Sometimes, you must not think too much.

Trying to stick your legs out of a panel is more dangerous than you might think.

“It’s not over yet. My manga…”

The key to playing a wind instrument is lung capacity.

For all necromancy rests upon memory.

What kind of magic spell to use?

By the time it realized that the black background was actually an abstract depiction of waves,
it was already too late.

Clothe the monster in a suit with the Black Technique.
It will gain intelligence.

Rain is heaven's brew.
Just not for us.

The bigger the shield, the better.

Heavy words crush people.
Light words kill them, too.

With that one sentence,
Anything became possible.

“…You didn’t see that, okay?”

Means Nothing.

What do you mean, there’s no lightning?
There are lines all around us. Just grab one.

He gathers every kind of line, compresses them into a mass, and fires.
He reached that level despite having no metafictional awareness.

It was not a wing.
It was a hand... forcing its way into our world.

“I covered it with a censor bar.
Now my injuries can’t be observed.”

Birds need no wings.

Even in this age, when all things have withered away,
We still beseech the heavens.