Japanese Graphic Novels & Stories

Intrigued, I began to browse their brochures while a volunteer asked me what type of experience I was looking for. “I haven’t declared my major yet but I’ve always been creative and good with computers,” I said, hoping she’d point me in the right direction. “There’s a waitlist for it but we have a half semester graphic design program in Japan,” she mentioned. Japan. I had originally intended to push the boundaries of my parent’s rules, not the country but this program sounded fascinating. I’d dabbled in graphic design during my many art classes in high school and enjoyed it. “Could I join the waitlist?” I asked.

Jide whispered and probed the men, whose arrows still glinted with the shimmering sun, “Look, those men would shoot us if we moved an inch. Likewise, I also need to take a shit. But I am trying to hold it. My stomach hurts. Do you think this is easy? Hold your pee and I will hold my shit.” “I don’t care about your uneasiness. I just need to pee.” “No, Ginika. I think you are a scared little chicken that runs into its mother’s fur whenever it sees a hovering prey. Hold your pee.” Jide mumbled, “This is our best shot. One funny move and you and me are dead meat.”

“Oh, but I have gotten some information on the ninjas. Have you heard of the ancient Japanese organization, Gokudo Soshiki? “This is their logo.” She took her phone out and showed him a picture. It was a picture of a ball of flames. Alex took a look and narrowed his eyes, he felt like he had seen it somewhere before.