"Taka Fujimaru may seem like a regular high school student, but behind the cheery facade lies a genius hacker by the name of Falcon. When his father is framed for murder, Falcon uses his brilliant hacking skills to try and protect his sister and clear his father's name. However, he finds that his father, an agent in an elite government agency, was involved with something far more complex than a simple murder. A terrorist group is plotting against the city of Tokyo and it is up to Falcon, with the help of his friends, to unravel the twisted plans to kill millions."
I don't usually write about manga, so when I do, shit just got serius man. My mind was a hostage for two days reading this manga from start to end. It had been a while since I read something this engaging ...well I did finished Neil Gaiman's "American Gods" last month, which is a monster in its own kind I tell you. But there is this charm that only japanese manga posses, the storytelling style with drawings, that kinda make you more invested in the story rather than just words alone. Something that I think the western comics failed at, and as the result, created this kinda stupid animosity toward any comics in general...that comic is just for little kids and nerdy guys only.
Well, I dont deny that, for western comic, because I think it is geared toward that specific kind of audiences. At least for the industry giants like Marvel and DC, with its countless generations and reboots of the same old figures. Milking the same cash-cow over and over again. Though it is true, that not all of the western comics are about superheroes in bright spandex costume fucking with injustice on daily basis, but the impression left by the supposed big names, or representatives, of what comics are, are these superheroes genre. Same kinda impression, I think, about the current music trend. The impression left by the supposed representatives; Justin Bieber and Lady Gaga and shits, tend to color the opinion of the masses about music...
Enough trash talk. I'm sure there are quite many great western comics out there, just need to dig through the garbage piled on top of it.
I invite you, then, to a roller-coaster adventure of Bloody Monday.