to do. Jash informed that they were waiting for someone, just a few more minutes. Jash convinced Archit
to stay by buying him a ‘Golgappa’ plate while treating himself to Sev puri. While eating a golgappa,
Archit saw a charming girl come over. She was gorgeous and stunning. Her smile kept his mouth gape
open. Then all of a sudden, Jash took hold of her and introduced her to Archit as his girlfriend.
Bamboozled, Archita choked on his golgappa and coughed the life out of him. The girl pitied and grinned
at Archit's sorry state.
The girl introduced herself as Paulami, Her voice, honey to Archit's ears. At that moment, Archit
experienced something, he had never experienced before. his stomach. tickled and his face turned red.
Her voice echoed in his ears and his face couldn't stop smiling. Jash & Paulami held each other's hands
and started talking like lovebirds. The conversation could be interpreted as a script for a romantic movie.
The more they talked, the closer they got. Even the reader could predict what was gonna happen next.
Both the lovebirds leaned in for a kiss when it was interrupted by a loud, hoarse voice. from the owner
Tapas, “DON'T DO THIS TAATI POTTY IN FRONT OF MY SHOP, DHAAKAN". Scared the shit out of
them. The Trio ran all the way home never stopping once. Jash bid Archit farewell and led Paulami to his
house. Archit walked back home, thinking of this Newfound feeling. Was it Love? Or was it Hormones?
He could never know until they met again. The only thing he could focus on now was recovering from
Tapas’ Trauma.

Fading Applause
Part One: The Glory Days
The circus tent blazed with light.
Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform.
The crowd roared.
"AGAIN! AGAIN!"
A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!"
Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder.
She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split.
The audience leaped to their feet.
Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked.
The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction.
"Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
That was enough.
After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap.
She belonged here.

I want to tell a story that was happening a anime The anime starting with a boy have the miserable Have the nice and peaceful and Innocent Boy Having a brother He was at 5th class he was just A Chubby boy Playing very joyful And suddenly a pandemic come Corona An earth at the time he was 7th class He was playing with his friends he has a crush She was very beautiful he was seeing her One day She was left From his Street Two summer other foreign country There are both friends they played a lot Have resumed a lot Just memories are left out Then after two years After the Corona went off in 2021 The Boy Go to the School He was become somewhat extrovert Somewhat Introvert And he was very joyful he was playing with his friends joking in the class But he was very innocent Suddenly A new girl Come to his class when he was in 9th When he see her He gets the memories His fast crush When he was in 7th class She Was look like same Exactly like And she was also very friendly with all my members she was the first girl who talk with him Very frequently Even though he was not good at studies She come out of the class for studying Has a private space But he was coming out From class in the form of punishment But she Treated him No other guy in the class But a sudden drama comes out As the people As The new girl And Him as Secret lovers Because of that Both him and the new girl Feel uncomfort The rumour spread All over the class and other classes also That That he Love that new girl and The new girl are Teasing her With The boy name Same as happened to the boy Because of The new girl Friends She called The Boy As Brother but He has Feelings In her Because she was exactly Look like His 7th class Crush Then He’s Heart Very heavy Even though he To avoid Disturbances to Called her sister Then Come to him after the school Over She apologises That because of All my friends and rumour I call you As brother But he was not able to accept He was starting avoiding her After some days After summer holidays He was going to 10 th Class He was on Anger On the 9th class experience He was go to the other section ,Action A to b But the new girl Not come to the college three months After three months She was arrived from nowhere She was Cut her hair About her shoulder level In that time He was in the section B she was in section a As it was only summer holidays after Temporary classes The 10th the senior students already there they have to attend exam These are the 9th class students coming after summer for Summer classes In the summer classes He was Hindi Section B End sudden dramas going on because of he was angry on her he was not talk to her She was also avoided him But some other day She was talking with the other guy Who was not good guy She already have the ex gf End a spoiled kid On a fine day He saw Her The new girl and The toxic guy At the upstairs to the top of the roof And after 30 minutes they come down He was argued with the toxic guy And shouted on Toxic guy But he gave the false Explanation A lie That they were Friends Who was chatting In past three months Before she coming to the School That Give the gift To her Nothing happened at the top I’m then he Blindly trusted the toxic guy But few days after One of the senior Who was friendly with Him Telling that did you know Do you want a kiss But the he And he said What are you talking. Then the senior Show and pointing a girl Who was none other than The new girl Go to her she will give . He was argued with sr Then the Sr Was a close person to him Telling you might not be wrong I’m not telling that you’re wrong but I show you I go to her and ask her You have to listen From beside the door Then the senior go Directly To the new girl Then she replied yes, that she was kissed the Toxic guy And she was telling that she was enjoyed that then Broke up. But the innocent he was Having a positive opinion On the new girl But He was not able to take that She was not her When he was first meet her Then she was trying to talk with him He avoided her , Then the real 10th class was started He was in The B section After some time She was only talking Him in break hours That you have to come to section a Permanently And some of his friends from section a Also wanted to Him To come to the Section a He has a wonderful memories The 10th class was over But he want to talk end of the day with her In the farewell He straightly directly go to Her To tell what he feels But He does not have guts That he Think What happen In this summer classes About the kiss Between new girl and to Toxic guy. And he changes The topic 2 a funny topic Showing some photo Her Telling so funny And telling her your very beautiful in this Dress and comeback, She does not even know What was true About he’s feelings

Create a visually striking, modern poster illustrating the biblical story of Jonah and the great fish in a bold, cinematic style. The composition should focus on Jonah in the ocean during a storm, with massive waves crashing around him and dark clouds filling the sky. Include dramatic lighting with strong contrast between light and shadow, preferably in a black-and-white or monochrome style for a modern aesthetic. Show Jonah as a small, vulnerable figure in the water, looking overwhelmed but expressive, capturing fear, regret, and reflection. Behind or beneath him, include the giant fish emerging from the depths, large and powerful, but not overly frightening—more symbolic and awe-inspiring. Use motion in the water and dynamic angles to create energy and intensity. Add subtle symbolism, such as light breaking through the clouds or shining underwater, representing God’s presence and hope. Include a secondary scene or faded overlay of Jonah praying inside the fish, with a calm and peaceful mood contrasting the storm. The background should transition from chaos (storm) to calm (light or horizon), symbolizing transformation and redemption. Use clean, modern typography for a title such as “Jonah and the Great Fish” or a short quote like “A Story of Obedience and Second Chances.” Keep the layout balanced, with the main focus centered and text placed clearly without clutter. The overall tone should feel powerful, emotional, and meaningful.

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.”

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tassi Hangbé, la reine rossignol
Sœur jumelle du roi Akaba, Tassi Hangbé, un peu oubliée par l’histoire, est la 5ème reine de la dynastie royale d’Abomey. Littéralement le nom hangbé signifie “la voix de la chanson” en langue fon d’Abomey. Depuis son enfance, celle qui n’était encore qu’une princesse du royaume avait pour passion la musique et chantait remarquablement bien. Avec ses belles chansons, elle égayait chaque soir les réunions entre son père et ses frères. L’histoire révèle même que les soirs où elle était absente, le roi et ses frères envoyaient des serviteurs l’appeler car ne pouvant se passer des douces mélodies de la princesse à qui le sobriquet ” hangbé ” fut donné. Cette appellation deviendra plus tard son nom officiel dans tout le royaume.

La gouvernance de la reine Hangbé
En 1708, alors que le roi Akaba meurt des suites d’une courte maladie pendant la guerre, sa sœur Tassi Hangbé présente à ses côtés décide de de garder le secret de sa mort pour ne pas démoraliser les troupes. Déguisée en son frère, elle prend le commandement de l’armée et mène les combats jusqu’à la victoire finale à Lissèzoun, où elle vainc le royaume de Wémè.
À son retour à Abomey, le fils d’Akaba étant encore trop jeune pour régner, c’est Hangbé qui prend les rênes du royaume du Danxomè. Bien qu’aucune cérémonie officielle n’ait eu lieu, elle portait tous les symboles du pouvoir royal : les sandales sacrées (saloubata), le grand pagne décoré (avotita), la récade (mankpo). Reconnue et respectée comme souveraine, elle était toujours accompagnée du siège et du parasol royal.
Elle recevait de tous le respect dû à son rang mais les réalités phallocratiques du royaume n’ont pas tardé à la rattraper. Le règne d’une femme dérangeait dans un contexte fortement dominé par les hommes. Au palais comme dans le reste du royaume, certains hommes manifestaient ouvertement leur indignation à l’idée de laisser une femme sur le trône de Houégbadja. Subissant complots et tensions familiales, qui lui coûtent notamment l’annulation de son mariage et la perte de deux fils, Hangbè finit par céder le pouvoir à son frère Dossou, intronisé en 1711 sous le nom d’Agadja.
Malgré son règne très court, Tassi Hangbé reste une figure majeure de l’histoire du Danxomè. Proche de son peuple, attachée à la religion et aux arts, elle a surtout marqué son époque en mettant en valeur le rôle des femmes, notamment par la création du corps des Amazones, un héritage restructuré et renforcé par la suite plus tard par le roi Ghézo.

Le combat féministe de la mère des amazones
Selon Damien Mariano Agliti, guide à l’Office de tourisme de la région d’Abomey, « Tassi Hangbé a pris cette initiative pour donner une véritable place aux femmes au sein du royaume ». Son influence ne s’est pas arrêtée à ses quatre années de règne. Même après avoir quitté le trône, Nan Hangbé est restée une haute dignitaire respectée, intervenant activement dans les affaires du royaume — notamment lorsqu’elle s’opposa à son frère qui refusa de retourner le pouvoir au fils d’Akaba une fois celui-ci en âge de régner.Elle a aussi joué un rôle clé dans la reconnaissance des femmes dignitaires, appelées Tassi, facilement identifiables grâce à leurs pagnes souvent posés sur la tête. Aujourd’hui encore, à Abomey, une femme perpétue la tradition de la reine guerrière : elle occupe le trône de Tassi Hangbé, dirige les cultes annuels et veille sur les affaires de la collectivité Hangbé

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?”

HISTORIETA: La Reforma Liberal en México
Portada

Título: La Reforma Liberal: la lucha por el futuro de México
Imagen sugerida: Mapa de México con personajes como Benito Juárez, liberales y conservadores.

Texto:
“A mediados del siglo XIX México enfrentaba crisis económicas, inestabilidad política y conflictos entre grupos que tenían diferentes ideas sobre cómo debía gobernarse el país.”

1. INTRODUCCIÓN Y REVOLUCIÓN DE AYUTLA
Viñeta 1

Narrador:
“A mediados del siglo XIX México no había logrado consolidarse como nación. Existían problemas económicos, políticos y sociales.”

Imagen: Ciudadanos preocupados por la situación del país.

Viñeta 2

Narrador:
“El gobierno de Antonio López de Santa Anna era autoritario y centralista, lo que provocó gran descontento en la población.”

Imagen: Santa Anna gobernando con soldados.

Viñeta 3

Narrador:
“En 1854 varios liberales proclamaron el Plan de Ayutla, cuyo objetivo era destituir a Santa Anna y convocar a un nuevo congreso.”

Personajes:

Juan Álvarez
Ignacio Comonfort
Florencio Villarreal

Diálogo:
“¡Debemos terminar con la dictadura!”

Viñeta 4

Narrador:
“En 1855 el movimiento triunfó y Santa Anna abandonó el país.”

Imagen: Santa Anna huyendo de México.

2. LIBERALES Y CONSERVADORES
Viñeta 1

Narrador:
“Después de la Revolución de Ayutla continuó la lucha entre dos proyectos de nación: liberales y conservadores.”

Viñeta 2

Liberales:
“Queremos una república federal, democrática y con igualdad ante la ley.”

Imagen: Liberales con libros y leyes.

Características:

República federal
Libertad económica
Reformas sociales
Viñeta 3

Conservadores:
“Defendemos un gobierno fuerte y mantener el poder tradicional de la Iglesia.”

Imagen: Iglesia y ejército apoyando a conservadores.

Características:

Gobierno central fuerte
Protección a la Iglesia
Conservación del orden tradicional
Viñeta 4

Narrador:
“Estas diferencias provocaron conflictos políticos y militares en el país.”

3. REFORMA LIBERAL
Viñeta 1

Narrador:
“Tras el triunfo liberal comenzó un proceso de cambios conocido como Reforma Liberal.”

Viñeta 2

Personaje: Benito Juárez

Narrador:
“Los liberales impulsaron leyes para limitar los privilegios de la Iglesia y del ejército.”

Viñeta 3

Leyes principales:

Ley Juárez (1855): eliminó los fueros militar y eclesiástico.
Ley Lerdo (1856): obligó a vender propiedades de la Iglesia.
Ley Iglesias (1857): prohibió cobrar servicios religiosos a los pobres.
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Narrador:
“En 1857 se promulgó una nueva Constitución que estableció libertades y derechos para los ciudadanos.”

Imagen: Congreso firmando la Constitución de 1857.

4. GUERRA DE REFORMA
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Narrador:
“Los conservadores rechazaron la Constitución de 1857 y proclamaron el Plan de Tacubaya.”

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Narrador:
“Esto provocó una guerra civil entre liberales y conservadores.”

Imagen: Batallas entre ambos bandos.

Viñeta 3

Narrador:
“Durante la guerra, Benito Juárez estableció un gobierno liberal y promulgó las Leyes de Reforma en 1859.”

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Narrador:
“En 1860 los liberales triunfaron, consolidando su proyecto político para México.”

FINAL DE LA HISTORIETA

Imagen: Benito Juárez y ciudadanos mexicanos.

Texto final:
“La Reforma Liberal transformó a México al establecer la separación entre Iglesia y Estado, igualdad ante la ley y nuevas bases para el desarrollo del país.”

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