Btw, making a manga soon and wondering if people wanted to watch me go live to start volume 1...
The Shadow Weaver of Shibuya:
Koichi wasn't your typical 15-year-old. While other kids his age were glued to their phones, his world was a swirling canvas of shadow. It started subtly, the way the dim corners of his room seemed to stretch and shift when he was upset, or how his own silhouette seemed to linger a moment too long after he moved. Then came the whispers, not of voices, but of presence – the deep, calming hum of the void that spoke only to him. He quickly learned to mold it. A flickering shadow could become a tendril, snatching a dropped pencil before it hit the floor. A patch of darkness under a bench could thicken into a temporary shield from a rogue soccer ball. He wasn't sure how or why he had this gift, only that it felt…right. He practiced in secret, late at night, in the abandoned alleys behind his family's small ramen shop in Shibuya. He crafted intricate, dancing figures, fleeting beasts that prowled the periphery of streetlights, all made of the very absence of light itself. But his powers weren't just for parlor tricks. One moonless night, a chill crept into the air that had nothing to do with the weather. He saw it then, a grotesque, hulking thing, barely visible in the gloom, preying on a lone salaryman. Without thinking, Koichi had acted. He'd pulled the shadows from the alley walls, forming them into a makeshift whip, lashing out at the creature. It shrieked, a sound that curdled his blood, and dissolved into nothingness. That night changed everything. He understood now – his power wasn't just a quirky talent; it was a weapon. And there were things lurking in the dark, yokai and spirits twisted by malice, that only he could see, only he could fight. The whispers of the void grew more urgent, no longer just a calming hum, but a resonating call to action. Now, as strange occurrences plague Tokyo – disappearances in the bustling crowds of Shinjuku, unsettling whispers in the ancient temples of Asakusa, and a creeping dread that blankets the city after sundown – Koichi knows his time of hidden practice is over. The shadows of Japan are under attack, and he, a mere 15-year-old, is their last hope. He is the Shadow Weaver of Shibuya, and he will not let his home fall to the encroaching darkness.
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Btw, making a manga soon and wondering if people wanted to watch me go live to start volume 1...
The Shadow Weaver of Shibuya:
Koichi wasn't your typical 15-year-old. While other kids his age were glued to their phones, his world was a swirling canvas of shadow. It started subtly, the way the dim corners of his room seemed to stretch and shift when he was upset, or how his own silhouette seemed to linger a moment too long after he moved. Then came the whispers, not of voices, but of presence – the deep, calming hum of the void that spoke only to him.
He quickly learned to mold it. A flickering shadow could become a tendril, snatching a dropped pencil before it hit the floor. A patch of darkness under a bench could thicken into a temporary shield from a rogue soccer ball. He wasn't sure how or why he had this gift, only that it felt…right. He practiced in secret, late at night, in the abandoned alleys behind his family's small ramen shop in Shibuya. He crafted intricate, dancing figures, fleeting beasts that prowled the periphery of streetlights, all made of the very absence of light itself.
But his powers weren't just for parlor tricks. One moonless night, a chill crept into the air that had nothing to do with the weather. He saw it then, a grotesque, hulking thing, barely visible in the gloom, preying on a lone salaryman. Without thinking, Koichi had acted. He'd pulled the shadows from the alley walls, forming them into a makeshift whip, lashing out at the creature. It shrieked, a sound that curdled his blood, and dissolved into nothingness.
That night changed everything. He understood now – his power wasn't just a quirky talent; it was a weapon. And there were things lurking in the dark, yokai and spirits twisted by malice, that only he could see, only he could fight. The whispers of the void grew more urgent, no longer just a calming hum, but a resonating call to action.
Now, as strange occurrences plague Tokyo – disappearances in the bustling crowds of Shinjuku, unsettling whispers in the ancient temples of Asakusa, and a creeping dread that blankets the city after sundown – Koichi knows his time of hidden practice is over. The shadows of Japan are under attack, and he, a mere 15-year-old, is their last hope. He is the Shadow Weaver of Shibuya, and he will not let his home fall to the encroaching darkness.
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Collab with @Nani-YT9 soon!!!!
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Watch Purplest Guy's stream... NOW!!!!!!
youtube.com/@purplestguy1229
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Happy Easter, everyone!!!☺️😄😁
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Possible live stream today. I know I said this before but today, I will if someone wants it.
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Should I do a live stream today?In
1 hour? I'm either gonna draw Tengen, Zamasu fusion, or demon king tanjiro.
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Which anime character should I do next
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