This final volume brings the enchanting, modern fairy tale and critically acclaimed series to a close. A shadowy figure combs the lake looking for Neo - a young boy who is secretly the shape-shifting Hohopo, a mythological lake creature. Misaki still protects him, but she's begun to reveal her past to Tokuko#133; learning her new friend's secrets in return. The pieces of the Hohoro mystery are coming together, and everyone converges on the lake to discover its treasures!
Ahh, this manga. It has all the pervy cliches manga is notorious for (underage girls and their innocent/sexualized lives, baths with said underage girls, pervy snooping dad, adorable moe boy who is naked like all the time), but it's so dumb and good-hearted it's impossible not to like it. Plus there's a dude who's a dead ringer for Wolverine in the story. I like King of Thorn better, but this is enjoyable nonsense.
Misaki and her widowed father move to the town of Hohoro. Misaki soon becomes friends with Sanae and on the way home from school one day they come across a creature in the lake rather like the Loch Ness Monster. This is the Hohopo, but when he kisses the girls on the lips he turns into a naked little boy they name Neo.
Also going on - Misaki's father may be getting interested in a woman who was friends with Misaki's deceased mother, and Misaki is not happy about it.
And if that's not enough, there is also a kidnapped heiress with a secret, gold at the bottom of the lake, and a crashed Cessna.
There is some nudity and a couple of things I found questionable, but overall I found the story engaging.
Beh... non mi ha detto proprio niente questo primo numero.
Ci sono due filoni narrativi che si uniscono solo verso la fine del volume. Da un lato la scoperta di una strana creature da parte di due ragazzine; dall'altra il rapimento di una ricca ragazzina dell'élite giapponese. Siccome i due filoni s'incontrano solo alla fine non c'è molto spazio per riunire le sue parti che, leggendo solo il primo volume, appaiono troppo distanziate tra di loro.
La storia del bacio, poi, non mi convince per niente.
Lo stile è un po' particolare, morbido ma con dei tratti molto spessi.