Kensuke Morita, hailed as the “God of Manga” for his decades of masterworks, set down his fude brush. Across the table lay the last page of his final chapter—a double-page spread with no dialogue, only the raw, kinetic fury of a martial artist’s fist meeting a dragon’s jaw. The ink was still wet.
He wasn’t drawing lines anymore. He was drawing motion .
A petty warlord? That was nothing.
