Muichiro Manga Panels Novels & Stories

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.

It was beautiful even though it showed a story of blood and darkness. I passed the folder to Hibiki for him. “Nice work, son. I would say you need to adjust your proportions. I know you’ve not seen pictures of Yūri when she was young, so I’m guessing you went off Riko’s proportions for the drawings.” he commented, handing the folder back. “Um, well yeah. Riko didn’t have any pictures of Yūri when she was young. Just a few here and there when Saki was still alive. I also looked at the pictures in the album of Saki when she was young, and her figure was similar to Riko.” Forrest nodded.

Miki was afraid of the look on Michio’s face for a second, as her brother looked like he would like nothing better than to tear his older brother to pieces. “Why wouldn’t you help Yuri-chan[1]?!” Michio yelled at his brother in Japanese for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, and he had such an expression of fury on his face that Miki was strongly reminded of a dragon breathing fire at everything that dared come near him.

- Miyuki replied. - That's great, but I also mean what he is like. You know, if he is as handsome as in the pictures.- Yumiko directed Miyuki to the most interesting issue, at least for her. - Ah, I don't know.- Miyuki said evasively, but seeing her friend's displeased expression, she sighed slightly.- He looks normal, like every human being. I think the photos reflect his appearance in reality very well.- she added after a moment, resigned.