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Seraphim Requiem The Divided Heirs Prologue — The Lie Everyone Believed History recorded that the angels rebelled. History recorded that Heaven cast them down. History recorded that the rebellion failed. History lied. Because the rebellion did not fail. It was guided. And the one everyone blamed… Was only holding the strings they gave him. Chapter I — The Night the Marks Awoke The sky did not crack when the Sigils returned. There was no trumpet. No divine voice. Only silence. Leon woke first. A pulse beneath his skin — deep crimson light etched into his forearm like burning scripture. It did not hurt. It whispered. Across the city, Kaelion stared at the same mark carved into his flesh. His did not whisper. It roared. Two heirs. Two interpretations of the same power. And somewhere unseen, something ancient stirred.
In this calculus manga , trajectory analyst Alex is tasked with tracking a test rocket at Mission Control. Ten seconds after launch, Alex must determine the rocket's instantaneous velocity, explaining that visually, this is represented by the slope of the tangent line on the height graph at that precise point. To perform the calculation accurately, Alex works with Supervisor Sam to use the formal limit definition of the derivative, breaking down the algebraic steps. The mission is briefly interrupted by a sensor glitch that causes a clear discontinuity on the ascent graph. Alex analyzes this anomaly, explaining that because the function is not continuous at that moment, it cannot be differentiable. After resolving the issue, the rocket’s path stabilizes, but the flight stages become more complex. Realizing the limit definition is too slow for these new models, Alex utilizes basic differentiation rules to rapidly compute the velocity, confidently leading the mission to orbit.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching. Make the heroine have white hair
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
close-up of a young man touching his head with one hand, messy black hair, tired eyes looking downward, subtle sadness on his face, light sweat on his temple, quiet and calm mood, soft shadows, minimal background, emotional stillness manga thought bubble (inner monologue): “That dream again…” inal manga panel, same young man, same facial features and expression, slightly lifted head, mouth slightly open as if speaking softly, calm and composed demeanor, seated on the bed, relaxed posture, empty negative space for narration box, balanced composition, peaceful contrast after fear narration box text: “That same dream. It’s already the third time this week.”
Heizou ruled the student council room like it was a chessboard, every move planned, every rule enforced. Kazuha drifted through the halls like a breeze, sleeves rolled up, trouble following him without much effort. When Kazuha landed in detention—again—Heizou was the one assigned to supervise. What started as sharp words softened into late conversations. Heizou discovered that Kazuha’s rebellion wasn’t cruelty, but restlessness; Kazuha saw that beneath Heizou’s perfect composure was someone tired of being alone. Papers were finished, rules were bent, and laughter replaced suspicion. By the time the bell rang, neither wanted to leave. Between order and chaos, they found something steady—each other.
Chapter 3: The Whisper in the Forest (Rewritten) The academy grounds were quiet after the sparring match. Most students had gone home, still buzzing about the clash between Shawn, Jaden, and Isaiah. The three of them stayed behind, each unsettled by what had just happened. None of them had expected the match to end the way it did — with strange flickers of power none of them could explain. Shawn stood on the rooftop, his black cloak fluttering in the wind. A sleek, angular mask covered the lower half of his face, hiding his expression. Beneath it, his 1-Tomoe Hoshigan pulsed faintly, spinning slowly. He clenched his fist. Something inside me is waking up. Down below, Jaden leaned against a training post. His hair was spiked and wild, and he wore a black shirt with one long sleeve and one short. His Byakugan was active, veins bulging at his temples. He flipped a kunai in his hand, but his usual smirk was gone. That thing I felt… it wasn’t mine. But it was watching. Isaiah stood at the edge of the woods, his dreadlock-like hair swaying slightly. A thick fur collar wrapped around his neck, and his eyes were locked on the trees. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. But he felt it — something in the forest was staring back. A breeze rustled the leaves. Isaiah’s hand twitched toward his blade. Nothing. But the feeling didn’t leave. That night, the three of them were summoned to the headmaster’s office. The room was dim, lit only by a single lantern. Scrolls lined the walls, and a large map of the village was pinned behind the desk. The headmaster, an older shinobi with a long scar across his jaw, studied them in silence. “You three,” he said finally, “are different.” They didn’t respond. “I don’t know what’s inside you. But I’ve seen enough to know this — something is coming. And when it does, you’ll either be our greatest hope… or our greatest threat.” He turned to the window. “Tomorrow, you’ll be sent on your first mission. A simple patrol. But stay sharp. The forest has been… restless.” Outside, the wind howled. And deep in the woods, something opened its eyes.
Panel 1 (large) A swirl of soft light as LunaVale appears — silver hair flowing, crescent staff glowing. Riku (off-panel): “…Who’s that?” Panel 2 (small) Close-up of LunaVale’s gentle smile. Panel 3 (medium) Riku’s eyes widen slightly — the first spark of interest. Panel 4 (small) Chat bubble pops up: LunaVale: “Hi! Are you running this dungeon alone?” PAGE 3 Panel 1 (wide) Crossfire and LunaVale stand side by side at the dungeon entrance. LunaVale: “I can heal. Want to team up?” Crossfire: “…Sure.” Panel 2 (medium) They enter the dungeon — glowing crystals, dark corridors. Panel 3 (medium) Crossfire fires a volley of arrows, motion lines showing speed. Panel 4 (medium) LunaVale casts a healing spell, soft particles swirling around Crossfire. Caption: Their synergy is instant. PAGE 4 Panel 1 (large) Boss fight — a massive stone golem swings down at them. Panel 2 (small) Crossfire dodges, barely. Panel 3 (small) LunaVale raises her staff, eyes determined. Panel 4 (medium) A burst of moonlight slams into the golem. Panel 5 (small) The boss crumbles. Crossfire: “…Nice.” LunaVale: “You too.” PAGE 5 Panel 1 (wide) The two avatars stand in the glowing aftermath. Caption: Two strangers. Two worlds. One perfect match. Panel 2 (medium) Friend request icon appears between them. Panel 3 (large, bottom) Split-screen: - Riku in his dark room, staring at the screen. - Miyu in her soft-lit bedroom, smiling shyly at her monitor. Caption: This is where everything begins. ⭐ If you want, I can: - Continue Chapter 2, 3, 4… panel-by-panel - Convert all 5 volumes into manga panels - Create fight scene panel layouts - Create romantic moment panel layouts - Create cover and splash page layouts Just tell me how far you want to go. Panel 4 (small) Chat bubble pops up: LunaVale: “Hi! Are you running this dungeon alone?”
🖤 PLANCHE 1 — Aris, orphelin Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : sombre, froide, indifférente Nombre de cases : 7 (rythme lent, oppression) 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (pleine largeur en haut) Description visuelle : Grande ville médiévale vue en plongée. Tours hautes, murs en pierre, rues étroites. Beaucoup de bâtiments, peu de ciel. La ville paraît massive, écrasante. Ambiance : Froide, impersonnelle. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Rue étroite. Des passants bien habillés marchent vite. Au bord du cadre, Aris enfant, maigre, sale, assis contre un mur. Aris enfant : Vêtements trop grands, usés. Cheveux en bataille. Regard baissé. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (mains) Description visuelle : Les mains d’Aris tendues. Sales, tremblantes. Une seule petite pièce dans la paume. Texte (petite bulle, très simple) : « S’il vous plaît… » 🟦 CASE 4 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Un adulte passe sans regarder Aris. Son manteau occupe la moitié de la case. Aris est presque hors champ. Ambiance : Mépris, indifférence. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — CASE ÉTROITE (objet) Description visuelle : Aris fouille dans une poubelle. On voit du pain dur, à moitié moisi. Il hésite. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ VISAGE Description visuelle : Visage d’Aris enfant. Traits tirés. Yeux fatigués, mais attentifs. Il mâche lentement. Ambiance : Faim, résignation. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 7 — CASE FINALE (silencieuse) Description visuelle : Aris recroquevillé contre un mur, la nuit. La ville continue derrière lui : silhouettes, ombres, mouvement. Lui est immobile. Ambiance : Solitude totale. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 INTENTION (IMPORTANT POUR MANGA AI) Pas d’exagération émotionnelle Pas de caricature Aris enfant ne pleure pas La ville est le “monstre” Le silence est plus fort que les mots
Create a Japanese shounen manga page in black and white. Style: - Dynamic action panels - Strong linework, screentone shading - High energy, dramatic poses Main Character: A teenage boy with spiky hair, determined eyes, slightly injured, wearing a battle outfit. Power System: Energy called "Core" flowing through the body, visible as aura. Scene: The protagonist activates his unstable power for the first time during a fight. Panels: - Close-up of his eye (determination) - Mid-shot (power awakening) - Full action panel with explosion of energy and speed lines Mood: Intense, energetic, motivational Themes: - Never give up - Surpassing limits - Inner potential Inspired by: Naruto, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia Add: - 1 rival character (calm, genius type) - 1 mentor figure
[ESCENA 1 - CONFIADO, SONRIENDO] ¡Otra victoria más! En la pista soy invencible. Nadie me gana. Soy el mejor deportista de toda la escuela. ¡Número uno! [PAUSA, CAMBIA EXPRESIÓN A NERVIOSO] [Pausa 1 segundo] [ESCENA 2 - NERVIOSO, TARTAMUDEANDO] Aunque... eh... hay una cosa en la que no soy tan bueno... [PAUSA, SONROJADO] [Pausa 1 segundo] [ESCENA 3 - TRISTE/DRAMÁTICO] El amor. Ahí sí que siempre pierdo. O-oye... ¿c-cómo le dices a la chica que te gusta... que te gusta? Porque yo... yo no tengo ni idea. [SUSPIRO] Puedo ganar cualquier carrera... pero cuando se trata de ella, ni siquiera logro pasar la línea de salida.
“Quiero un manga de 5 paneles ambientado en un torneo de béisbol en Denver. En el primer panel, se ve el estadio lleno, con el equipo de los Sombreros de Paja en el campo, vistiendo las camisetas de los Rockies. En el segundo panel, Luffy está bateando con toda su energía, y Zoro lo acompaña en la base. En el tercer panel, Nami lanza una bola perfecta desde el campo corto. En el cuarto, Usopp lanza un gran out desde el jardín derecho. Y en el quinto panel, todos celebran abrazados, con las luces del estadio brillando detrás”
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching. Make the heroine have white hair make her more serious and studious
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching. Make the heroine have white hair make her more serious and studious
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
## Page 1 ### Panel 1 (Large Panel / Splash Page) A pitch-black cave. A faint, icy mist rises from the rocky floor. The focus is on Arian’s face. His eyes are filled with terror, sweat dripping from his forehead. He stares at his own hands as if he cannot believe he is still alive. **SFX (Ambient Sound):** *Hooooosh…* (cold wind blowing) **Arian (thinking):** “Where am I? I was falling from the rooftop of that skyscraper in Dhaka… the sound of the rushing wind… Did I die?” --- ### Panel 2 Arian struggles to stand up. The rocky cave floor is freezing cold. **Narration:** The stones near Arian’s feet are covered in frost. --- ### Panel 3 Suddenly, from the darkness, two gigantic glowing golden eyes emerge in a dramatic zoom-in. Terrified, Arian stumbles backward and falls. **SFX:** *Flash!*
Lode runner, a cheerful and upbeat yet calm down-to-earth and rational dandere galactic policewoman named nao, is assigned a retrival mission, to retrieve the items stolen by the enemy, deep in enemy territory, the policewoman Nao, clad in a blue mod dress with a red hemline, red go-go boots with yellow soles, yellow opera gloves, and a white telecommunication headset, must infiltrate the enemy zones, carrying a laser drill pistol to dig holes in the ground that Nao can fall through to traverse the enemy zones, but the enemy robot guards, equipped with taser-grip hands, will get stuck in-between the walls of the holes, the holes dug by nao's laser drill pistol will reseal overtime, causing robots to be immured and warped to just above the enemy zone. nao's go-go boots have small hover thrusters made to allow for a safe landing for her, though she can't use the thrusters to fly.
PAGE 6 — “THE THREE” Panel 1 (wide forest entrance) Three cloaked figures appear between trees. White cloaks blend into snowstorm atmosphere. Panel 2 (close-up feet level) No footprints. Snow untouched beneath them. Panel 3 (first figure close-up silhouette) Perfect stillness. No breath movement. Caption: No footsteps followed them. Panel 4 (second figure close-up hand) A small dark bell hanging. Slight motion without cause. Panel 5 (bell close-up extreme) Bell chimes mid-air, sound visually represented as distortion waves. Caption: It rang without rhythm. Panel 6 (final panel — eerie wide) Forest warps subtly around the sound waves. Birds absent. Silence feels broken rather than maintained. Caption: Like it belonged to another world bleeding through this one.
🟣 SCENE 1 — HINGE: THE FIRST MESSAGE Date: 17 September 2025 | Night Prompt: Vertical webtoon panel. Ameen lying on his bed in a dark room, ceiling fan shadows moving slowly. Phone light illuminates his face, eyes focused, slightly amused smile forming. Cut to second panel: Ayesha sitting cross-legged on her bed, confident posture, glasses slightly slipping down her nose, smirk on her lips as she types. Minimal background, focus on faces and phone glow. Details: Pencil sketch lines on hands and face Soft warm watercolor lighting Chat bubbles floating like thoughts Dialogue (optional): Ayesha: “So… are you actually interesting?” Ameen (thought): “Oh. She’s trouble.”
Scene 1: The Return Wide panel: Team 0 walks through the village gates at dusk. The sky is orange, the air tense. Villagers glance at them with awe and unease. Narration box: After surviving the Riftborn encounter, Team 0 returns — changed. Jaden (arms crossed, Byakugan deactivated): “Tch. That wasn’t a C-rank mission.” Isaiah (low voice, eyes scanning rooftops): “They sent us out there on purpose.” Shawn (mask cracked, cloak torn): “They wanted to see what we’d become.” Scene 2: Hokage’s Office Interior panel: The Hokage stands at the window, arms behind his back. Kuroda leans against the wall, arms folded. Hokage: “You faced a Riftborn. And lived.” Kuroda: “They didn’t just survive. They adapted.” Cut to close-up of Shawn’s eye — the 1-Tomoe Hoshigan spinning slowly. Hokage: “Then it’s time.” Scene 3: Graduation Ceremony Wide panel: The academy courtyard is filled with students. Team 0 stands apart — Shawn masked, Jaden with his one-sleeve shirt and spiked hair, Isaiah with his fur collar and dreadlocks. Headmaster (announcing): “Shawn. Jaden. Isaiah. Step forward.” Close-up: The Hokage ties a headband around Shawn’s forehead. Hokage (softly): “You’re no longer students. You’re shinobi.” Scene 4: Private Moment — Rooftop Night panel: Shawn sits on a rooftop, mask off, staring at the stars. His Hoshigan glows faintly. Shawn (thinking): “This eye… it’s not just power. It’s a key.” Scene 5: Training Grounds — Jaden Action panel: Jaden trains alone, sweat flying as he strikes a wooden post. His Byakugan activates mid-strike. Jaden (gritting teeth): “If I’m gonna protect them… I need more.” Scene 6: Isaiah’s Reflection Interior panel: Isaiah stands before a mirror. His reflection flickers — for a moment, it’s not him. It’s… something else. Isaiah (quietly): “What am I becoming?” Scene 7: The Riftborn Watch Dark chamber panel: The masked Riftborn cultist watches a projection of Team 0. Cultist: “The Hoshigan awakens. The Mutation stabilizes. The Byakugan adapts.” A voice from the shadows replies: Unknown Voice: “Let them grow. When the seal breaks… they’ll remember who they were.” Scene 8: Final Panel — Team 0 Full-page spread: Team 0 stands on a cliff at dawn, headbands gleaming, eyes forward. Narration box: They were forged in shadow. Tempered by truth. And now… they’re ready to face the Rift.
🖤 PLANCHE 2 — Essayer de lire Âge d’Aris : 7–8 ans Style : manga noir et blanc, fantasy médiévale Ambiance : tension silencieuse, maladresse enfantine Nombre de cases : 6 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Rue étroite de la grande ville. Murs en pierre couverts d’affiches écrites. Aris, enfant de 7–8 ans, marche lentement le long du mur. Aris (tenue) : haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale, trop grand manches trop longues pantalon large déchiré, trop long pieds nus, sales Il lève la tête vers les affiches, trop hautes pour lui. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (mur) Description visuelle : Une affiche abîmée, pleine de texte serré. Les lettres sont petites, complexes, irrégulières. Certaines parties sont déchirées ou effacées. Ambiance : Incompréhensible pour un enfant. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (Aris) Description visuelle : Aris se met sur la pointe des pieds pour lire. Son visage est concentré mais perdu. Bouche entrouverte, sourcils froncés. Texte (très petit, hésitant) : « m… a… » 🟦 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (main) Description visuelle : Le doigt d’Aris suit une ligne de texte… puis glisse, se trompe, s’arrête au mauvais endroit. Ambiance : Échec immédiat, maladresse. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Aris baisse la tête. Ses épaules retombent. Les affiches restent là, immobiles, au-dessus de lui. Ambiance : Frustration silencieuse, incompréhension. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Aris s’éloigne du mur. Il est petit dans la rue, dos voûté. Les affiches sont derrière lui. Ambiance : Il n’a pas appris. Il essaiera encore. Texte : Aucun. 🔒 RAPPEL CANON (à ne plus changer) Aris 7–8 ans tenue kimono blanc sale, pantalon déchiré pieds nus aucune réussite, aucun progrès juste l’envie et l’échec
Panel 1 (Top Panel – Close-Up): Extreme close-up of a muscular male manga warrior’s lower face. It is a freezing snowy environment. His breath is visible as cold vapor/smoke coming from his mouth. Snowflakes are lightly falling. Part of his long, spiky hair is visible. The mood is cold, tense, and silent before battle. High detail on the breath vapor and shadows. Panel 2 (Bottom Panel – Wide Shot): A dramatic wide shot from behind the same warrior (back view). He stands alone in a vast snowy battlefield. He holds a sword in one hand. In front of him, an enormous army (hundreds to thousands of soldiers) is charging toward him aggressively. The soldiers look small compared to him to emphasize scale. Add motion lines and depth to show the army rushing forward. The warrior stands firm and fearless.
A young man name Ousugi Sakae looks out over a crowd of fascists (generic Imperial Eagle imagery) High, distant wide shot: protagonist small; world/crowd huge. Power imbalance. Telephoto compression Backlit silhouettes / blown-out sky Long, hard shadows at ground level: predators’ viewpoint. “Manga page with a grounded, paramilitary neo-noir style: realistic anatomy, weighty tactical gear (steel plates, cloth straps, gas masks, red-lensed goggles), late-1950s/’60s industrial city backdrop—concrete, rebar, rusted rail lines—night rain and fog, low-key lighting, desaturated blues/grays, cinematic 35mm framing, hard shadows, subtle film grain, crisp fine linework, dense hatching, high-contrast screentones, reserved facial expressions, somber atmosphere. Original characters only.”
A final low-angle side view, still slightly from behind, freezes the moment where the two girls are one in front of the other: the nearer girl's is leaning slight forward to the girl she is talking to, creating a small crescent shadow under her shoe; the farther girl's has her feet closed to eachother standing elegantly. The banded sunlight narrows into brighter stripes on the floor; the locker vents cast thin vertical shadows. it's all in black and white. The secondo pannel is the girl with black that is composed and smiles, her mouth is slightly open as she speaks, we can see the first chaarcter’s head from behind cause she is slightly Lea ed forward to the other girl to see her better and analyze her
seorang perempuan bernama olin yang mengalami transmigrasi ke dunia komik,memasuki karakter dicky yang ternyata adalah perempuan yang menyembunyikan gender nya kerana suatu hal,dicky memiliki intrik yang ambigu dengan kedua saudara kembar daffa dan darren.saat pesta dansa dicky ingin istirahat dan berjalan keruang istirahat kerajaan,namun dia salah memasuki ruangan.dicky mengunci pintu ruangan dan melepas cicin transformasinya yang membuatnya berubah menjadi wujud perempuan yaitu lyn.namun saat dia sedang istirahat memejamkan mata di sofa, dia tidak mendari keberadaan darren dan daffa yang sedang berada di sudut ruangan tidak sengaja melihat semua hal itu
Create a manga page in a dark, atmospheric shōnen/seinen style. Panel 1: A wide establishing shot of an old, isolated tower-like building on a hill. The architecture feels ancient and slightly ominous. Trees and uneven terrain surround it. The mood is quiet and foreboding. Panel 2: Inside the building, show a stone pedestal or altar with a small object or figure placed on top. The room is dimly lit, with shadows and ritualistic atmosphere. Panel 3: Leave this panel mostly empty or minimal — it represents a pause or transition. Panel 4: A close-up of a hand reaching out, tense and dramatic. The hand is detailed, with strong shadows and emotional intensity. Panel 5: A symbolic geometric shape (diamond-like or sigil-like), floating or centered. It should feel mystical, important, and connected to the ritual. Panel 6: Leave this panel blank or minimal — it represents a silent beat before the next page.
A young woman in her late twenties/early thirties has taken in her nephew after his dad dropped him on her doorstep. She must now balance the responsibilities of a growing career, navigate the dating scene, and care for a 6 year-old boy. People often mistake the child as hers and she receives mixed reactions (some believing she had children too young, or that she was frivolous since the child does not have a dad). She has difficulty navigating the dating scene as most guys are not interested in a woman who already has a young child. It is a romantic comedy that depicts a healthy and loving mother-son relationship between the young woman and her essentially adopted child. It shows people's ability to judge without knowing the details, the harsh reality of being a young mom, and the kindness of a man willing to love the young woman and her adopted son unconditionally.
Create a dark cinematic manga page with 4 custom-sized readable panels set in rainy nighttime Tokyo as neon lights reflect across wet streets and the sky slowly turns pitch black while ash falls from above. Civilians panic as electronics glitch, streetlights flicker and buildings shake violently from a massive black shockwave erupting across the skyline. Windows shatter, cars crash and crowds run in terror. Final tall panel reveals Sojin Takuro standing on a skyscraper beside Karuga and Zerathora, overlooking the ruined city. He has pale skin covered in black markings, long black hair, glowing crimson eyes and flowing black robes while rain evaporates around him from his overwhelming Forsaken Aura. His expression is cold, calm and emotionless. Speech bubble: “Looks like people have forgotten fear… I will make it my duty to instill it in them.”
Creat a manga about called Forbidden shadows The manga has 4 character leo and lexo all powerfull and steong can erase anything strongest at their school but they dont use their power 100% they use -10% power of their opponent but still they win Leo and lexo are twins reincarnated at a fictional city called star city in usa the biggest city in the whole earth 🌎 but they dont know they are brothers in this world Leo has white hair with cyan glowing eyes while lexo has red hair and glowing blue eyes The other two characters are beany and ganya beany and ganya are friends who attend the same boarding school as leo and lexo as their rivals but letter becomes friends ganya has a skull which obits hi he has brown hair beany cousese mischief whenever he thinks of hes a mineach. They all attend the highest magical school in star city were everyone uses their powers . Create the image of the manga
A professional 6-panel colored manga page. [Plan 1: Domain Expansion] Panel 1: Sukuna summons a dark domain filled with glowing red Hyperbola equations and floating Combination symbols $C_n^k$. Panel 2: Gojo counters with a blue Ellipse barrier protected by golden Binomial Newton expansion formulas $(a+b)^n$. [Plan 2: The Ultimate Clash] Panel 3: Sukuna fires Parabolic slashes $y^2=2px$ mixed with Permutation codes $A_n^k$. Panel 4: Close up on Gojo's Six Eyes calculating the binomial probability of the attack. Panel 5: Gojo fires a massive "Hollow Purple" orb, merging energy that shatters a giant Pascal's Triangle in the background. Panel 6: Gojo stands victorious over the shattered coordinate grid, floating "Q.E.D" text in the sky. Style: High-quality colored anime art, vibrant neon blue and red effects, cinematic lighting, sharp mathematical debris.
A quiet residential street somewhere in Japan. Among small restaurants and convenience stores sits a tiny independent bookstore. The shop sign reads: レトロ漫画堂 A modest storefront filled with posters of old manga series and fading magazine covers from the 80s and 90s. A small display near the entrance advertises a new release. Inside the shop. On a display table sits a freshly stacked pile of manga. The cover reads: 「超銀河バスターZ 新装版①」 A reissue of a legendary 1980s sci-fi action manga. A hand slowly reaches into frame and picks up one of the volumes. The person holding the manga lifts it slightly… and inhales deeply. The unmistakable smell of a newly printed tankōbon. A quiet moment. Internal monologue: “There it is… The scent of fresh ink and paper.” The person flips the pages gently. Still no view of his face. The bookstore owner watches from the counter with an amused smile. Owner: “Looks like you’ve been waiting for that one.” ________________________________________
A young man name Ousugi Sakae (an anarchist) looks out over a crowd of fascists facing away listening to a leader speak (generic Imperial Eagle imagery) High, distant wide shot: protagonist small; world/crowd huge. Power imbalance. Telephoto compression Backlit silhouettes / blown-out sky Long, hard shadows at ground level: predators’ viewpoint. “Manga page with a grounded, paramilitary neo-noir style: realistic anatomy, weighty tactical gear (steel plates, cloth straps, gas masks, red-lensed goggles), late-1950s/’60s industrial city backdrop—concrete, rebar, rusted rail lines—night rain and fog, low-key lighting, desaturated blues/grays, cinematic 35mm framing, hard shadows, subtle film grain, crisp fine linework, dense hatching, high-contrast screentones, reserved facial expressions, somber atmosphere. Original characters only.”
I want to make a manga about a mysterious tower appearing in Somalia during what was supposed to be a calm night. There was a city glowing under the night sky. The streetlights were shining brightly, lighting up the roads. Cars moved steadily through the streets, their headlights cutting through the warm air. It was an unusually hot night. Samiira suddenly woke up, feeling thirsty. She got out of bed to drink some water. As she walked back toward her room, she paused and whispered, “Why is the weather so hot tonight?” Curious, she walked to the window and looked outside. Her eyes widened. “Alla… waxaas maxaa wye?” she said softly. In the distance, something impossible stood against the skyline. At the same time, Hassan and Mowliid, two close friends, were walking home after playing football at the Champions field. Laughing and talking about the game, they suddenly stopped. They saw it too.
Black and white manga-style panel showing a dramatic falling perspective from a tall building, with a blurred cityscape far below. Strong radial motion blur and speed lines rushing downward toward the center, creating a sense of extreme height and panic. No clear character body visible, only a partial silhouette at the edge of the frame to imply falling. Clean monochrome manga line art, high contrast, intense motion effects. Two small white speech bubbles near the top of the panel contain the English text: “Huh?” and “This…” One large white speech bubble dominating the lower part of the panel contains bold, handwritten manga-style text: “Aaaaaaa!!!! NOOOO!!!!! Negative Prompt: color, grayscale shading, soft lighting, calm atmosphere, character standing, clear facial details, multiple characters, flat perspective
PAGE 1 : L'ambiance (Le calme avant la tempête) Case 1 (Plan d'ensemble - Très large) : Une vue panoramique d'une ville immense mais détruite. Des gratte-ciels éventrés, des lianes partout. Le ciel est gris, lourd. SFX : VUUUUUU (Le vent qui souffle). Case 2 (Plan moyen) : Zoom sur une ruelle sombre encombrée de débris. On voit une silhouette encapuchonnée de dos qui marche. C'est JIN. SFX : CRIC... CRAC... (Bruits de pas sur du verre). Case 3 (Gros plan) : Focus sur la main de Jin. Elle est humaine, mais elle tient un appareil étrange qui bip (un détecteur). SFX : Bip... Bip... Case 4 (Gros plan visage) : On voit le bas du visage de Jin. Il sourit légèrement. JIN : "Bingo."
La page d'ouverture présente le titre grandiose "AetherCards: Dreamweaver Odyssey" en lettrage steampunk luminescent, entouré d'une illustration manga pleine page en cel-shading : un dirigeable colossal d'Albion fend les nuages holographiques d'un ciel hybride high-tech et rétro-futuriste, avec des engrenages aethériques tourbillonnants et des ombres d'avatars prothétisés ; en bas, le slogan d'OmniTechnik "L'Imagination est la Nouvelle Réalité" pulse comme un implant neuronal, invitant le lecteur à devenir un "Dreamer", un adolescent ordinaire du monde réel technologiquement avancé qui, via le dispositif Neuro-Sync (NS), plonge dans l'univers virtuel steampunk d'AetherCards pour un tournoi légendaire, où deck-building, choix moraux et combats tactiques déterminent si tu conqueras les cieux ou succombes à l'addiction virtuelle.
Black-and-white dark manga page, 4 panels, slow psychological pacing. Panel 1: Takashi Kenta lying on his bed at night, holding phone above his face. Handsome face, sharp jawline, silver eyes glowing from phone light. Messy room, dark walls, urban loneliness. Large dialogue bubble: "Another night… just me and this screen." Panel 2: Side view close-up of Kenta scrolling endlessly. Soft shadows contour his attractive face. Large thought bubble: "I don’t even remember what I’m looking for anymore." Panel 3: Extreme close-up of Kenta’s silver eyes, reflective, tired but beautiful. Narration box (large): "Time moved, but he stayed still." Panel 4: Phone screen showing a chess CHECKMATE. Kenta’s lips slightly curved in a quiet smile. Large dialogue bubble: "At least here… I’m not invisible."
The forest was silent. Not peaceful — silent. As if the trees themselves were holding their breath. Team 0 stood in the aftermath of the rift battle, the air still humming with residual energy. The creature they had faced was gone, shattered into fragments of light and static. But the feeling it left behind lingered like smoke. Shawn stood at the center of the clearing, his black mask cracked slightly from the strain. Beneath it, his right eye glowed faintly — the 1-Tomoe Hoshigan now fully awakened. 🌌 The Hoshigan Revealed The eye was unlike anything the others had seen. A deep violet iris, with a single tomoe orbiting a star-shaped pupil. It shimmered with cosmic energy, as if the night sky had been trapped inside it. Shawn blinked slowly, and the world around him bent — not visibly, but perceptibly. Gravity shifted. Time slowed. He could feel the weight of space itself responding to his gaze. “I can see… everything,” he whispered. “Not just chakra. Possibilities.” Jaden stepped beside him, his own eyes glowing pale white. 👁️ The Byakugan in Full Force Jaden’s Byakugan was fully active now. Veins bulged at his temples, and his vision extended in every direction. He could see chakra threads tangled in the trees, the faint residue of the rift’s energy, and even the subtle pulse of Shawn’s Hoshigan. “You’re warping the field,” Jaden said. “Even your chakra flow is bending.” Shawn nodded. “It’s like… I’m not just seeing the world. I’m shaping it.” Isaiah stood nearby, silent as always. His fur collar was singed, and his dreadlock-like hair was damp with sweat. But his eyes were sharp. “That thing wasn’t from here,” he said. “And it wasn’t alone.” Return to the Village The team moved quickly, returning to the Hidden Leaf under cover of dusk. The Hokage was waiting. He listened silently as they described the rift, the creature, and the battle. When they finished, he turned to Kuroda, who stood in the shadows. “They’re progressing faster than expected,” Kuroda said. “The Hoshigan has awakened. The Byakugan is adapting. And Isaiah’s mutation is stabilizing.” The Hokage nodded grimly. “Then we’re out of time.” He looked at the three Genin. “You’re no longer students. You’re weapons. And the world is about to remember why it feared the Riftborn.” Elsewhere… In a dark chamber beneath the earth, a masked figure knelt before a glowing rift fragment. “The Hoshigan has awakened,” he whispered. “The seal is breaking.” A voice echoed from the void. “Then the Rift will open again. And this time… they won’t be ready.”
🖤 PLANCHE 5 — L’abri Âge d’Aris : 15 ans Style : manga noir et blanc Ambiance : silence, isolement, vent Nombre de cases : 6 Tenue (canon, inchangée) : haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale, rapiécé pantalon large déchiré pieds nus posture fermée, fatiguée aucun élément moderne 🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (haut de page) Description visuelle : Une ancienne ferme abandonnée, hors de la ville. Herbes hautes. Clôture cassée. Grange à moitié effondrée. Maison principale encore debout, sombre. Le ciel est gris. Le vent fait bouger les herbes. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN (Aris de dos) Description visuelle : Aris, 15 ans, debout face à la ferme. Il est petit dans le cadre. Le livre est serré contre lui. Ambiance : Hésitation silencieuse. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 3 — DÉTAIL (la porte) Description visuelle : La porte de la maison est entrouverte. Elle grince légèrement sous le vent. L’intérieur est noir. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 4 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (Aris) Description visuelle : Le visage d’Aris. Fatigué. Neutre. Pas de peur visible, juste l’habitude. Ambiance : Il a déjà été chassé ailleurs. Texte (très petit) : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN (intérieur) Description visuelle : Intérieur de la maison. Vide. Poussière au sol. Murs fissurés. Un pan de toit laisse passer un peu de lumière. Aris est assis contre un mur. Le livre posé devant lui. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE Description visuelle : Gros plan sur le livre fermé. Les mains d’Aris hésitent au-dessus de la couverture. Silence total. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 INTENTION (VERROUILLÉE) Aris cherche le calme Il ne fuit pas → il s’isole Il n’attend rien du livre La maison est déjà morte Rien de magique encore 👉 La tension vient du silence, pas de l’action.