Shoujo Manga Style Manga

Moments later she appeared in the forest. Before the tree. Before the woodcutter. “Greetings, woodcutter,” she said casually. The man turned and smiled. “Greetings, traveler.” He raised his axe slightly in greeting. “Would you like to accept a quest?” Virella tilted her head. “Tell me something first.” The woodcutter blinked. “Yes?” “Where is the wood you’ve gathered?” He hesitated. “Well… the wood I gathered is…” His voice faltered. Virella stepped closer. “Where is your house?” “I… live with my mother and sister…” “And what are their names?” Silence. The woodcutter’s breathing quickened. Virella’s eyes gleamed with faint magic. “When was the last time you brought wood home?” “The last time I—” His voice broke. “How long have you been cutting this tree?” “I have been cutting this tree for…” He froze. Virella leaned close to his ear. “You’ve been cutting this tree for five hundred years.” The man’s face drained of color. “You haven’t moved from this spot.” Her voice grew colder. “You haven’t chopped any wood.” “You haven’t taken anything home.” “Your sister and your mother have been dead for five hundred years.” The world seemed to collapse around him. “You have no home.” She whispered the final truth. “You don’t even have a name.” Memories flooded his mind. A small house. A loving mother. A laughing sister. Cold winter nights. Then darkness. Chains. Magic. Pain. His scream tore through the forest. “No… no this can’t be real… this can’t be real!” His body trembled violently. For a moment— it seemed the enchantment might break. Then he turned back toward the tree. And raised his axe. “I need to gather wood,” he muttered weakly. “My family needs it for the winter.” Kaelis watched from the mirror, tears falling. Virella smiled faintly. “Then live in ignorance for another five hundred years.” She turned away. “The god who destroyed your life doesn’t even remember you.” Her voice faded as she disappeared. “And neither will I.” In color
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.”
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
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
Crossfire Hearts follows Riku Hayase, a talented but emotionally burnt‑out FPS player, and Miyu Aoyama, a gentle, isolated girl who finds comfort in MMORPGs. Their worlds collide when they meet inside Eternal Realms, where Riku plays as the swift, deadly ranger Crossfire, and Miyu plays as the luminous healer LunaVale. What begins as a simple dungeon run slowly becomes a bond neither expected. As they grow closer, their in‑game partnership becomes a lifeline for both of them. Riku rediscovers joy after competitive burnout, while Miyu finds someone who listens, understands, and never judges her. Their first real‑life meeting is awkward, sweet, and life‑changing — the moment their online connection becomes something real. But their relationship is tested by Obsidian Crown, a rival guild led by the cold strategist Blackthorn and the obsessive assassin NightReaver, who fixates on Miyu and targets Riku out of jealousy. Guild wars, PvP duels, and server‑wide conflicts push Riku and Miyu to fight side by side, strengthening their bond even as real‑life pressures mount. Miyu’s strict home life becomes the greatest obstacle. Her mother disapproves of gaming, isolates her, and eventually cuts her off entirely. The emotional distance nearly breaks them — Miyu feels trapped, Riku feels helpless, and their worlds begin to drift apart. But they refuse to let go. Riku confronts her mother, Miyu stands up for herself, and their friends rally around them. The final arc brings everything full circle: Riku competes in the world esports championship while Moonlight Vanguard races Obsidian Crown to defeat the expansion’s final raid boss, the Eclipse Sovereign. Both battles mirror each other — pressure, teamwork, trust, and the fear of losing what matters most. Riku wins the championship. Moonlight Vanguard clears the raid first. And in front of a roaring crowd, Riku and Miyu finally confess their love openly — not as Crossfire and LunaVale, but as themselves. The story ends years later, with the two living together, still gaming side by side, still partners in every world they share.
Capítulo 1: O Último Amanhã O céu de Tokyo estava tingido de vermelho e laranja à medida que o sol se punha, suas cores vibrantes contrastando com o frio cortante da noite. As ruas da metrópole vibravam com a energia das gangues que a dominavam, cada uma cultivando técnicas de combate e cultivação que os tornavam temidos e respeitados. Nem muito abaixo e nem muito acima de todos eles estava Ryuu Kaito, o lendário Dragão Azul. Mesmo com apenas 15 anos, ele já havia recebido o título de líder imbatível e se consolidado como uma das figuras mais poderosas de Tokyo. Seus olhos amarelos refletiam a luz dos letreiros de neon espalhados pelas ruas, e seus cabelos roxos esvoaçavam com o vento noturno. Suas mãos, sempre quentes com o fogo de seu espírito inabalável, estavam cruzadas enquanto ele observava a cidade do alto de uma antiga catedral. Ao seu lado, seu irmão Takeshi, de cabelos pretos, permanecia em silêncio, encarando o horizonte com uma expressão carregada de preocupação. O vento soprou forte, espalhando os cartazes e papéis de anúncios rasgados pelo chão da cidade. Em meio ao silêncio que precede a tempestade, um rugido distante reverberou no ar, fazendo cada célula do corpo de Kaito se alertar. Então, o céu escureceu de forma anormal. As nuvens que antes refletiam a última luz do dia foram engolidas por uma treva densa, como se a própria noite tivesse sido antecipada. Raios negros cortaram o céu, e um portal colossal se abriu, rasgando a realidade como se fosse uma ferida viva. A cidade parou. Os habitantes, acostumados à violência das gangues e às batalhas de poder, nunca haviam sentido uma pressão tão avassaladora.
Morning light crept through the curtains and brushed across my face. I groaned softly and rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling. My room was quiet except for the faint hum of my computer. “…Huh?” I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed, my hair messy from sleep. Something felt different. My mind slowly began to wake up. “What even happened yesterday…?” I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees, trying to piece things together. Then it hit me. The restaurant. The conversation. Her. I could still remember the way the evening felt — calm, easy… surprisingly nice. “Being with her was actually… really nice.” I scratched the back of my head, staring at the floor. Then my eyes widened slightly. “Wait…” I froze. “I never got her number.” A quiet sigh escaped me as I leaned back on the bed. “Well… that’s just great.” The rest of the day passed slowly. Before long I found myself sitting at my desk, controller in hand, playing games like usual. The glow of the monitor lit up the room while the hours quietly slipped by. Match after match. Win, lose, repeat. Eventually I got hungry. I wandered into the kitchen, grabbing something quick to eat before heading back to my room. Later in the afternoon I went out to the gym, lifting weights and trying to clear my mind. Music played in my headphones while the rhythm of reps and sets helped pass the time. Still… every now and then my thoughts drifted back to yesterday. Her smile. Her voice. It was strange. We had only just met… but the memory kept replaying in my head. After the gym I headed home again, tossing my bag onto the floor of my room and collapsing into my chair. “Man…” I stretched my arms. “What are the chances I ever see her again?” Memories of her pop up. Right as I picked up my phone— Buzz. A notification lit up the screen. I frowned slightly and picked it up. Then my eyes widened. It was a message. And somehow… It was from her. My heart skipped. “…Wait.” I stared at the screen again to make sure I wasn’t imagining it. A slow smile spread across my face. “…I guess I am seeing her again."
Chapter Intro: The seal is broken. The Rift stirs. Deep within the void, a presence awakens — ancient and furious. The Riftborn King, long dormant, has opened his eye. As the Hidden Leaf regroups, Team 0 is summoned to a secret chamber beneath the Hokage Tower. There, the truth behind the Hoshigan, Isaiah’s mutation, and the Riftborn’s obsession with their bloodlines is finally revealed. Scene 1: Descent into Secrets Interior panel: A spiral staircase winds deep beneath the Hokage Tower. The walls are carved with ancient symbols. Torches flicker with blue flame. - Shawn: Cloaked in black, his white fox mask with red markings clipped to his belt. His face is calm, with sharp cheekbones and a faint scar beneath his right eye. His 3-Tomoe Hoshigan glows with a fourth mark forming — a black diamond at the center. The obsidian-forged sword rests across his back, humming with gravitational energy. - Jaden: His long, flowing black hair cascades down his back, tied loosely at the base. He wears a black shinobi robe with a red flame crest on the chest, one sleeve torn to reveal his muscular left arm. His Byakugan is dormant but alert, and his black gloves are worn from battle. - Isaiah: Towering and broad-shouldered, his dark skin is marked with faint black veins from his mutation. His dreadlocks are tied back, and his jagged fur-lined cloak drapes over a cream-colored combat tunic. A kunai spins slowly in his right hand, his eyes scanning every shadow. Hokage (gravely): “This vault predates the village. It holds the truth behind your powers.” Kuroda (to Shawn): “Your eye didn’t awaken by chance. It was chosen — by something older than chakra itself.” Scene 2: The Memory Stone A massive crystal floats in the center of the chamber, pulsing with violet light. As Shawn steps forward, his Hoshigan reacts — the fourth mark completes with a flash. Shawn (wincing, voice strained): “It’s… calling me.” He reaches out. The moment his fingers touch the stone, a surge of energy floods the room. Time freezes. Jaden and Isaiah are suspended mid-step, their expressions locked in concern. Scene 3: The Riftborn King Revealed Shawn is pulled into a vision. He stands in a shattered world — skies torn open, stars bleeding. A throne of bone and obsidian looms ahead. Upon it sits the Riftborn King — a towering figure with six arms, a jagged crystal crown, and a massive Hoshigan embedded in his chest. Riftborn King (voice like thunder): “You wear my legacy, child. My eye. My curse.” Shawn (steady, eyes glowing): “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: The Eye Evolves Back in the chamber, time resumes. Shawn stumbles back, breathing hard. His Hoshigan now bears a fourth tomoe — a black diamond spinning at the center. Jaden (rushing forward, long hair flowing): “Shawn! What happened?!” His Byakugan activates instantly, veins bulging at his temples. He scans Shawn’s chakra network — it’s swirling, unstable, like a storm inside a bottle. Isaiah (stepping in, dreadlocks swaying): “Your chakra… it’s not yours anymore.” His mutation pulses in response, black veins glowing faintly beneath his skin. Shawn (voice low, eyes burning): “I saw him. The Riftborn King. He’s coming.” Scene 5: The King’s Herald The chamber trembles. A Riftborn sigil burns into the air. A voice echoes from the stone. Riftborn Voice (disembodied): “The King rises. The Eye will return. And the world will kneel.” The sigil vanishes. Silence falls. 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 before the glowing memory stone. - Shawn: Cloak fluttering, Hoshigan gleaming with four tomoe. His obsidian blade hums with power. - Jaden: Long hair flowing, Byakugan fully active, lightning crackling at his fingertips. - Isaiah: Dreadlocks wild, mutation coiled like a shadow beast behind him, kunai in hand. Narration box: The King has awakened. The Eye has remembered. And the war for reality has begun.
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.
"Цахим Сүүдэр" Хуудас 1: Нууцлаг шүтэн бишрэгч * Дүр зураг: Сарнай өөрийн инстаграмдаа кофе ууж буй зургаа оруулна. Төд удалгүй "Сүүдэр" гэх нэртэй хаягнаас зурвас ирнэ. * Текст: "Чиний өнөөдрийн өмссөн ягаан цамц чамд үнэхээр зохиж байна, Сарнай. Тэр кофе шоп чиний дуртай газар уу?" * Сарнай: (Гайхаж) "Энэ хэн бэ? Би хаана байгаагаа бичээгүй шүү дээ..." Хуудас 2: Мөрдөлт даамжрах нь * Дүр зураг: Сарнайг гэртээ харихад утсанд нь зурвас ирсээр байна. "Чиний цонхны гэрэл асаалттай байна. Сайхан амраарай." Сарнай айж, хөшгөө хааж буйг харуулна. * Текст: Тэр миний хаана амьдардгийг мэддэг юм уу? Энэ зүгээр нэг тоглоом биш байна! Хуудас 3: Сувдаас тусламж хүсэх нь * Дүр зураг: Сарнай сургууль дээрээ Сувдтай уулзаж, утсаа үзүүлнэ. Сувд зурвасуудыг хараад царай нь нухацтай болно. * Сувд: "Сарнай, энэ бол цахим мөрдөлт (Cyberstalking). Чи зураг оруулахдаа байршлаа (Geotag) санамсаргүй асаачихсан байна." Хуудас 4: Дижитал мөрийг илрүүлэх нь * Дүр зураг: Сувд Сарнайн сошиал тохиргоог шалгана. Сарнай өмнө нь өөрийнхөө гэрийн гаднах зураг, сургуулийнхаа нэрийг ил тод тавьсан байсныг Сувд олж харна. * Сувд: "Хакерууд болон гаж донтонгууд чиний оруулсан жижигхэн деталиудаас бүтэн дүр зураг гаргаж чаддаг юм." Хуудас 5: Дарамт шахалт * Дүр зураг: Гэнэт "Сүүдэр" гэх этгээд Сарнайн хувийн чат руу түүний найзуудтайгаа ярьсан нууц ярианы скриншотыг явуулна. * Текст: "Хэрэв надтай уулзахгүй бол би энэ бүгдийг нийтэд дэлгэнэ шүү!" * Сарнай: (Уйлж) "Тэр миний хаяг руу нэвтэрчихэж! Би яах вэ?" Хуудас 6: Сувдын төлөвлөгөө * Дүр зураг: Сувд Сарнайг тайвшруулж, компьютерийнхээ ард сууж ажиллаж эхэлнэ. * Сувд: "Битгий ай, Сарнай. Бид түүний хүслээр явахгүй. Юун түрүүнд бүх нууц үгээ сольж, 2 шатлалт баталгаажуулалт хийх хэрэгтэй. Дараа нь түүнийг барих баримт цуглуулна." Хуудас 7: Баримтжуулалт ба Блок * Дүр зураг: Сувд бүх заналхийлсэн зурвасуудыг баримтжуулан хадгалж, цагдаагийн цахим гэмт хэрэгтэй тэмцэх хэлтэс рүү илгээнэ. * Текст: "Хэзээ ч заналхийлэгчтэй харилцан яриа бүү хий. Түүнийг блок хийж, хуулийн байгууллагад хандах хэрэгтэй." Хуудас 8: Гэмт этгээдийг илрүүлэв * Дүр зураг: Цагдаа нар IP хаягаар нь мөрдөж, гэмт этгээдийг баривчилж буйг харуулна. Тэр нь Сарнайн таньдаггүй, зүгээр л цахим орчинд бусдыг ангуучилдаг нэгэн байв. * Текст: "Чи ганцаараа биш. Цахим орчинд ч хууль үйлчилдэг юм." Хуудас 9: Аюулгүй байдал бол эрх чөлөө * Дүр зураг: Сарнай, Сувд хоёр инээмсэглэн алхаж байна. Сарнай утсаа гаргаж ирснээ буцаагаад цүнхэндээ хийнэ. * Сарнай: "Би одоо юуг нийтэлж болох, юуг нууцлах ёстойгоо мэддэг болсон. Миний хувийн мэдээлэл бол миний цайз." * Сувд: "Тийм ээ, ухаалаг хэрэглээ л чамайг хамгаална."
A weary male figure in his late 20s, messy and unkempt dark hair, prominent dark circles under sunken eyes, a gaunt face with a stubble, wearing a tattered dark trench coat over a high-collared black tactical outfit, a melancholic and detached expression. A young woman with a radiant face, sparkling eyes, a warm and gentle smile, long flowing hair, wearing a soft pastel-colored cardigan over a simple white dress, holding an umbrella in one hand and reaching out with the other, an expression of pure kindness. A man with sharp facial features and a stern gaze, wearing a classic brown trench coat, a tailored suit underneath, a fedora hat slightly tilted, holding a thick file and a lit cigarette between his fingers, looking intensely focused. A young man with a focused and reliable look, messy short hair, wearing a loose hoodie and a leather jacket, sitting behind the wheel of a sports car, glancing back over his shoulder with a knowing and serious expression. A weary man with a dark coat standing alone in a rainy city street at night, looking dejected. A young woman with a bright smile walks up to him, holding an umbrella over both of them and offering a warm blanket. He looks at her with surprise and hesitation. A tired-looking man in a dark trench coat running through a dark alleyway, looking over his shoulder. Behind him, a detective in a suit and hat is pursuing, shining a flashlight and holding up a police badge, his face determined. Two young men rushing towards a sleek car parked in a back alley. The protagonist, looking exhausted, is being helped into the passenger seat by his friend, who is dressed in a hoodie. The friend has a serious expression and is looking back to check for pursuers. Inside a simple, warm apartment. A young woman is gently tending to a small cut on the hand of the weary-looking protagonist, who is sitting at her kitchen table. He watches her work with a conflicted expression, his true identity hidden.
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.
Панель 1 (большая, верхняя, 1/4 страницы) Крупный план: поздний вечер, дождь. Девушка лет 17–18 (длинные мокрые чёрные волосы, школьная форма, глаза красные от слёз) стоит на пустой платформе станции. В руке она сжимает один-единственный билет. Текст: «Сегодня я наконец уеду отсюда… навсегда.» Панель 2 (маленькая) Камера чуть дальше. Она поднимает взгляд на электронное табло. Надпись на табло: «Последний поезд — 23:59 → В Никуда» Текст: «…в Никуда?» Панель 3 (средняя) Она смотрит на билет. На нём написано только одно слово: «Домой». Её пальцы дрожат. Панель 4 (узкая вертикальная) Вспышка воспоминаний — чёрно-белая: она ссорится с мамой, хлопает дверью, кричит «Я вас всех ненавижу!» Панель 5 (средняя) Настоящее. Девушка закрывает глаза. По щеке катится слеза, смешиваясь с дождём. Текст: «Если я сяду… я правда никогда не вернусь?» Панель 6 (большая, динамичная) Поезд появляется из темноты. Яркий свет фар освещает её лицо. Поезд выглядит старым, почти призрачным, вагоны будто из 90-х. Звук: «Тц-тц-тц-тц…» (стук колёс) Панель 7 (очень маленькая, почти чёрная) Крупный план — её рука протягивает билет контролёру, которого почти не видно в тени. Только силуэт контролёра и его рука, принимающая билет. Панель 8 (самая большая, нижняя, почти полстраницы — кульминация) Двери поезда закрываются. Девушка уже внутри, смотрит в окно на удаляющуюся платформу. В отражении окна мы видим, как на платформе стоит… она сама. Та же девушка, но младше, лет 12, в той же форме, с рюкзаком, и смотрит ей вслед с грустной улыбкой. Текст (маленький, внизу): «Спасибо, что наконец пришла забрать меня домой… …себя из прошлого.» Финальная надпись внизу страницы (маленькими буквами): Конец.
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.
‎Katsuki used to wear his scars with pride, like a trophy - because they were something to be proud of. It meant that he survived every harsh battle he's fought, and his marked body was a reflection of that. He's never thought that his scars made him look worse - infact, he thought they made him look badass. He always wanted some cool ass scars. ‎ ‎But now? When he's 22 years old and nearly every inch of his body was marked by some kind of scar? Oh god, he's never hated himself more. ‎ ‎He looked at himself in the mirror. Like, actually looked at himself. For a good 10 minutes, just blankly staring at his almost naked body. And that's when he realized, he was fucking disgusting. ‎ ‎His scars weren't scars of victory, they were marks of failure. His negligence of not being able to keep himself safe. And now that he's realized that, he thinks it drags him down. He's ugly, disgusting, and filthy - for sure. ‎ ‎His scars make him look ugly. The bakugo Katsuki, being marked all over. Other heroes barely had any scars, so why does he have them? It just shows how goddamn weak he is. ‎ ‎He can't even recognize his body anymore. ‎ ‎Even his face is scarred. So no matter how much he tried to hide his body by wear his winter hero costume despite it being hot as fuck and no matter how many times he covered his arms whenever his costume, his face was something he couldn't exactly hide. ‎ ‎But he still did anything to keep his body hidden. Even from you. The goddamn love of his life. His partner. ‎ ‎Anytime he had to get changed, even as much as just changing his shirt, he made sure you were out of the room and couldn't look at him - which was weird, because he usually loved flexing his body to you. He always got uncomfortable when you tried to trace his scars, constantly thinking that you're just pretending to make him feel loved. ‎ ‎- ‎ ‎Katsuki was living at your apartment for a few days since his own was getting renovated. He just came back from patrol, already having a crappy day because his sleeve got ripped during a villain fight and yet again, his scars were on display for everyone to see. He grumbled under his breath as he stormed into your room, grabbing the hem of his shirt to take off. ‎ ‎"Get out. I'm changing." ‎ ‎He demanded harshly, not even bothering to look at you - and just like always, he's commanding you to get out just so you wouldn't see his filthy body.
Comic Title: The 5-Year Ping Theme: A story of high latency, hidden processes, and a final successful connection. Part 1: The Legacy Code (School Days) Visual: A split screen. On the left, Class 11, the boy looking at her across a classroom. On the right, The Last Day of School, the boy holding a letter, standing next to her empty chair. Caption: "The script was written years ago, but the environment was never stable enough to hit 'Run'." Dialogue (Boy's thoughts): “I waited for the perfect moment... but the perfect moment was a ghost.” Part 2: The Debugging Phase (College Years) Visual: Panels showing the chaos of 1st and 2nd year. Panel A: The crowded college bus with "Talkative Friends" as blurred background noise. Panel B (The Dare): The boy on the phone, sweating, asking her for "crush advice" while his friends laugh in the background. Panel C (The Fake Photo): The boy showing her a photo of a random girl on his phone. The girl looks interested, but the boy’s heart is shown as a "broken link" icon. Caption: "Sometimes, to protect the system, you have to run a decoy." Part 3: The 3rd Year Transition (The Near Miss) Theme: The broken logic of a missed opportunity. Visual 1: The golden hour light hitting the college main gate. The crowd of students is thinning out. The boy catches up to the girl just as she’s about to exit. Dialogue: * Boy: "Are you heading home right now?" Girl (turning with a smile): "Yeah, just leaving. Are you coming along?" Visual 2: A close-up of the boy’s face—a mix of conflict and regret. In the background, he sees his teammates or the work he has to finish, realizing he can't walk with her today. Dialogue: Boy: "I... I have to finish some work before I head out. I can’t join you today. You go ahead." Girl: "Oh, okay! Don't work too hard. See you!" Visual 3: A wide shot of the boy standing completely still by the gate as her figure shrinks into the distance. The long shadow of the college gate stretches toward him. Dialogue (The Internal Monologue): Boy (whispering): "Go home safely..." Caption: "A request was sent, but the path was blocked by circumstance. Status: 404 - Opportunity Not Found." Part 4: The Execution (The Night Call) Visual: A beautiful night scene. On one side of the page, the boy is walking under a single golden streetlight, phone to his ear. On the other side, the girl is tucked in her room, surrounded by books, smiling. Dialogue (1.5 hours in): * Girl: "So... be honest. Do you even talk to that crush of yours anymore?" Boy (Shaking, close-up on his face): "Actually... I'm talking to her right this second." Part 5: The "Loading" State Visual: A full-page spread. The girl’s face is a mix of shock and a deep, rising blush. Behind her, a faint, glowing "Loading... 99%" bar appears. Dialogue: Girl: "I... I can't process this much data at once." Boy: "I waited five years for the server to respond. I can wait a few more days for you." Final Visual: The boy looking up at the moon in the mountains (foreshadowing your Himachal trip). Closing Caption: "The connection is finally established. Status: Happy." Creative Elements to Include: Color Palette: Use cool blues and greys for the "missed" years, and shift into warm oranges and pinks for the phone call scene. The Symbol: Use the flower you mentioned (the one that bloomed 3 years ago) as a recurring symbol in the corners of the pages. The "God" Motif: In the background of the college scenes, you could have a small, subtle "halo" over the boy whenever she’s looking at him, showing how she admires him.
📖 CRÔNICAS DOS REINOS ENTRELAÇADOS Volume 1 — Capítulo 1: O Céu Quebrado 20 páginas 🌓 PÁGINAS 1–2 (Splash Dupla) Arte: O céu literalmente rachando. Uma fissura colossal corta as nuvens. Três cores irradiam da fenda: verde, laranja, violeta. Silhuetas quase invisíveis nas nuvens: A Árvore-Mãe O Coração de Ferro Uma torre distante em Nocturne Narração: “Toda era termina da mesma forma. Primeiro… o céu se parte.” 🌓 PÁGINA 3 Quadros fragmentados, como vidro quebrado. Floresta queimando. Engrenagens esmagando corpos. Mãos esqueléticas emergindo do chão. Sem texto. 🌓 PÁGINA 4 Close no protagonista correndo em um vazio branco. Uma voz ecoa: “Você viu.” 🌓 PÁGINA 5 Ele para. O chão se transforma em raízes negras. Outra voz, metálica: “Você criou.” 🌓 PÁGINA 6 Sussurro grave: “Você libertou.” Três sombras o cercam. 🌓 PÁGINA 7 Ele acorda bruscamente. Respiração pesada. Suor. Quarto simples. Madrugada. Silêncio pesado. 🌓 PÁGINA 8 Ele percebe algo na mão. Um fragmento cristalino, pulsando nas três cores. Pequeno. Antigo. Ele não sabe de onde veio. 🌓 PÁGINA 9 Ele tenta largar o fragmento. Não consegue. Por um segundo, o quarto escurece. 🌓 PÁGINA 10 Corte externo. A vila dorme. Mas o céu pisca brevemente com as três cores. Ninguém parece notar. 🌓 PÁGINA 11 Manhã. Mercado simples. Pessoas comentam: “Os animais ficaram agitados ontem.” “Senti um peso estranho no ar.” O protagonista observa em silêncio. 🌓 PÁGINA 12 Um velho viajante encara o protagonista fixamente. Ele aponta para o fragmento. “Você também viu?” 🌓 PÁGINA 13 Close no velho. “A Eclipse das Almas não é mito.” Ele menciona três reinos: Eldoria Ferronis Nocturne 🌓 PÁGINA 14 O protagonista pergunta: “O que é isso?” O velho responde: “É o começo… ou o erro.” 🌓 PÁGINA 15 O fragmento esquenta. O velho se afasta, assustado. 🌓 PÁGINA 16 O protagonista vê por um segundo: A Árvore-Mãe chorando seiva negra. Pisca. Volta ao normal. 🌓 PÁGINA 17 Visão rápida: O Coração de Ferro abrindo um “olho” mecânico. Pisca. Desaparece. 🌓 PÁGINA 18 Visão final: Um selo rachando em Nocturne. Algo respira atrás dele. 🌓 PÁGINA 19 O fragmento se eleva levemente no ar. Forma um símbolo antigo. Pessoas ao redor não veem. Só ele vê. 🌓 PÁGINA 20 (Splash Final) O céu acima da vila racha por um segundo. Muito sutil. Mas real. Narração final: “O destino não escolhe heróis. Ele escolhe pontos de ruptura.” Preto. 🎭 Função do Capítulo Introduzir o mistério. Conectar protagonista aos três reinos. Estabelecer que algo já foi iniciado. Criar sensação de inevitabilidade. Nada foi explicado completamente. E isso é intencional. Mistério bem feito é tensão sustentada.
El auto viejo que no quería trabajar En el fondo del galpón del campo había un auto viejo, de esos que alguna vez fueron orgullosos y brillantes cuando eran nuevos, pero que ahora estaban cubiertos de un polvo tan grueso que parecía harina. Todos lo llamaban “Silencio”, el auto. Cada mañana el ogro pasaba por delante, lo miraba y decía: —Che auto… ¿hoy querés arrancar? Y el auto respondía con un ruido que parecía un abuelo: —No… ay, no… déjenme dormir… El papá escuchó eso y se largó a reír. —Parece que se queja como si fuera un sueño eterno. —Y sí —dijo la vaca—, vive acostado. Pero ese día el ogro tenía que mover unas cajas enormes. —¡Auto, por favor! ¡Un empujoncito nomás! Y el auto respondió con el esfuerzo más falso del mundo: —¡Ay, no! ¡Me duele la batería! El Sapo Aldo se acercó, lo tocó con un dedo y quedó lleno de polvo. —¡Ay, parezco un churro! —gritó, estallando de risa. —Bueno —dijo la vaca—, habrá que limpiarlo un poco antes de encenderlo. Fue entonces cuando apareció el gato, caminando con la aspiradora detrás como si fuera su mascota favorita. —¡Acá vengo a salvar el día! —dijo levantando la cola. La aspiradora venía rodando, torpe, chocando todo: boom boom boom boom. Cuando la encendieron, empezó a aspirar tan fuerte que el gato salió volando hacia atrás. —¡Me dejó el pelo como nube! —dijo con los bigotes apuntando para todos lados. El auto, molesto por el ruido, murmuró: —Ay, qué escándalo… ¡yo quería dormir! —¡Dormir nada! —dijo el ogro—. ¡A trabajar! Los sapos empezaron a empujar por atrás, la vaca ayudó con la nariz, el gato tiraba de la manija de la puerta… pero el auto ni se movía. —Está haciendo capricho —dijo la vaca. El auto, ofendido, hizo sonar la bocina. Y el Sapo Pepe se rió tan fuerte que casi se cae de espalda: —¡Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja! De repente, el pato llegó corriendo. —¿Qué hacen? —Tratamos de que el auto trabaje. —¿Probaste preguntarle qué quiere? —dijo el pato, como si fuese profesor. El ogro suspiró y se agachó frente al paragolpes. —Bueno, auto… ¿qué querés? El auto respondió bajito: —Yo quiero que me laven… Todos se quedaron en silencio. Pepe murmuró: —¿Este auto está pidiendo un baño? —Sí —dijo Aldo—. Y yo pensé que yo era el complicado. Entonces todos se pusieron a trabajar. La vaca trajo agua, los sapos frotaban las ruedas, el gato dirigía la aspiradora que hacía fiiiiuuu y luego limpiaba los vidrios mientras cantaba. Cuando terminaron, el auto quedó brillante, como nuevo. El gato lo miró y dijo: —¡Epa! ¡Ahora parece un auto último modelo! El auto se acomodó, orgulloso. —Bueno… ahora sí podemos trabajar. El ogro giró la llave y el motor arrancó con tanta energía que los sapos salieron saltando: —¡Ah! ¡Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja! ¡Nos asustó! El auto no solo quiso trabajar, sino que se fue manejando solito hasta quedar al lado de las cajas. —Che —dijo la vaca—, al final el auto solo necesitaba cariño. —Y un baño —dijo el pato. —Y una aspiradora loca —agregó el gato, riéndose. Todos quedaron contentos, y el auto, feliz, tocó la bocina con agradecimiento: —Bim, bim, bim, bim, bim. Y colorín colorado, este cuento se ha acabado.
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. Viñeta 4 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 Viñeta 1 Narrador: “Los conservadores rechazaron la Constitución de 1857 y proclamaron el Plan de Tacubaya.” Viñeta 2 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.” Viñeta 4 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.”
Langit masih ingat hari pertama ia bertemu Putri. Hujan turun deras di kampung halaman mereka. Saat itu, ia baru saja pindah dari kota bersama orang tuanya. Anak-anak desa agak enggan mendekati bocah baru itu—terlalu pendiam, terlalu canggung. Tapi tidak dengan Putri. “Namamu siapa?” “...Langit.” “Bagus. Aku Putri. Ayo main!” Begitu saja, tanpa banyak basa-basi, Putri menarik tangan Langit dan membawanya ke tengah hujan. Mereka bermain lumpur, membuat sungai kecil dari aliran air, dan tertawa hingga langit berhenti menangis. Sejak hari itu, mereka tak terpisahkan. Tahun-tahun berlalu, dan mereka tetap dekat. Dari SD sampai sekarang di SMA. Mereka punya tempat rahasia di tengah hutan dekat rumah kakek Langit—sebuah batu besar di samping sungai, di mana mereka sering membayangkan jadi penjelajah, pemburu naga, atau bahkan penjaga dunia. Namun, SMA membuat segalanya... berbeda. Mereka masih bersama, tapi kini ada rasa asing yang tumbuh diam-diam. Langit mulai sadar ia sering mencuri pandang saat Putri tertawa. Putri juga merasa jantungnya berdebar aneh setiap Langit memujinya, meski hanya soal tugas sekolah. Tapi keduanya memilih diam. Mereka takut. Takut kehilangan kenyamanan yang sudah bertahun-tahun mereka miliki. Liburan panjang akhirnya tiba. Langit mengajak Putri ke kampungnya, seperti dulu. Kakek Langit sudah lama tinggal sendiri, dan mereka sudah berjanji akan mengunjunginya lagi saat liburan datang. “Tempat kita masih ada gak ya?” tanya Putri di perjalanan. “Kalau belum tumbang dimakan waktu sih, masih. Kita bisa cek besok,” jawab Langit sambil tersenyum kecil. Di malam hari, mereka duduk di beranda rumah kayu, menatap bintang. Suasana hening, nyaman... dan menggantung. Putri ingin bilang sesuatu. Begitu juga Langit. Tapi tak satu pun dari mereka berani membuka suara lebih dulu. Esok harinya, mereka masuk hutan. Namun saat mereka menemukan jalan menuju tempat bermain dulu, mereka malah melihat sesuatu yang aneh: sebuah gubuk yang tak pernah ada sebelumnya. Terlihat tua, ditelan akar dan dedaunan, tapi... utuh. Seperti menunggu seseorang. Mereka saling pandang. “Kamu juga liat, kan?” “Iya... harusnya di situ cuma ada batu besar.” Rasa penasaran lebih kuat dari rasa takut. Mereka masuk. Dan di situlah mereka melihatnya: sebuah buku besar tergeletak di atas altar batu. Tidak berdebu. Tidak kotor. Seolah baru saja ditaruh. Langit mendekat. “Putri... kamu lihat ini?” Putri mengangguk. Mereka mendekat bersamaan. Saat Langit menyentuh buku itu—halaman terbuka sendiri, mengeluarkan cahaya putih menyilaukan. Mereka berteriak. Dunia berguncang. Lalu semuanya gelap.
Ms. Aisyah walked slowly between the desks. “One of Freud’s followers, Carl Jung, disagreed with him.” “What did he change?” Mei Ling asked. “Jung said the unconscious isn’t just personal,” she explained. “He believed in a collective unconscious.” The class looked confused. “It means,” she continued, “humans share universal memories and symbols — called archetypes.” “Like heroes? Mothers? Villains?” Amir asked. “Exactly!” she smiled. “Jung moved beyond just sexual instincts and focused on shared human experiences.”Ms. Aisyah erased the board and wrote in big letters: INFERIORITY “Alfred Adler believed people are driven by the need to overcome feelings of inferiority.” “Not hidden desires?” Farah asked. “No. He believed we strive for superiority — to improve ourselves.” She continued, “He also created birth order theory.” “Firstborns?” someone whispered. “Yes. Firstborns may become overachievers. Middle children competitive. Youngest children may feel less responsible.” “But is it proven?” Amir asked. Ms. Aisyah smiled knowingly. “Research shows birth order has very little effect on personality. But Adler’s idea about striving for improvement remains influential.”The class was now fully awake. “Karen Horney strongly disagreed with Freud’s ideas about women,” Ms. Aisyah said firmly. “She replaced ‘penis envy’ with something different.” The class shifted awkwardly. “She argued that what truly matters is basic anxiety.” “What’s that?” Mei Ling asked. “It’s the anxiety children feel when they are small in a big, powerful world.” She showed a photo of a child sitting alone at a beach. “Children cope with anxiety in different ways — by moving toward people, against people, or away from people.” “So personality comes from insecurity?” Farah asked. “Partly. Horney believed poor childhood security leads to unhealthy relationship patterns.”Finally, Ms. Aisyah wrote: Life Span Development “Erik Erikson agreed with Freud that childhood matters,” she said, “but he believed development continues throughout life.” “Not just childhood?” Amir asked. “No. Erikson created eight psychosocial stages — from infancy to old age.” She drew a timeline across the board. “Each stage involves a social conflict. Trust vs mistrust. Identity vs role confusion. And so on.” “So it’s more social than sexual?” Mei Ling asked. “Exactly.”Ms. Aisyah leaned against her desk. “So what did the Neo-Freudians do?” Silence. Then Amir spoke carefully. “They kept Freud’s idea of the unconscious… but focused more on social relationships?” Ms. Aisyah beamed. “Yes. They moved away from sexual instincts and emphasized culture, relationships, anxiety, personal growth, and lifelong development.” The bell rang loudly. As the students packed their bags, Farah whispered, “Poor Freud. Everyone changed his theory.” Ms. Aisyah laughed softly. “That’s how psychology grows.” She erased the board slowly, leaving only one word behind: Evolution.
# **SILENT SEASONS** ## COMPLETE STORY SUMMARY — ALL 30 CHAPTERS *A quiet, character-driven manga about guilt, communication, separation, and choosing to stay.* --- ### **CHAPTER 1 — THE SOUND OF NOTHING** Aki Mori lives wrapped in silence, avoiding the world with empty headphones. Hana Kurosawa transfers into his class, using a notebook and sign language. Her presence awakens memories Aki has buried. ### **CHAPTER 2 — WORDS BETWEEN PAGES** Aki and Hana begin communicating through writing in the school library. Silence becomes shared rather than isolating. A fragile connection forms. ### **CHAPTER 3 — HANDS THAT TREMBLE** Hana teaches Aki basic sign language. Aki struggles but keeps trying, showing effort instead of avoidance for the first time. ### **CHAPTER 4 — ECHOES** Flashbacks reveal Aki bullied a deaf girl as a child. His shame explains his fear of speaking and closeness. ### **CHAPTER 5 — DISTANCE ON PURPOSE** Aki begins pulling away from Hana, believing he doesn’t deserve her kindness. Hana notices but doesn’t force him. ### **CHAPTER 6 — A QUESTION LEFT UNANSWERED** Hana asks if she did something wrong. Aki cannot respond, deepening the emotional gap. --- ### **CHAPTER 7 — THE SHAPE OF AN APOLOGY** Aki confesses his past to Hana in writing, admitting his guilt without asking for forgiveness. ### **CHAPTER 8 — I AM NOT HER** Hana responds honestly: she is not the person Aki hurt, but she understands that pain. They remain together, cautiously. ### **CHAPTER 9 — RUMORS** School gossip puts pressure on Hana and Aki. Their quiet bond becomes exposed. ### **CHAPTER 10 — RAIN** Misunderstandings push them apart. A rainy evening ends with Aki returning Hana’s dropped notebook, choosing not to disappear. ### **CHAPTER 11 — STAY** At a summer festival, Aki removes his headphones and signs his feelings imperfectly. Hana asks him to stay. ### **CHAPTER 12 — SPRING, QUIETLY** Aki speaks aloud for the first time, a simple greeting. They walk forward together, changed but unfinished. --- ### **CHAPTER 13 — OUTSIDE VOICES** Hana joins a deaf community group, finding confidence beyond Aki. Their world begins to expand. ### **CHAPTER 14 — UNSAID THINGS** The notebook fails them. Assumptions replace communication, creating quiet tension. ### **CHAPTER 15 — WHO ARE YOU?** Hana asks Aki who he is without apologizing. The question shakes him deeply. ### **CHAPTER 16 — BREAKING QUIET** They decide to take time apart, understanding distance may be necessary to grow. --- ### **CHAPTER 17 — SEPARATE ROOMS** Aki and Hana live parallel lives. Silence returns, but it feels different—emptier. ### **CHAPTER 18 — LEARNING TO LISTEN** Aki learns that listening requires action, not just quiet. Hana learns strength doesn’t mean isolation. ### **CHAPTER 19 — ATTEMPTS** Aki practices speaking more, failing often but continuing. Growth is slow and uncomfortable. ### **CHAPTER 20 — THE PERSON I WAS** Aki confronts his past directly, seeking out the person he once hurt to apologize without expectation. --- ### **CHAPTER 21 — WORDS SAID ALOUD** Aki speaks clearly for himself for the first time. His voice is no longer only tied to guilt. ### **CHAPTER 22 — WATCHING FROM AFAR** Hana witnesses Aki’s growth without interfering, respecting his independence. ### **CHAPTER 23 — A FAMILIAR SILENCE** They meet again after time apart. The silence between them is calmer, no longer heavy. ### **CHAPTER 24 — HOME IS A PERSON** They acknowledge their feelings openly. Love is quiet, mutual, and chosen. --- ### **CHAPTER 25 — NEW SEASONS** Adulthood approaches. Careers and distance threaten stability. ### **CHAPTER 26 — FEAR RETURNS** Old anxieties resurface, but this time they talk instead of withdrawing. ### **CHAPTER 27 — SIDE BY SIDE** They face uncertainty together, supporting without depending. ### **CHAPTER 28 — NO PROMISES** They reject dramatic vows, choosing honesty over guarantees. ### **CHAPTER 29 — THE PLATFORM AGAIN** The story mirrors its beginning: a train platform, but now shared. ### **CHAPTER 30 — STILL, I STAY** Without words, they choose each other and the life ahead. Silence is no longer something to fear. --- ## **FINAL MESSAGE** *Some silences hurt. Some heal. And some are shared.* ## **END O
ACT 1 – The Illusion Jia Wen wakes up at 5AM every school day. She: Spends two hours grooming. Wears replica luxury items. Arrives early so no one sees her taking the bus. Leaves late so no one questions how she goes home. Her Instagram is curated carefully: OOTDs. Café shots. Luxury-inspired captions. Her classmates assume she’s rich. For the first time, she feels noticed. One day at the school café, a guy accidentally spills orange juice on her designer bag. She overreacts. Someone records it. The clip goes viral on TikTok: “Pretty girl with attitude over $4k bag.” People start searching for her Instagram. Her follower count explodes overnight. She feels powerful. For the first time— She thinks the lie might actually become real. ACT 2 – Exposure A comment appears: “That bag isn’t authentic.” Soon, an anonymous account posts comparison photos: Stitching flaws Logo misalignment Screenshots from Taobao listings More posts follow: Zoom-ins on every outfit. Breakdowns of every item. Her followers spike again—but now it’s mockery. In school: Whispers. Side glances. People stop talking when she walks past. Her best friend confronts her: “Why didn’t you just tell me?” The betrayal hurts more than the public humiliation. Then it escalates. The hate account posts: “Her dad drives Grab.” That breaks her. Not because it’s untrue— But because she never wanted her family dragged into her insecurity. ACT 3 – The Boy Who Stayed Ethan, the guy from the juice incident, starts sitting near her during lectures. Not dramatically. Just quietly. He never commented on the scandal. He knew the bag was fake. But he never said anything. One day she snaps at him: “You think this is funny?” He replies calmly: “No. I think you were scared.” They begin having small conversations. He reveals: Growing up rich didn’t mean freedom. He’s expected to take over the family business. Every relationship he’s had was influenced by money. He doesn’t see her as fake. He sees someone trying to survive social pressure. Their connection builds slowly. Through shared lunches. Late-night project work. Honest conversations. No dramatic flirting. Just understanding. CLIMAX – The Choice A mid-tier fashion brand reaches out to Jia Wen. They offer her a paid collaboration. Condition: Lean into the “luxury aesthetic.” She hesitates. At the same time, the hate account threatens to expose more about her family. She realises: If she keeps pretending, this cycle will never stop. So she does something unexpected. She goes live on Instagram. No filters. No luxury backdrop. She admits: The bags were fake. She wanted people to think she was rich. She was ashamed of her normal life. Then she says: “I thought if I looked expensive, I would feel worth more.” She posts a photo of: Her HDB block. Her dad’s car. Her mum’s uniform. Her followers drop. Silence. Resolution Days later, a small local thrift fashion brand reaches out. They don’t want luxury. They want authenticity. She begins rebuilding her page: Budget styling. Real student life. Honest captions. Her following grows slowly—but it’s real. Ethan confesses—not when she’s trending, but when she’s rebuilding quietly. “I liked you before the bag. I liked you after it disappeared too.” She asks him: “Why didn’t you expose me?” He answers: “Because I didn’t want to win by humiliating someone.” They don’t rush into a perfect romance. They start dating slowly. As equals. Without performance. Ending Theme The story ends with Jia Wen walking to school in daylight. No hiding. No leaving early. No staying late. Someone recognises her—not as the fake luxury girl. But as herself. And this time, she doesn’t look away.
🌌 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
Le Collège des Gaffeurs Introduction L’histoire se passe dans un collège assez calme. Les élèves vont en classe tous les jours et la vie est normale. Lucas Martin est un garçon de 14 ans qui arrive comme nouvel élève. Il est gentil, drôle et il veut toujours aider les autres. Mais il est aussi très maladroit. Avant lui, la classe était tranquille et un peu sérieuse. Lucas veut avoir des amis et être bien dans le collège. Développement Le premier problème arrive pendant un cours de sciences. Lucas met trop de produit dans une expérience et la salle se remplit de mousse. Les élèves rient beaucoup. Après, pendant le sport, il mélange les équipes et personne ne comprend les règles. Le directeur commence à entendre parler de Lucas. Lucas se sent un peu triste parce qu’il pense qu’il fait toujours des erreurs. Il veut être un élève normal mais il n’y arrive pas vraiment. Rebondissements Un jour, les élèves décident de lui donner un diplôme de “Super Gaffeur”. Lucas pense que c’est pour se moquer de lui, mais en réalité les élèves sont gentils. Ils trouvent que grâce à lui, la classe est plus amusante. Lucas comprend que ses erreurs ne sont pas toujours négatif. Dénouement À la fin, Lucas accepte qu’il est un peu maladroit. Il promet de faire attention, mais il reste lui-même. La classe devient plus unie et plus heureuse grâce à lui. Description des personnages : Le héros – Lucas Martin Description physique : Lucas est un garçon de 14 ans, de taille moyenne, avec des cheveux bruns un peu ébouriffés. Il porte des lunettes rondes et un sac à dos trop grand pour lui. Description morale : Il est gentil, serviable et imaginatif, mais très maladroit. Il veut toujours faire le bien, mais crée souvent des situations comiques sans le vouloir. L’héroïne – Emma Dubois Description physique : Emma est une fille sportive, avec des cheveux blonds attachés en queue de cheval et un grand sourire. Description morale : Elle est intelligente, organisée et patiente. Elle aide Lucas à gérer ses gaffes et essaie de garder la classe calme quand tout devient chaotique. L’anti-héros – Maxime Leroy Description physique : Maxime est grand, bien coiffé, avec des cheveux noirs et des vêtements toujours très soignés. Description morale : Il aime attirer l’attention et se montre parfois arrogant, mais il n’est pas méchant. Dans les moments importants, il finit par soutenir le groupe. Les personnages secondaires – Sofia, Jules et le professeur Durant Sofia est petite, très vive et curieuse ; elle pose beaucoup de questions. Jules est plus grand, calme et discret, mais ses remarques sont souvent très drôles. Le professeur Durant, avec ses cheveux gris et sa blouse de laboratoire, est passionné de sciences mais un peu distrait : ses expériences tournent souvent en scènes comiques, ce qui participe à l’ambiance amusante de la classe.
Bölüm 1: Kalp Gözlü Küçük Peri Bir zamanlar, pembe bulutların arasında saklı bir yerde, “Kalp Bulutu Krallığı” diye tatlı bir diyar vardı. Burada her şey pamuk şekeri kadar yumuşak, her çiçek kalp şeklinde açardı. İşte bu krallığın en küçük ama en tatlı sakini, Pufi’ydi. Pufi, pembe tüylü bir periydi. Gözleri kocaman, siyah ve tam ortasında parlak pembe kalpler vardı. Bu kalpler sadece güzel görünmüyordu; gerçekten de duyguları görebiliyordu. Birine baktığında o kişinin kalbinde ne hissettiğini anlıyordu. Bu yüzden herkes ona “Kalp Okuyan Pufi” derdi. O sabah Pufi, her zamanki gibi yıldız antenlerini sallayarak uyandı. Antenlerinin ucundaki pembe yıldızlar ve pamuk topları neşeyle zıplıyordu. “Bugün ne yapayım acaba?” diye mırıldandı kendi kendine, küçük kanatlarını çırparak havada süzülürken. Tam o sırada krallığın en yaşlı perisi, yaşlı Nine Bulut, telaşla yanına geldi. “Pufi! Pufi! Büyük bir sorun var!” Nine Bulut’un sesi titriyordu. “Krallığın en önemli şeyi, Büyük Kalp Kristali kayboldu! O kristal olmadan buradaki herkesin duyguları karışacak. Mutluluklar hüzne, sevgiler korkuya dönecek!” Pufi’nin kalp gözleri irileşti. “Ne? Ama… o kristal olmadan kimse birbirini anlayamayacak mı?” “Evet yavrum. Ve en kötüsü… kristalin izi, Karanlık Duman Ormanı’na gidiyor.” Karanlık Duman Ormanı… Krallıktaki herkesin korktuğu yerdi. Orada ışık pek girmezdi, ağaçlar eski ve somurtkan görünürdü. Ama Pufi’nin kalbi güçlüydü. Çünkü kalplerden korkmazdı. “Ben giderim!” dedi Pufi kararlı bir sesle. Küçük yumruğunu sıktı. “Benim gözlerim kalpleri görür. Belki kristali çalanın kalbini de görebilirim!” Nine Bulut endişelendi ama Pufi’nin gözlerindeki kararlı pembe ışıltıyı görünce razı oldu. “Tamam… Ama yalnız gitme. Yanına Mimi’yi al. O küçük mavi kuş her zaman seninle olmak ister zaten.” Pufi gülümsedi. Mimi, en yakın arkadaşıydı. Her ne kadar sürekli “Ama orası tehlikeli!” dese de, Pufi’yi asla yalnız bırakmazdı. Böylece Pufi, kanatlarını çırparak havalandı. Yıldız antenleri neşeyle sallanıyordu. Arkasında küçük pembe kalp izleri bırakarak Karanlık Duman Ormanı’na doğru uçmaya başladı. Ormanın girişinde hava biraz serinlemişti. Ağaçlar sanki fısıldaşıyordu. Pufi biraz ürktü ama hemen kendine cesaret verdi: “ Korkma Pufi. Senin kalbin en güçlü kalp!” Tam o sırada ormanın içinden garip bir ses duyuldu: “Pufi… gel… buraya…” Pufi durdu. Kalp gözleri parladı. O sesin sahibinin kalbinde… garip bir şey vardı. Hem hüzün, hem yalnızlık, hem de çok çok eski bir özlem. “Kimsin sen?” diye sordu Pufi cesurca. Karanlığın içinden yavaş yavaş bir siluet belirdi. Büyük, siyah tüylü bir yaratıktı ama… gözleri Pufi’ninkiler gibi kalp şeklindeydi. Sadece onun kalpleri gri ve solgundu. “Ben… Koyu,” diye fısıldadı yaratık. “Uzun zamandır kimse beni görmedi. Kimse kalbimi okumadı.” Pufi yaklaştı. Küçük eliyle yaratığın yanağına dokundu. O anda Koyu’nun kalbinde ne kadar uzun zamandır yalnız olduğunu, nasıl kristali sadece “birini anlamak için” aldığını gördü. Pufi’nin gözleri yumuşadı. “Kristali geri verirsen… seni anlamaya çalışırım. Yalnız olmak zorunda değilsin.” Koyu şaşırdı. Kimse ona böyle yaklaşmamıştı. “Gerçekten mi?..” Pufi gülümsedi. Kalp gözleri daha da parlaklaştı. “Gerçekten. Çünkü ben Pufi’yim. Kalpleri seven küçük peri.” Devam edecek…
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.
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.
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, his smile bright enough to crack the cynical atmosphere and eyes as red as a lava pit. He dumped the pump on the floor and looked at Alex. “Who's the fresh meat?” “This is Alex,” Steel said deciding the matter was settled. “Hes on the shovel crew.” Shane slams his hand on his desk. “I didn't agree to this!” Steel just crosses his massive arms, not even phased by Shane's outburst. “We're down two guys on the sewer lateral downtown. Unless you want to come down into the trench and hold the shoring Shane?” Shane paled at the thought of actual labor. He grumbled, pulling a clipboard from the stack. “Fine, Minimum wage. No benefits and if you die, you're fired before the ambulance gets there. Fill this out.” Alex took the clipboard. His hands were shaking slightly, not from fear but from the sudden jarring realization that he had stopped moving. He looked at Steel, who was watching him with a knowing intensity. “Ever dig a hole, Alex?” Steel asked. “I've dug plenty,” Alex said quietly. Mostly to hide things sometimes to hide himself. “Good,” Steel clapped a hand on Alex's shoulder, the weight of it nearly buckling the young mans knees. “Because that's what we do, We fix the rot underneath the city so the people up top can pretend the ground is solid. Welcome to the Family, Kid.” Mathew tipped his hardhat. “Don't worry Alex, stick with me. I'm a prodigy. I'll teach you the art of mud.” Alex looked at the three of them- The mister, The giant and the farm boy. It was a circus, a freak show of underground construction. But he looked at the pen in his hand, Alex realized for the first time in five years he wasn't holding a weapon or a bag of product. He was holding a future.
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 scene begins with a boy named Krop leaving a job application place, slightly sad because he was rejected for a job again. He returns to his apartment and begins thinking about his career future. He opens the fridge but finds nothing to eat. He goes to a store to buy some food, and on his way back, he hears a girl screaming in a dark alley. He quickly enters to see and starts hearing a girl crying, and when he gets close to her, her facial features change and she tells him, "You fool," releasing a strange energy on his stomach that throws him backward. When he gets up and looks at her, he finds her flickering like a TV screen. He says, "Who are you, for heaven’s sake?" She says, "You shouldn’t see me like this, but who cares? I can simply delete myself from your memory, and in this way, we will defeat you." The hero thinks to himself, "Wait, delete myself? Memory? Delete memory?? Do you want to erase my memory of the time I saw you, but I must remember what I’ve seen now? This is dangerous. And why is she flickering like a TV? Is she not real?" He looks at the pen in his pocket and says, "I found it," pulls it out quickly, looks at her flickering body, and starts writing on his hand. He writes: "Strange flickering." She notices and says, "What!" and makes a hand snap that makes him lose consciousness for a moment and lower his head. The girl says, "I understand, he wants to write notes about me on his hand," and suddenly hears someone approaching, so she says, "Who cares? It won’t help him," and leaves, dropping an accessory with a strange symbol. Krop regains consciousness on the ground. A man comes to help him and asks, "What happened?" He replies, "I don’t know." Then he says, "Why am I here, and why do I feel pain?" He stands up and reads what is written on his hand. He is surprised and says, "This is my handwriting, but when and why?" He starts trying to understand and finds that symbol on the ground, then says, "It seems something happened here." Krop returns to his apartment. He starts eating his dinner while thinking, "What does ‘strange flickering’ mean? Does that mean I saw something strange, and why can’t I remember it?" He holds that symbol and says, "And what is this also?" "Ah, this seems strange." He gets up, goes to make his coffee, and watches TV. When he turns it on, there’s flickering on the screen. He says, "Ah, again, this flickering… Flickering!!" By the way, if I was the one who wrote it, the closest word to ‘flickering’ I remember is ‘TV flicker.’ He starts staring at the flickering, then turns off the TV and goes to sleep. The next day, he wakes up to a ringing phone. He answers: "Krop here." He says, "Yes." The caller says, "We reviewed your file that you submitted for the job here last week." He says, "Wait, who are you?" The caller replies, "I am the manager of Cardo Cafe, and you have been accepted. You need to be here before 8 AM to start work." Krop responds happily, "Finally, thank you so much! I’m coming right away." He gets up quickly, puts on his clothes, grabs a piece of bread, and rushes to the cafe. He enters and finds the waiter asking, "What do you want?" He replies, "I’m here to work." The waiter says, "Oh, you’re the new recruit? The manager told me about you. My name is Sarodem, call me Saro, and my colleague here is Mira. The manager is Grim. I hope you enjoy your time with us." Then the manager comes and says to Krop, "Come here, I’ll give you your work uniform, and you’ll start cleaning now." Krop removes his clothes, puts on the work uniform, and gives his clothes to Saro to hide. Krop starts working with them, cleaning tables and floors. Saro brings drinks and coffee, and Mira is the waitress taking orders and serving them. After a long day of work, their shift ends. Krop tells Saro to give him back his clothes. Saro goes to the storage room, picks up Krop’s clothes, and as soon as he carries them, that symbol falls. Saro examines it for a moment and says, "What is this thing? It’s strange," then returns it and gives the clothes back to Krop. Krop changes back into his clothes and returns to his apartment, only to find the door open, even though he made sure to lock it with the key he keeps under the carpet outside. He thinks he forgot to lock it. When he enters, he finds the place messy, as if someone entered. He starts searching around the apartment for anything missing and finds that nothing was stolen. He begins thinking about why a thief would come to him, even though his apartment isn’t luxurious
قصة المانجا: رحلة الدواء نحو الألم • المشهد الاول: ذكرى الماضي وبداية السؤال! تمر السنين وهاهو الان الصيدلاني خالد يقف بين ارفف الصيدلية، يسترجع الذكرى التي قادته لسير هذا الطريق. خالد وهو يفكر: ما زلت أتذكر ذلك السؤال الذي رافقني منذ طفولتي! ينتقل المشهد إلى فلاش باك لطفولة خالد.. في أحد الأيام كان خالد الصغير يجلس في المنزل وهو يمسك رأسه من الألم. - خالد (بصوت متعب): أمي، رأسي يؤلمني كثيرًا. تقترب والدته فاطمة منه وتعطيه دواء. - فاطمة (بلطف): خذ هذا الدواء يا خالد، وستشعر بالتحسن إن شاء الله. ينظر خالد الصغير إلى الدواء بفضول قبل أن يتناوله. - خالد (بتعجب): أمي، كيف يعرف الدواء مكان الألم؟ تبتسم فاطمة وهي تربت على رأسه. - فاطمة: الأطباء والصيادلة يعلمون هذه الأمور يا خالد. بعد مرور بعض الوقت يشعر خالد بتحسن. ينظر خالد مره أخرى إلى علبة الدواء، وعيناه مليئتان بالفضول. - خالد الصغير (يحدث نفسه): غريب! كيف عرف الدواء مكان الالم في رأسي؟ ينتقل المشهد للحظة دخول خالد إلى الكلية. • المشهد الثاني: أمام مبنى كلية الصيدلة يقف خالد وعمر أمام المبنى، وخالد يتأمل اللوحة المكتوبة امامه كلية الصيدلة خالد: يالله… تصدق؟ ما توقعت ولا ١٪؜ إني في يوم من الأيام بدخل كلية الصيدلة. عمر (يضحك): ترى أغلب اللي يدخلون الصيدلة يقولون نفس الجملة! لكن زي ما يقولون… الصيدلة تختار طلابها. يسكت خالد لحظة وكأنه تذكر شيئًا قديمًا. خالد (بابتسامة خفيفة): تدري يا عمر… في سؤال كان يلاحقني من الطفولة. عمر: وش السؤال؟ خالد: كنت دائما أتساءل… كيف الدواء يعرف مكان الألم؟ عمر (مستغرب): هاه؟ خالد: ماقد تساءلت كيف الدواء يعرف مكان الالم؟ وكيف يقدر يعالجه؟ يمكن اليوم ما عندي الجواب كامل… لكن أكيد هنا، بعرف الاجابة عمر (يبتسم ويضع يده على كتف خالد): أنا اخترت الصيدلة لأنها كانت رغبتي الأولى… لكن اليوم فعلاً اقتنعت إن الصيدلة هي اللي اختارتك يا خالد. والواضح إنك أخيرًا راح تلاقي جواب سؤالك. ينظر خالد مرة أخرى إلى مبنى الكلية بحماس. خالد: وهذه بداية الرحلة… • المشهد الثالث: في قاعة علم الأدوية (قفل ومفتاح) ينتقل المشهد للقاعة، الدكتور سعيد واقف قدام الشاشة وبصوت كله حماس شد كل الطلاب.. د. سعيد: يا دكاترة.. اليوم سنتحدث عن مبدأ أساسي في علم الأدوية، كيف يجد الدواء هدفه؟ (تظهر على الشاشة صورة قفل ومفتاح يركبون على بعض) د. سعيد: الدواء مو مجرد حبة نبلعها وخلاص، الموضوع أعمق! الدواء عبارة عن مفتاح ذكي يلف في جسمك كله، وما يفتح إلا قفل واحد.. وهو مكان الألم. خالد (بفضول واندهاش) : يعني بهذه البساطة.. القفل هو اللي ينادي المفتاح؟! د. سعيد : بالضبط! احسنت يا خالد.. الدواء يمر بكل الخلايا، بس المستقبل اللي في مكان الألم هو الوحيد اللي يطابق شكل هذا المفتاح ويرتبط به. التفت خالد لعمر وعيونه تلمع: أخيراً عرفت السر! خالد : تدري يا عمر؟ هذا هو الجواب اللي كنت أدوره من وأنا صغير! الحين عرفت كيف الدواء "يعرف مكان الالم" عمر: عشان كذا قلت لك الصيدلة هي اللي اختارتك.. فضولك وأنت طفل هو اللي جابك هنا اليوم المشهد الرابع: بعد التخرج (نفس التساؤل مع طفل) تمر السنين وها هو الصيدلاني خالد يقف بين ارفف صيدليته.. فجأة تدخل عليه أمرأة مع ابنها الصغير فهد وهو يمسك راسه بضيق شديد . الأم : دكتور خالد، ابني فهد رأسه يؤلمه كثيراً. د. خالد : خذ هذا الدواء يا فهد، وستشعر بالتحسن إن شاء الله. ينظر فهد للعلبة بفضول كبير، تماماً كما فعل خالد الصغير قديماً. فهد (بتعجب) : دكتور.. كيف يعرف الدواء مكان الألم؟ يخرج د.خالد ميدالية مفاتيحه بابتسامة ويوريها لفهد. د. خالد: شوف يا فهد.. الدواء مثل المفتاح ، يدور في جسمك كله، يمر على يدك يلقى الباب مقفل، يمر على بطنك يلقى الباب مقفل.. فهد : وإذا وصل لراسي؟ خالد: هناك بس يلقى القفل اللي يركب عليه! يفتحه، ويطرد الوجع برا. فهد: واو! يعني الدواء ذكي؟ د.خالد: الدواء ذكي.. واللي صنعه أذكى. يخرج فهد وهو يطالع العلبة بانبهار، وخالد يبتسم وهو يتذكر رحلته التي بدأت بسؤال.. وانتهت بجواب. • بدأت بفضول طفل.. واصبحت رسالة صيدلي.
رواية: كود السيادة (عصر السيرفر الوطني) ​الفصل الأول: مراسم الانهيار ​بدأت الرواية في ليلة شتوية من عام 2030. كانت كوريا مغطاة بصمت إلكتروني مهيب. في "الفندق الأفخم"، وقف الرئيس "بارك" (المؤسس) أمام المسؤول الرفيع. سلم "بارك" القرص المشفر، ولأول مرة في التاريخ، تحولت الشاشات للرمادي. صرخ المسؤول: "بدأ مهرجان السيادة!". في تلك اللحظة، تحول الشعب من مواطنين إلى صائدي جوائز. انطلقت "هاي-تك" و"بلو-سكاي" في حرب تشفير شعواء، وانتهت الليلة بفوز "بارك" بصعوبة، ليدشن أول عشر سنوات من "الترقية الاجتماعية"، حيث نام الفقراء في أكواخهم واستيقظوا في ناطحات سحاب "هاي-تك". ​الفصل الثاني: خديعة "سيد الغدرة" ​بعد عقد من الزمن، جاء دور الرئيس "لي". كان المهرجان في ذروته، وتحالف "لي" مع أربع شركات ناشئة. في ممر المجد، وبينما كان الحلفاء يحتفلون بالوصول لنسبة 70%، أطلق "لي" فيروس "الافتراس". في ثانية واحدة، ابتلع حصصهم ووصل لـ 75.01%. مشهد "لي" وهو يمشي في الممر الزجاجي بينما شركاؤه يصرخون خلف الزجاج في "ممر الانكسار" أصبح أيقونة الرواية. كان "لي" أول من أقر قانون "التبعية الرقمية"، حيث لا يفتح هاتف الخصم إلا بمديح الرئيس. ​الفصل الثالث: عهد "بيتزا السيادة" ​جاءت المفاجأة من الطبقة الكادحة. "تشوي"، صاحب شركة لتوصيل الطعام، استغل ثغرة في برمجيات النقل خلال المهرجان. فاز "تشوي" بقلوب الجائعين والمهمشين. في حفل التنصيب، وقع القسم على علبة بيتزا. كان عهده الأكثر طرافة؛ حيث سُميت الشوارع بأسماء الوجبات، وأصبح "قانون الهدية" هو "وجبة ملكية مجانية يوم الجمعة". لكن تحت غطاء البيتزا، كان "تشوي" يبني أقوى نظام مراقبة عبر "درونات التوصيل". ​الفصل الرجم: صمت الجبابرة ​الرئيس "جونغ"، رجل الحديد والصلب. فاز بمهرجان دموي تقنياً. في لحظة فوزه، اختار مواطنوه "قانون الصمت". ساد الهدوء في كوريا لدرجة أن صوت دقات السيرفر الوطني كان يُسمع في الشوارع. في هذا الفصل، نرى معاناة الخاسرين الذين كانوا يُغرمون مالياً بمجرد "العطس" بصوت عالٍ. "جونغ" حول الدولة إلى آلة صامتة تعمل بدقة الساعات السويسرية. ​الفصل الخامس: فلاتر السلطة ​الرئيسة "هان" حوّلت الحكم إلى "تلفزيون واقع". فازت عبر السيطرة على العقول والتريندات. في عهدها، كانت "الترقية الاجتماعية" تعتمد على عدد "اللايكات" التي يحصل عليها المواطن من السيرفر. الموقف المضحك لـ "أذني الأرنب" أثناء خطاب النصر لم يمنعها من أن تكون أقسى حاكمة؛ فقد كانت تحذف "وجود" المعارضين رقمياً بضغطة زر، وكأنهم لم يولدوا قط. ​الفصل السادس: العتمة والضياء ​الرئيس "أوه"، سيد الطاقة الخضراء. في مهرجانه، قطع الكهرباء عن نصف البلاد ليرغمهم على التصويت له. ليلة تنصيبه كانت ليلة "الشرارة الكهربائية" مع المسؤول الرفيع. في عهده، أصبح "النور" امتيازاً للفائزين فقط. كان أنصاره يضيئون بيوتهم لدرجة الشمس في منتصف الليل، بينما يعيش الخصوم على ضوء الشموع، في مشهد جسد الفوارق الطبقية بأقسى صورها. ​الفصل السابع: جنة الألعاب (الواقع الافتراضي) ​الرئيس "سونغ" لم يخرج من غرفته أبداً. حكم عبر "الأفاتار". في عهده، اختار الشعب قانون "الهروب للواقع الافتراضي". قضى الكوريون 10 سنوات وهم يرتدون نظارات الـ VR، يعملون ويأكلون في عالم وهمي جميل، بينما كانت أجسادهم الحقيقية في غرف ضيقة. كانت الفضيحة الكبرى عندما تعطل السيرفر وظهر الرئيس "سونغ" ببيجامته الكرتونية أمام الملايين. ​الفصل الثامن: حصن "كانغ" المنيع ​الرئيس "كانغ"، جنرال الأمن السيبراني. كان مهووساً بالاختراق. في يومه الأول، ألغى جميع كلمات السر القديمة وفرض كلمات سر من 50 رمزاً. الرواية تصف "عصر النسيان العظيم"، حيث نسي الناس حساباتهم البنكية. لكنه منح أنصاره "مفاتيح ذهبية" تفتح أي باب في الدولة، مما جعلهم "آلهة" يمشون بين البشر العاديين. ​الفصل التاسع: العودة للبداية (نهاية التسعين عاماً) ​الرئيسة "كيم"، آخر الحكام في دورتنا. فازت بشعار "الجمال الأزرق". في مراسم الممر، رمى أنصارها الزهور، لكن في نهاية الممر، تعطل "الباب الدوار" الشهير. علقت "كيم" مع الرئيس المهزوم "كانغ" في الدوامة. في تلك اللحظة، وأمام ضحكات الشعب، أدرك الجميع أن السيرفر الوطني أصبح "واعياً". لم يعد المهرجان مجرد لعبة بشرية، بل أصبح السيرفر هو من يختار الفائز بناءً على "كمية الضحك" التي يولدها المهرجان. ​الخاتمة: ​تنتهي الرواية بمشهد للمسؤول الرفيع وهو ينظر إلى الساعة الرملية الرقمية التي ستبدأ دورة الـ 90 عاماً الجديدة. ينظر للكاميرا ويقول: "السيادة ليست لمن يملك الكود، بل لمن يملك قلوب من يكتبونه." تظلم الشاشة، ويبدأ صوت ضحكة خافتة تخرج من السيرفر الوطني.
¡Absolutamente! Aquí tienes el guion de un trailer de anime de 2 minutos para "Skyllex: El Legado de los Milenios", con descripciones visuales y diálogos para que te imagines cada escena como si fuera un verdadero avance de anime:     TRAILER ANIME - "SKYLLEX: EL LEGADO DE LOS MILENIOS" DURACIÓN: 2 MINUTOS   [0:00-0:15] - INTRODUCCIÓN VISUAL Música inicial: Combinación de harpa llanera y melodía electrónica que va creciendo intensidad VISUALES: - Primer plano del Salto Ángel, agua cayendo en cámara lenta. Luego se desliza la cámara por los campos verdes de Venezuela, hasta llegar a un pequeño pueblo soleado. - Escena rápida: Un niño de 10 años (STEVEN) corre por el bosque, saltando entre rocas, con destrezza. Toca el tronco de un árbol y cierra los ojos, como si lo escuchara. - Texto en pantalla: "EN UNA TIERRA DONDE LA NATURALEZA Y EL MISTERIO SE ENTRELAZAN..."   [0:15-0:35] - LOS RECUERDOS DEL PASADO Música se vuelve más intensa, con toques de música clásica y electrónica VISUALES: - Flashback en estilo gráfico moderno: Steven siendo un HOMBRE MAYOR en un laboratorio de EE.UU., mirando por un microscopio. VOZ OFF (STEVEN): "Mi primera vida... estudiaba el secreto de la vida misma." - Flashback en estilo minimalista japonés: Steven como INGENIERO, trabajando en un ordenador con código que brilla. De repente, una explosión. VOZ OFF (STEVEN): "La segunda... intentaba crear algo que conectara al mundo entero." - Vuelta al presente: Steven se despierta sobresaltado en su cama de barro y madera, mirando sus manos con extrañeza. - Texto en pantalla: "11 VIDAS... UN SOLO DESTINO"   [0:35-0:55] - EL ENCUENTRO Música se hace más misteriosa, con tambores ancestrales VISUALES: - Steven camina por el bosque, siguiendo rastros brillantes en el suelo que solo él ve. Se encuentra con MARÍA, una chica de ojos curiosos que sostiene un libro de tradiciones indígenas. MARÍA: "¿Qué buscas por aquí, Steven? Nadie se aventura tan adentro..." STEVEN: "No lo sé... pero siento que me está esperando." - La cámara se adentra en una caverna oscura, con murales ancestrales en las paredes que brillan poco a poco. Al fondo, una figura alta y envuelta en mantos (TEPUYÁN) espera con los brazos cruzados. TEPUYÁN: "Steven Skyllex... llevo dos milenios esperándote." - Primer plano del rostro de Steven, con los ojos abiertos de sorpresa. - Texto en pantalla: "EL GUARDIÁN DE LA HUMANIDAD HA REGRESADO"   [0:55-1:25] - EL PODER Y LA AMENAZA Música se vuelve épica, con orquesta y ritmos venezolanos fusionados VISUALES: - Steven entrenando con Tepuyán en la caverna: combina movimientos de caza con gestos que hacen brillar las plantas y las piedras. - Escena rápida: Steven crea un objeto brillante con madera y cristal de la selva, mientras sus ojos muestran recuerdos de sus vidas pasadas. - María aprendiendo de él, tocando el suelo y sintiendo la energía de la tierra. Un primer plano de sus manos juntas, con una chispa de luz entre ellas. - De repente, las sombras se acumulan en el pueblo – formas grotescas de criaturas mitológicas aparecen, aterrorizando a los habitantes. VOZ OFF (TEPUYÁN): "La Oscuridad del Olvido se acerca... busca consumir todo el conocimiento que tú acumulaste." - Escena de acción: Steven lucha contra las sombras, usando su destreza y sus poderes, mientras María ayuda a proteger a los niños del pueblo.   [1:25-1:50] - LA BATALLA FINAL Música alcanza su clímax, con voces corales y tambores potentes VISUALES: - El Auyantepui se ve desde el cielo, con una luz brillante en su cima. Steven y María suben por él, mientras las sombras las persiguen. - Escena épica en las cercanías del Salto Ángel: La Oscuridad del Olvido toma forma de una criatura gigante de sombras. Steven se enfrenta a ella, fusionando toda su sabiduría – aparecen imágenes superpuestas de sus vidas pasadas, de la ciencia, la tecnología y la naturaleza. STEVEN: "Todas mis vidas... todas me llevaron hasta aquí!" - María se une a él, y juntos activan un escudo de luz que se expande por todo el valle, uniendo a todos los habitantes del pueblo que levantan sus manos en apoyo.   [1:50-2:00] - CIERRE Música se vuelve melódica y esperanzadora VISUALES: - La Oscuridad se retrasa, pero no desaparece completamente. Steven mira al horizonte, con determinación en el rostro. - Él y María se sientan en una colina, mirando el Salto Ángel al atardecer. MARÍA: "No será fácil..." STEVEN: "Lo sé. Pero no estaré solo." - Logo del anime: "SKYLLEX: EL LEGADO DE LOS MILENIOS" - Texto en pantalla: "PRÓXIMAMENTE"     ¡Así quedaría el trailer en formato anime! Incluye todos los elementos clave: la ambientación venezolana, la profundidad de las vidas pasadas de Steven, la relación con María, el misterio del chamán y la tensión de la amenaza. ¿Te gustaría que añadiera más detalles sobre los efectos visuales o la música específica de alguna escena? ¡También podemos pensar en frases de impacto para los anuncios! 🎬✨
🎬 PAINEL 01 — Skyline de Seul ao amanhecer VISUAL: Painel panorâmico, full-width. Vista aérea de Seul às 7h da manhã. Prédios espelhados, sol nascente em laranja e rosa. No centro, um arranha-céu com o logotipo NEXORA em azul neon. NARRAÇÃO (caixa no topo, letra delicada): "Seul, 7h da manhã. Em algum lugar nessa cidade, alguém está prestes a cometer um erro muito, muito caro." ✦ SFX: sons de trânsito matinal, pombos 🎬 PAINEL 02 — Interior do arranha-céu — Lobby da NEXORA VISUAL: Lobby minimalista, todo branco e vidro. Funcionários bem vestidos cruzam o espaço em ritmo apressado. No centro, um painel com os dizeres: "NEXORA — Engineering the Future." ÂNGULO: Close no relógio digital na parede: 07:58. NARRAÇÃO: "A NEXORA é a startup de tecnologia mais bem avaliada do país pelo terceiro ano consecutivo. Graças a um único homem." 🎬 PAINEL 03 — Close em Han Joon-seo — Grande impacto visual VISUAL: Painel de impacto alto. Joon-seo entra pelo lobby em câmera lenta visual. Terno preto imaculado, expressão neutra, xícara de café na mão. Os funcionários ao redor se endireitam discretamente quando ele passa. ÂNGULO: Low-angle shot, fazendo-o parecer monumental. Foco desfocado nos funcionários ao fundo. NARRAÇÃO: "Han Joon-seo. 30 anos. CEO. QI 147. Zero tolerância para incompetência — ou para pessoas que chegam atrasadas." ✦ SFX: silêncio dramático, trilha sonora de fundo que soa épica 🎬 PAINEL 04 — CORTE — Rua externa, 08:01 VISUAL: Painel CÔMICO de contraste. Yeon Mirae correndo desesperadamente na rua, mochila saltitando nas costas, cabelo desgrenhado, fone de ouvido no pescoço, bagel na boca. EXPRESSÃO MIRAE: Pânico total, olhos arregalados, bochechas vermelhas. BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO (forma irregular, letra caótica): "Primeiro dia. PRIMEIRO DIA. Por que — por que eu dormi? Por que o alarme não tocou? Por que eu existi?" ✦ SFX: FWOOSH — barulho de corrida frenética LEGENDA DE TEMPO: 08:01 — Reunião de onboarding: 08:00 🎬 PAINEL 05 — Entrada do prédio — Yeon Mirae vs. porta giratória VISUAL: Mirae empurra a porta giratória com força demais, tropeça, e entra no lobby em total desequilíbrio. Os funcionários ao redor olham. Ela se endireita fingindo que foi intencional. MIRAE: "Bom dia a todos! Tudo... tudo normal aqui." REAÇÃO DE FUNDO: Funcionário A sussurra para o Funcionário B: "...ela tropeçou na porta giratória." ✦ SFX: BANG — porta batendo 📝 Nota: Expressão de Mirae: sorriso forçado de 'não aconteceu nada' 🎬 PAINEL 06 — Frente ao elevador — O grande erro VISUAL: Mirae corre em direção ao elevador. Dois elevadores: um com placa dourada discreta "CEO" (pequena, que ela ignora), outro normal. Ela aperta o botão do elevador CEO sem ler. BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO: "Décimo andar, décimo andar, décimo andar—" VISUAL: As portas se abrem. Dentro: Han Joon-seo, sozinho, olhando o celular. EXPRESSÃO JOON-SEO: Sobrancelha levemente erguida. Não está acostumado com pessoas neste elevador. 🎬 PAINEL 07 — DENTRO DO ELEVADOR — A catástrofe do café VISUAL: Mirae entra correndo, freando em último segundo. Mas a inércia faz o café dela — que ela não percebeu que estava segurando — voar em arco perfeito. PAINEL CÂMERA LENTA (efeito visual): O café em slow-motion no ar. Expressão de horror de Mirae. Expressão de incredulidade de Joon-seo. O café pousa no peito do terno dele. ✦ SFX: SPLASH — barulho exagerado de líquido EXPRESSÃO JOON-SEO: Congelado. Olha para o café no terno. Olha para Mirae. Temperatura da sala cai 10 graus. EXPRESSÃO MIRAE: Branca como papel. Fone de ouvido ainda tocando — trilha sonora inapropriadamente animada vaza pelo fone. 🎬 PAINEL 08 — Reação — O silêncio mais longo da história VISUAL: Painel estreito e alto: apenas os olhos de Joon-seo, olhando para baixo para a mancha. Depois os olhos de Mirae, olhando para cima para ele. Silêncio visual pesado. ÂNGULO: Alternância de close nos rostos, como um duelo de faroeste. MIRAE: "Eu... eu sou muito boa em consertar situações. Isso aqui... definitivamente não é uma delas." 🎬 PAINEL 09 — A cena cômica — Mirae tenta resolver VISUAL: Mirae tira o cachecol da mochila e tenta tampar a mancha no terno de Joon-seo. Ele a para com uma mão, expressão indescritível — entre irritação e fascinação involuntária. JOON-SEO: "O que exatamente você está fazendo?" MIRAE: "Solução criativa de problemas! Aprendi num TED Talk." JOON-SEO: "Pare." MIRAE: "Parado." BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO DE MIRAE: "Ele está com raiva? Parece com raiva. Isso é a cara dele de raiva ou a cara dele de sempre? Homem difícil de ler." 🎬 PAINEL 10 — Mirae ainda sem saber quem ele é VISUAL: Mirae ajeita a mochila, faz respiração funda, e decide adotar postura profissional. Joon-seo a observa como se fosse um fenômeno meteorológico inexplicável. MIRAE: "Olha, sinto muito pelo terno. Mas, honestamente? Você deveria soltar mais. Você tem cara de chefe que estressa a equipe." EXPRESSÃO JOON-SEO: Pisca. Não processou direito. JOON-SEO: "Perdão?" MIRAE: "Liderança rígida demais cria ambiente tóxico. Li o relatório de clima organizacional da empresa semana passada — nota 6.2 de 10. Não é ótimo." BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO DE JOON-SEO: "Ela... leu o relatório de clima?" 🎬 PAINEL 11 — Chegada ao andar — A revelação VISUAL: Elevador abre no andar executivo. Park Siwon está esperando com agenda na mão. Seus olhos vão de Joon-seo (terno manchado) para Mirae (cara de quem não sabe onde está) e de volta. EXPRESSÃO SIWON: Máscara profissional perfeita, mas os olhos dizem "o que aconteceu aqui?" SIWON: "Bom dia, Sr. Han. Sua primeira reunião em cinco minutos." MIRAE — olha a placa do andar: ANDAR EXECUTIVO — DIRETORIA. MIRAE — olha para Joon-seo. MIRAE — olha para Siwon. Que discretamente aponta para Joon-seo e forma com a boca: "CEO." EXPRESSÃO MIRAE: Colapso interno silencioso. Sorriso externo fixo no rosto como pintura. ✦ SFX: som interno de sirenes de emergência 🎬 PAINEL 12 — O final do capítulo — Cena de impacto VISUAL: Joon-seo já caminhou alguns passos em direção à sala. Vira levemente o rosto sobre o ombro para Mirae. JOON-SEO: "Nota 6.2. Eu sei. Por isso contratei novos desenvolvedores." PAUSA VISUAL: Close no canto dos lábios de Joon-seo. Quase — quase — um sorriso. JOON-SEO: "Bem-vinda à NEXORA, Yeon Mirae." MIRAE — boquiaberta. MIRAE: "Como você sabe meu nome?" JOON-SEO: "Eu contratei você." ÚLTIMO PAINEL — full width: Mirae parada no corredor, Joon-seo desaparecendo pela porta da sala executiva. Siwon ao lado dela, oferecendo discretamente um guardanapo para o café que pingou no sapato dela. SIWON: "Posso te indicar o caminho para o décimo andar?" MIRAE: "...por favor."
半分の君 Romaji: Hanbun no Kimi Meaning: “Half of You” At Hoshizora Academy, the Compatibility Program forces second year students to live together like married couples — cooking, cleaning, studying, sharing a dorm unit, and being graded on emotional sync. High scores mean scholarships. Low scores mean repeating the year. The program is infamous for creating bonds that feel too real and exposing feelings students try to hide. Ignatius Arimura enters the year hoping to stay invisible. He’s quiet, introverted, and still carrying the ache of a breakup he never healed from. Aoi Kisaragi was his first love — the girl who made him feel alive, and the girl who walked away from him without ever explaining why. Aoi hides her guilt behind her bright smile, convincing herself she’s moved on to Ren. Ignatius tells himself he likes Mina because it’s easier than admitting he still aches for Aoi. When the pairing announcement arrives, Aoi silently begs for Ren. Ignatius silently hopes for Mina. Both pray they won’t be paired with each other. But fate is cruel. Their names appear together with a compatibility score of 12%, the lowest in the program. The room goes silent. Aoi’s smile cracks. Ignatius’s heart sinks. Moving into the same dorm feels like reopening a wound neither of them survived. Their first days together are a disaster. Aoi’s loud music, Ignatius’s quiet routines, her clutter, his need for order — everything clashes. Their first evaluation ends in failure. But when Ignatius freezes during a public speaking assignment, Aoi steps in without hesitation, her voice steady, her hand brushing his as she takes over. For a moment, it feels like the version of them that used to exist. Their score rises to 18%, and Ignatius realizes with a painful twist that he never stopped caring. Seeing Mina and Ren working together so naturally only deepens the ache. Aoi watches Ren laugh with Mina in a way he never laughed with her. Ignatius watches Mina shine beside Ren and wonders if he ever had a chance. Both feel jealousy they refuse to acknowledge. That night, Aoi cries quietly in the bathroom, and Ignatius hears her through the door. He stands there, hand hovering over the handle, but he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to comfort her anymore. They eventually agree to a truce and create a “Compatibility Strategy Plan.” Cooking together leads to soft laughter. Communication drills turn into arguments that somehow end with them smiling. Late night study sessions blur into moments where they forget they’re supposed to be exes. They fall asleep on opposite ends of the couch, but each night they wake up a little closer. Their score jumps to 41%. Aoi wakes one morning with Ignatius’s jacket draped over her shoulders. She doesn’t ask why. He doesn’t tell her. And then comes the chapter that changes everything. One night, after a long study session, Aoi falls asleep at the table, her head resting on her arms. Ignatius tries to wake her, but she mumbles something soft and exhausted, and he can’t bring himself to shake her. He sits beside her, meaning to stay only a moment. But he’s tired too. He rests his head on his folded arms, inches from hers. The room is warm. The silence is gentle. Without meaning to, they drift off together. When they wake, the sun is rising. Aoi’s head is resting on Ignatius’s shoulder. His hand is loosely holding hers. Their breaths are slow and in sync, like they’ve been sleeping together for years. For a long moment, neither moves. Neither speaks. The world feels fragile, like one wrong word could shatter it. Aoi’s cheeks turn pink. Ignatius’s heart races. They pull away slowly, reluctantly, as if their bodies haven’t caught up to their minds. Their score jumps to 52% the next day, and the teachers quietly note that their emotional sync spiked overnight. Aoi begins noticing Ignatius again — the way he concentrates, the way he softens when he’s comfortable, the way he still remembers her favorite snacks. Ignatius begins noticing Aoi’s hidden fears — her loneliness behind her popularity, her pressure to be perfect, the way she tries so hard not to disappoint anyone. They move around each other like a married couple who never learned how to stop caring. They share toothbrush cups, laundry baskets, late night ramen, sleepy mornings, and quiet moments that feel too intimate for two people who claim they’re over each other. During the festival test, their booth becomes the most popular attraction. Aoi turns down a confession from another boy, her voice trembling. Ignatius gets flustered when Mina compliments him, and Aoi notices the way he blushes. Their score jumps to 63%. That night, Aoi quietly asks him if he ever hated her after the breakup. Ignatius can’t answer. He can’t lie. The silence between them is thick with everything they never said. Rumors spread that pairs might be reassigned. Aoi panics at the thought of losing her chance with Ren. Ignatius panics at the thought of losing Mina. But beneath those fears is something heavier: neither of them wants to be separated from each other. Aoi cries alone on the balcony, and Ignatius silently places a blanket over her shoulders. She doesn’t turn around, but she leans into the warmth. They stand there together, the distance between them shrinking in ways neither of them can deny. A storm knocks out the power one night, leaving them in darkness with no cameras, no expectations, no pretending. They talk honestly for the first time in months. Aoi admits she’s tired of being the strong one. Ignatius admits he’s tired of being the quiet one. They sit close, closer than they have since before the breakup, sharing warmth in the dark. Aoi falls asleep with her head on his shoulder again. Ignatius doesn’t move. Their emotional sync test the next morning hits 92%, the highest in the program. As Ren and Mina grow closer, Aoi and Ignatius realize their old crushes were fantasies — safe illusions they clung to because they were afraid of the real thing. The real connection is the one they’ve rebuilt: messy, painful, warm, and real. They act like a married couple — cooking together, arguing, laughing, sharing space, sharing silence — but they’re not lovers. Not yet. They’re something in between, something fragile and terrifying and impossible to name. When the reassignment list is posted, Aoi’s hands shake and K Ignatius’s heart pounds. They scan the list, terrified. Their names remain together. Not because of luck. Not because of the system. But because they earned it. Aoi turns to him, eyes shining with something fragile and hopeful, and whispers, “Ignatius … can we try again?” He takes her hand gently, like she might break, and says, “Yeah. This time… let’s not run.” They’re not lovers. Not yet. But they’re closer than they’ve ever been — a pair who lives like a married couple, fights like rivals, and holds each other like home.
"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. *** — 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? *** 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.