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I Am a Hero
I Am A Hero, Vol. 16
A mais surpreendente e trágica história. Para fugir dos ZQNs, Hideo, Hiromi e Oda rumam para Tokyo. Proximidade, discussões, consolo. Durante a viagem, a relação dos três se aprofunda. Mas com a gravidez de Oda, a situação muda repentinamente. Um fato cruel aguarda o trio.
200 pages, Paperback
First published December 26, 2014
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Kengo Hanazawa
113 books136 followersKengo Hanazawa (花沢健吾 Hanazawa Kengo, born January 5, 1974) is a Japanese manga artist known for his seinen works. He won the Topic Award of the 2005 Sense of Gender Awards for Ressentiment and was nominated for the 3rd, 4th and 5th Manga Taisho for I Am a Hero.
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January 19, 2023
This volume was brilliant on so many levels.
Oda's death was heartbreaking ,but according to where this story is headed it was necessary they can't ignore The big event that is bound to come by stepping aside finding somewhere safe and taking care of the baby and his mother.
Hideo and Hiromi Are getting closer together even though i have this feeling that hiromi will probably be the queen of the hive somehow.
The scenes from Italy were brilliant the little girl terrified we have no clue why we think its just because they are strangers or something the zombies are talking they don't know that they are zombies they don't know that they are dead.
The theory about all this being an alien invasion comes up again but i think this might be the truth after all , That this is really an alien invasion and they are terraforming the earth i loved The aliens twist in Gantz and i think i love it here as well
This manga is only getting better and i hope we keep going at this pace.
Oda's death was heartbreaking ,but according to where this story is headed it was necessary they can't ignore The big event that is bound to come by stepping aside finding somewhere safe and taking care of the baby and his mother.
Hideo and Hiromi Are getting closer together even though i have this feeling that hiromi will probably be the queen of the hive somehow.
The scenes from Italy were brilliant the little girl terrified we have no clue why we think its just because they are strangers or something the zombies are talking they don't know that they are zombies they don't know that they are dead.
The theory about all this being an alien invasion comes up again but i think this might be the truth after all , That this is really an alien invasion and they are terraforming the earth i loved The aliens twist in Gantz and i think i love it here as well
This manga is only getting better and i hope we keep going at this pace.
November 1, 2018
Otro relato perturbador, dando una vuelta de tuerca de verdad al tema zombi. Un conjunto de muerto, millones, se unen para formar un ser vivo enorme.
March 6, 2020
If the eighth volume of this series was the payoff to the physical plot up to that point, and the climax of the protagonist’s character arc (he hasn’t evolved significantly since), this volume, exactly eight volumes apart, is the emotional payoff to the main characters’ ordeals, as well as a conceptual turning point that, as expected, systematizes why the characters found themselves struggling to survive in a zombfag apocalypse.
We left our wild nurse as she abandoned the only people she could trust in this new world, with the goal of finding some clinic and expectorating the parasite in her womb. She remembers that when she had been exploring the surroundings along with high school zambo girl, they had stumbled upon a garbage truck whose driver, or whoever had stolen it, had become a zombie and died along the way; his neck was broken. However, this zed’s body had mutated sprouting additional limbs, which should have surprised both girls far more. In any case, the nurse manages to start the truck’s engine, but she worries about the noise it makes.
Meanwhile, high school zambo girl has noticed that the nurse has escaped to venture out into a likely suicidal mission. Both the high schooler and the protagonist gear up quickly and leave. They locate the truck through its noise; it’s likely the only engine roaring in kilometers around. The nurse sighs. She only stops at the last second when both block her path. She lies and pretends that she’ll come back once she’s located a safe hospital. The zambo girl, looking mad, stands in front of the garbage truck and says that there’s no way they’ll let the nurse go alone. The nurse doesn’t like someone defying her intentions like that, and far less someone who had aimed a loaded shotgun at her. She advances the vehicle enough to throw the girl to the ground, which hurts her. The nurse stops the garbage truck. Immediately remorseful, she steps out of the vehicle, only for a random, yet symbolically appropriate crawling zombie baby to bite her exposed ankle. Once she feels it she knows she’s done. The protagonist only sees a new threat, and asks the nurse to step away so he can blast the baby. The nurse yells at him to stay away. The baby stops tearing the nurse’s leg apart, and focuses on the protagonist. As the guy aims his shotgun, the nurse covers the baby with her body and presses it against her. The baby chews on her chest through the clothes. The high schooler, tears streaming down her face, understands the inevitability of what has happened, but the protagonist mumbles that it cannot end this way. Narratively, even hardcore series like “Attack on Titan”, which started liberally massacring its characters, many volumes in settles into protecting its main characters with plot armor, because any one of them falling to whichever of the threats would invalidate plenty of the setups. Important characters still die, though, but you know that some won’t until at least the major setups have paid off. Regarding this series I’m reading, so far into the volumes this nurse character already felt like she would hang around until the end.
The infection spreads almost immediately. The nurse stands up sweating, snot dripping from her nose, and staggers towards the back of the garbage truck. Clutching the zambo baby to her chest, she lies on the opening of the garbage disposal mechanism. As the protagonist and the high schooler follow her in shock, the nurse, with her speech distorted, apologizes to him, but asks him to please dispose of her. He refuses, barely coherent. She calls him useless, and tries the sobbing high schooler. She also refuses because maybe the nurse will turn into another lucid zombie, and then it would be the high schooler’s turn to take care of her. The nurse rejects it: she wants to die a human. As the infection sieges her, she tells them to hurry up, because she can’t control it. Her expression distorts and her body arches, and she yells crazily at the high schooler that her armpit hair is too thick, and for the high schooler to kill her. The high schooler breaks into anger and pushes the button. As the garbage disposal slowly crushes the nurse, she mumbles addressing the co-leader of the mall group, saying how good his cock was. I guess we now know who had wanted that guy’s superior DNA. For the second time in the protagonist’s life he had to witness a woman he was romantically involved with turn into a zombie and die with a better man than him on her mind. The garbage disposal crushes the nurse’s brain and devours her remains.
If I happened to meet someone like this nurse in real life, I know all too well that I would have ended up avoiding her, and yet I had grown fond of her. I first read this part of the series on the train at around seven and a half in the morning, and I arrived at the station just as the chapter where she definitely dies ended. Bad feeling to have to face seven hours of office work after having injected a fictional memory like that into your system. It might be particularly worse for me, because I always had a hard time connecting with real human beings or even managing to care enough for them. In any case, I can think of very few comparably undignified deaths. Giving such an end to one of your characters immediately elevates your story, or at least for people like me who equate pain with worth.
When the remaining main characters recover enough to talk, the high schooler, drying her tears, laments out loud that she had killed someone else. The protagonist launches into the usual “you had to do it, it’s not your fault” speech, but the high schooler says that he doesn’t understand. She had wanted to kill the nurse, and so she did. The same thing that happened with the zumbofied classmate from her high school they came across in the sea of trees back in volume four or five and ended up executing. For a while the high schooler had wanted the nurse gone, and it happened that the opportunity had come up. She adds that she had always had feelings like these, but only now this screwed up world keeps giving her opportunities to act on them. The protagonist stares in shock at the hint of the infection that flares in the zumbo high school girl’s eyes.
Although the author hasn’t clarified the rules about who gets to keep his mind while infected, it seems that all of them had already been contaminated with a kind of darkness, whether systemic malice, mental illness or particular neurological conditions (such as autism), which would even make sense if the infection targeted the most common neurological makeup [in an explanation for autism I read, when the neurological activity of an autistic person was tracked and compared with another autistic person’s, it turned out that they were more different than even between a regular, non-autistic person and another, let alone between an autistic person and a neurotypical one. Sort of different mind-species in practice]. So I would get to survive this zambio apocalypse for a bit, only to probably get killed by Kurusu or one of his boyos, or just shot in some random clash.
They hear loud, bizarre noises coming beyond the trees, noises they’ve never heard before. The protagonist urges the girl to make themselves scarce, and quick, back to the temporary shelter. What they missed is the gigantic, several stories tall mutated blob made from dozens of zombies melded together, that had decided to dislodge itself from the top of the tower where it was summoning the town’s zembs, and tumbled down to the street. As it navigates the town, it seems to send a mental message to all the surrounding zombies, who approach the monstrosity so they can be swallowed in turn. A wet, anus-like hole on the bottom of the monster continuously spits the soaked clothes of the latest infected person it has integrated. From the top of the blob, a few head-like protrusions sprout, along with eyes. The monster roams through town with an unknown destination, flicking cars as if they were boogers.
Back at the shelter, neither remaining protagonist knows how to address the common grief. The protagonist announces that he needs to drink something. After he does he staggers to the bedroom, where he doubles over in pain. Suddenly the futon bulges as if it was hiding another zombie baby. The protagonist, wary, lifts a side of the futon, and stares back at the most familiar face of his delusions that he used to interact with constantly back in volume one, during his regular, pre-zambo apocalypse life as a failed manga artist and sort of schizophrenic. Until this point he had managed to outgrow his delusions, or at least concentrate on the immediate threats in a way that drowned the corrupted sensorial information that his broken mind produced. “So you came running back”, says the delusion. “Of course I did. Reality is harsh.” “Though for someone like you, you’ve been doing a pretty good job in the real world.” “I know, right? But I’m already at my limit. I can’t take it anymore.” “I thought you graduated from delusions.” “I guess recently, the things happening in real life are above and beyond my hallucinations. I didn’t have the time to hallucinate, I was too busy trying to survive, but I can’t handle it anymore. Unless I escape from reality, I won’t be able to deal.” “You’ll be okay.” “Why?”, the protagonist wants to know. “You’re only pretending to be upset. You’ve never had any interest in humans to begin with. That’s why you’ll be fine even if someone dies. Drawing manga is so boring for you, because you don’t care about people.” Such nice words speaking directly to my heart. The protagonist stares back unable to retort, with the look on his face as if someone had finally verbalized what he had always felt but couldn’t express.
Suddenly, high school zumbo girl lifts the futon and glares at the thirty five year old. Who are you speaking to, she demands to know. He says that he’s just speaking to himself. She’s disappointed and creeped out. “[The nurse] is gone and now you’re talking to yourself under a blanket.” “It’s an old habit of mine. I talk to myself a lot.” “Well, it’s creepy. Can you cut it out for now…?”, she raises her voice as the tears well up, “‘Cause I’m the one who’s feeling more freaked out by all this! Aren’t you an adult!? Why don’t you man up!?” Girl, there’s no manning up or womanning up, at least not for broken people. You always feel inside as if you barely stopped being eighteen, and can’t shake the feeling that people are pulling your leg when they address you as an older person when they face the increasingly sagging, rotting body you inhabit. As the years pile on so do the griefs: the beings you care about and who took time out for you leave or die, the philosophies and dreams that felt so solid you could stand on them for the rest of your life crumble so easily that you are ashamed of not having seen it coming, and even love turns out to be just a temporary addiction on the way to inevitable systemic organ failure. Your emotions get dulled to an extent that everything around you just slides inches above your skin. After chains of disappointments, losses, betrayals and deaths, a single realization remains: that you can survive it all, which will remain true up to the moment when an accident takes you out, an illness rots your insides, someone kills you, or a noose tightens around your neck.
The protagonist defends himself by saying that he’s not made out of iron just because he’s an adult or a man. That it’s unfair to pressure him like that. The girl, a look of blank disdain settling on her face, wants to know who was the man the nurse addressed with her final words. “It’s because you’re always going on about petty things like that. That’s why she didn’t call your name at the end.” The protagonist, bitter, answers, “Says the one who killed her because she said you had thick armpit hair.” The high schooler’s face contorts in a teary mix of anguish and anger, and she bashes the protagonist with a rice-filled pillow. She must be containing her strength, though, because otherwise he would have been killed. As she hits him, she yells for him to give it back. Confused and in pain, he tries to stop her, and struggling, as the girl contains herself further, the protagonist ends up on top of her in bed, holding her wrists. Turns out that the mouth-to-mouth during his resuscitation was her first intimate contact, despite having had a boyfriend before the apocalypse hit. She opens up about that old relationship: he used to be her bully’s boyfriend, but either he left her for the high schooler zambo-to-be, or the girl took advantage of a parenthesis when that couple was on a break. In any case, the zamb high schooler seems to realize now that maybe he had dated that kid because she liked knowing it hurt her bully, and she enjoyed reading the bully’s pained texts as they amassed in the kid’s phone. The protagonist keeps holding the girl’s wrists, and just sort of stares at her. She wants to know what’s with that look on his face; she seems to detect his real intention, because she reminds him that the nurse died not even thirty minutes ago. He says that he realized that they might be the only people alive left in this world, and he just wanted to stay like that for a bit. I’m guessing he’s resisting a surge of lust unlike any previous in his life, looking so close at this high schooler’s thicc eyebrows. She asks him to please stop grabbing her wrists, because it’s hurting her. The protagonist apologizes and lets her go. The high schooler, however, embraces him, and with a look of pained resignation she calls him a scumbag, but that’s okay because she’s one too.
Afterwards, as they lay in bed, she asks him if when they reach Tokyo and it turns out that indeed she’s stuck with this bozo as her only non-infected source of sperm, it would be okay for both to fall in love. The protagonist, probably hiding his joy and an erection, answers that he’d be happy to accommodate her if that’s what she wants. She stands up and tells him that if she ends up losing control like it happened to the nurse, he’d be the one to kill her in turn.
(I have exhausted the character limit. Continues on the comments.)
We left our wild nurse as she abandoned the only people she could trust in this new world, with the goal of finding some clinic and expectorating the parasite in her womb. She remembers that when she had been exploring the surroundings along with high school zambo girl, they had stumbled upon a garbage truck whose driver, or whoever had stolen it, had become a zombie and died along the way; his neck was broken. However, this zed’s body had mutated sprouting additional limbs, which should have surprised both girls far more. In any case, the nurse manages to start the truck’s engine, but she worries about the noise it makes.
Meanwhile, high school zambo girl has noticed that the nurse has escaped to venture out into a likely suicidal mission. Both the high schooler and the protagonist gear up quickly and leave. They locate the truck through its noise; it’s likely the only engine roaring in kilometers around. The nurse sighs. She only stops at the last second when both block her path. She lies and pretends that she’ll come back once she’s located a safe hospital. The zambo girl, looking mad, stands in front of the garbage truck and says that there’s no way they’ll let the nurse go alone. The nurse doesn’t like someone defying her intentions like that, and far less someone who had aimed a loaded shotgun at her. She advances the vehicle enough to throw the girl to the ground, which hurts her. The nurse stops the garbage truck. Immediately remorseful, she steps out of the vehicle, only for a random, yet symbolically appropriate crawling zombie baby to bite her exposed ankle. Once she feels it she knows she’s done. The protagonist only sees a new threat, and asks the nurse to step away so he can blast the baby. The nurse yells at him to stay away. The baby stops tearing the nurse’s leg apart, and focuses on the protagonist. As the guy aims his shotgun, the nurse covers the baby with her body and presses it against her. The baby chews on her chest through the clothes. The high schooler, tears streaming down her face, understands the inevitability of what has happened, but the protagonist mumbles that it cannot end this way. Narratively, even hardcore series like “Attack on Titan”, which started liberally massacring its characters, many volumes in settles into protecting its main characters with plot armor, because any one of them falling to whichever of the threats would invalidate plenty of the setups. Important characters still die, though, but you know that some won’t until at least the major setups have paid off. Regarding this series I’m reading, so far into the volumes this nurse character already felt like she would hang around until the end.
The infection spreads almost immediately. The nurse stands up sweating, snot dripping from her nose, and staggers towards the back of the garbage truck. Clutching the zambo baby to her chest, she lies on the opening of the garbage disposal mechanism. As the protagonist and the high schooler follow her in shock, the nurse, with her speech distorted, apologizes to him, but asks him to please dispose of her. He refuses, barely coherent. She calls him useless, and tries the sobbing high schooler. She also refuses because maybe the nurse will turn into another lucid zombie, and then it would be the high schooler’s turn to take care of her. The nurse rejects it: she wants to die a human. As the infection sieges her, she tells them to hurry up, because she can’t control it. Her expression distorts and her body arches, and she yells crazily at the high schooler that her armpit hair is too thick, and for the high schooler to kill her. The high schooler breaks into anger and pushes the button. As the garbage disposal slowly crushes the nurse, she mumbles addressing the co-leader of the mall group, saying how good his cock was. I guess we now know who had wanted that guy’s superior DNA. For the second time in the protagonist’s life he had to witness a woman he was romantically involved with turn into a zombie and die with a better man than him on her mind. The garbage disposal crushes the nurse’s brain and devours her remains.
If I happened to meet someone like this nurse in real life, I know all too well that I would have ended up avoiding her, and yet I had grown fond of her. I first read this part of the series on the train at around seven and a half in the morning, and I arrived at the station just as the chapter where she definitely dies ended. Bad feeling to have to face seven hours of office work after having injected a fictional memory like that into your system. It might be particularly worse for me, because I always had a hard time connecting with real human beings or even managing to care enough for them. In any case, I can think of very few comparably undignified deaths. Giving such an end to one of your characters immediately elevates your story, or at least for people like me who equate pain with worth.
When the remaining main characters recover enough to talk, the high schooler, drying her tears, laments out loud that she had killed someone else. The protagonist launches into the usual “you had to do it, it’s not your fault” speech, but the high schooler says that he doesn’t understand. She had wanted to kill the nurse, and so she did. The same thing that happened with the zumbofied classmate from her high school they came across in the sea of trees back in volume four or five and ended up executing. For a while the high schooler had wanted the nurse gone, and it happened that the opportunity had come up. She adds that she had always had feelings like these, but only now this screwed up world keeps giving her opportunities to act on them. The protagonist stares in shock at the hint of the infection that flares in the zumbo high school girl’s eyes.
Although the author hasn’t clarified the rules about who gets to keep his mind while infected, it seems that all of them had already been contaminated with a kind of darkness, whether systemic malice, mental illness or particular neurological conditions (such as autism), which would even make sense if the infection targeted the most common neurological makeup [in an explanation for autism I read, when the neurological activity of an autistic person was tracked and compared with another autistic person’s, it turned out that they were more different than even between a regular, non-autistic person and another, let alone between an autistic person and a neurotypical one. Sort of different mind-species in practice]. So I would get to survive this zambio apocalypse for a bit, only to probably get killed by Kurusu or one of his boyos, or just shot in some random clash.
They hear loud, bizarre noises coming beyond the trees, noises they’ve never heard before. The protagonist urges the girl to make themselves scarce, and quick, back to the temporary shelter. What they missed is the gigantic, several stories tall mutated blob made from dozens of zombies melded together, that had decided to dislodge itself from the top of the tower where it was summoning the town’s zembs, and tumbled down to the street. As it navigates the town, it seems to send a mental message to all the surrounding zombies, who approach the monstrosity so they can be swallowed in turn. A wet, anus-like hole on the bottom of the monster continuously spits the soaked clothes of the latest infected person it has integrated. From the top of the blob, a few head-like protrusions sprout, along with eyes. The monster roams through town with an unknown destination, flicking cars as if they were boogers.
Back at the shelter, neither remaining protagonist knows how to address the common grief. The protagonist announces that he needs to drink something. After he does he staggers to the bedroom, where he doubles over in pain. Suddenly the futon bulges as if it was hiding another zombie baby. The protagonist, wary, lifts a side of the futon, and stares back at the most familiar face of his delusions that he used to interact with constantly back in volume one, during his regular, pre-zambo apocalypse life as a failed manga artist and sort of schizophrenic. Until this point he had managed to outgrow his delusions, or at least concentrate on the immediate threats in a way that drowned the corrupted sensorial information that his broken mind produced. “So you came running back”, says the delusion. “Of course I did. Reality is harsh.” “Though for someone like you, you’ve been doing a pretty good job in the real world.” “I know, right? But I’m already at my limit. I can’t take it anymore.” “I thought you graduated from delusions.” “I guess recently, the things happening in real life are above and beyond my hallucinations. I didn’t have the time to hallucinate, I was too busy trying to survive, but I can’t handle it anymore. Unless I escape from reality, I won’t be able to deal.” “You’ll be okay.” “Why?”, the protagonist wants to know. “You’re only pretending to be upset. You’ve never had any interest in humans to begin with. That’s why you’ll be fine even if someone dies. Drawing manga is so boring for you, because you don’t care about people.” Such nice words speaking directly to my heart. The protagonist stares back unable to retort, with the look on his face as if someone had finally verbalized what he had always felt but couldn’t express.
Suddenly, high school zumbo girl lifts the futon and glares at the thirty five year old. Who are you speaking to, she demands to know. He says that he’s just speaking to himself. She’s disappointed and creeped out. “[The nurse] is gone and now you’re talking to yourself under a blanket.” “It’s an old habit of mine. I talk to myself a lot.” “Well, it’s creepy. Can you cut it out for now…?”, she raises her voice as the tears well up, “‘Cause I’m the one who’s feeling more freaked out by all this! Aren’t you an adult!? Why don’t you man up!?” Girl, there’s no manning up or womanning up, at least not for broken people. You always feel inside as if you barely stopped being eighteen, and can’t shake the feeling that people are pulling your leg when they address you as an older person when they face the increasingly sagging, rotting body you inhabit. As the years pile on so do the griefs: the beings you care about and who took time out for you leave or die, the philosophies and dreams that felt so solid you could stand on them for the rest of your life crumble so easily that you are ashamed of not having seen it coming, and even love turns out to be just a temporary addiction on the way to inevitable systemic organ failure. Your emotions get dulled to an extent that everything around you just slides inches above your skin. After chains of disappointments, losses, betrayals and deaths, a single realization remains: that you can survive it all, which will remain true up to the moment when an accident takes you out, an illness rots your insides, someone kills you, or a noose tightens around your neck.
The protagonist defends himself by saying that he’s not made out of iron just because he’s an adult or a man. That it’s unfair to pressure him like that. The girl, a look of blank disdain settling on her face, wants to know who was the man the nurse addressed with her final words. “It’s because you’re always going on about petty things like that. That’s why she didn’t call your name at the end.” The protagonist, bitter, answers, “Says the one who killed her because she said you had thick armpit hair.” The high schooler’s face contorts in a teary mix of anguish and anger, and she bashes the protagonist with a rice-filled pillow. She must be containing her strength, though, because otherwise he would have been killed. As she hits him, she yells for him to give it back. Confused and in pain, he tries to stop her, and struggling, as the girl contains herself further, the protagonist ends up on top of her in bed, holding her wrists. Turns out that the mouth-to-mouth during his resuscitation was her first intimate contact, despite having had a boyfriend before the apocalypse hit. She opens up about that old relationship: he used to be her bully’s boyfriend, but either he left her for the high schooler zambo-to-be, or the girl took advantage of a parenthesis when that couple was on a break. In any case, the zamb high schooler seems to realize now that maybe he had dated that kid because she liked knowing it hurt her bully, and she enjoyed reading the bully’s pained texts as they amassed in the kid’s phone. The protagonist keeps holding the girl’s wrists, and just sort of stares at her. She wants to know what’s with that look on his face; she seems to detect his real intention, because she reminds him that the nurse died not even thirty minutes ago. He says that he realized that they might be the only people alive left in this world, and he just wanted to stay like that for a bit. I’m guessing he’s resisting a surge of lust unlike any previous in his life, looking so close at this high schooler’s thicc eyebrows. She asks him to please stop grabbing her wrists, because it’s hurting her. The protagonist apologizes and lets her go. The high schooler, however, embraces him, and with a look of pained resignation she calls him a scumbag, but that’s okay because she’s one too.
Afterwards, as they lay in bed, she asks him if when they reach Tokyo and it turns out that indeed she’s stuck with this bozo as her only non-infected source of sperm, it would be okay for both to fall in love. The protagonist, probably hiding his joy and an erection, answers that he’d be happy to accommodate her if that’s what she wants. She stands up and tells him that if she ends up losing control like it happened to the nurse, he’d be the one to kill her in turn.
(I have exhausted the character limit. Continues on the comments.)
April 22, 2016
Te odio Kengo Hanazawa
¿Como haces para hacerme querer tanto a un personaje y después hacer o que hiciste?, si, se veia venir hace varios tomos pero aun así...¿tanta dureza?, es el momento mas duro y cruel del libro, en cada pagina esperaba que apareciera magia y arreglara todo, pero no...sacas tu tu George R.R Martin interno fue terrible.
Te adoro Kengo Hanazawa
El nivel artístico ha sido brutal, y te marcas un zombie como nunca se había visto, terrible, inmenso, y además abres un poco el espectro y nos muestras otros puntos de vista de este apocalipsis y en la ultima parte, nos mandas unas respuestas a preguntas que nos habíamos hecho y sacaste el termino : Colmena zombie
¿Como haces para hacerme querer tanto a un personaje y después hacer o que hiciste?, si, se veia venir hace varios tomos pero aun así...¿tanta dureza?, es el momento mas duro y cruel del libro, en cada pagina esperaba que apareciera magia y arreglara todo, pero no...sacas tu tu George R.R Martin interno fue terrible.
Te adoro Kengo Hanazawa
El nivel artístico ha sido brutal, y te marcas un zombie como nunca se había visto, terrible, inmenso, y además abres un poco el espectro y nos muestras otros puntos de vista de este apocalipsis y en la ultima parte, nos mandas unas respuestas a preguntas que nos habíamos hecho y sacaste el termino : Colmena zombie
July 2, 2018
¡Increible! Algunos sentimientos cruzados pero no sé ni por dónde empezar, Oda definitivamente ya no va a continuar con el grupo y fue tan rápido que ni siquiera tuve tiempo de procesarlo, en serio me gustaba ese personaje. Por otro lado, no sé cómo sentirme con la finta de pseudo romance entre Hiromi y Hideo ... Just no?
Además en Italia ha pasado una cosa de dimensiones colosales (literalmente) y al parecer hay híbridos y zombies capaces de razonar a través de sus alucinaciones. ¡Pedazo de tomo!
Además en Italia ha pasado una cosa de dimensiones colosales (literalmente) y al parecer hay híbridos y zombies capaces de razonar a través de sus alucinaciones. ¡Pedazo de tomo!
February 23, 2020
Umwerfend. Brutal. Emotional. Erhellend. Wegweisend. Ein weiterer Meilenstein dieser an Höhepunkten ohnehin nicht armen Serie. Ich komme wirklich aus dem Staunen nicht mehr heraus, wie sich die Geschichte entwickelt. Klare Empfehlung!
September 26, 2016
9 bulan menunggu akhirnya volume 16 terbit juga! Apa lagi ya yang mau dikomentari? Gambar dan detailnya juara banget! Plot ceritanya pun tak terduga!
September 23, 2016
WTF is going on?! If this was a TV series, this is the finale of the season. Main supporting cast was killed (perhaps the actor/actress decided not to renew the contract), some new characters were hinted, and then a full circle to some points from episode 1.
Damn, I'm still upset by the death.
Damn, I'm still upset by the death.
November 11, 2020
KENGO HANAZAWA ES ES UN MONSTRUO EN DERRIBAR TUS SENTIMIENTOS, (TE ODIO KENGO HANAZAWA) Y CREAR UNA ATMÓSFERA APOCALIPTICA AL MISMO TIEMPO.
¿Para qué leer I am hero 16?
1. Para conocer como la humanidad colapsa por culpa de estos seres que llamamos zqn, que ahora ya tienen un objetivo en común, y es atemorizante.
2. La acción y las dudas crecen a través del avance de las paginas.
3. Nos ponen una nueva hipótesis de lo que esta pasando en la tierra, y te cambia toda la perspectiva de estos zombies.
4. Hay nuevos personajes, que te dejaran aun más sacado de onda, pero con ganas de saber que va a pasar.
5. Las muertes en este tomo son muy crueles, que te rompen el corazón.
6. Los gráficos aún siguen siendo estupendos y ahora con tintes más grotescos.
7. El juego de realidad e ilusión se vuelve a generar en este tomo de manera sorprendente.
¿Para qué leer I am hero 16?
1. Para conocer como la humanidad colapsa por culpa de estos seres que llamamos zqn, que ahora ya tienen un objetivo en común, y es atemorizante.
2. La acción y las dudas crecen a través del avance de las paginas.
3. Nos ponen una nueva hipótesis de lo que esta pasando en la tierra, y te cambia toda la perspectiva de estos zombies.
4. Hay nuevos personajes, que te dejaran aun más sacado de onda, pero con ganas de saber que va a pasar.
5. Las muertes en este tomo son muy crueles, que te rompen el corazón.
6. Los gráficos aún siguen siendo estupendos y ahora con tintes más grotescos.
7. El juego de realidad e ilusión se vuelve a generar en este tomo de manera sorprendente.
October 23, 2017
Ese giro fue tan sorprendente. Les juro que no me esperaba algo así, se está terminando el correr para sobrevivir en algo mucho, pero mucho más grande.
July 3, 2018
After a long break (why? I'm not sure), I'm finally back at this zombie/alien pandemic treasure. Do your self a favor and rustle up the first couple 'o volumes.
January 15, 2021
El episodio más desgarrador y sorprendente de la serie hasta el momento. Es una muestra del dominio narrativo de los que lo hicieron. Fabuloso.
May 4, 2023
Primera parte del manga: 😢😢😭😢😭😢😭😢😭😢.
Segunda: eh(????? Esto es legal? Osea si, se podria pero... Eh...
3ra: QUÉ MAMADA?!??!?!?!??!
Segunda: eh(????? Esto es legal? Osea si, se podria pero... Eh...
3ra: QUÉ MAMADA?!??!?!?!??!
June 29, 2023
Isto é um daqueles tipo "there's too much to unpack here so let's just throw the whole suitcase away". Mais uma vez compensou o saber ler italiano *finger guns*
July 17, 2023
Bello, ma folle.
December 13, 2025
This is one of the better volumes. A rollercoaster or emotional drama mixed with the weirdness of the zombie apocalypse. It feels like we are gearing up for the end.
March 16, 2017
voy de corridito porque está buena
February 23, 2024
I am hero 16
The Hiromi, Hideo and Oda story takes a tragic course, really sad.
Then we get some view on the zombie situation on Italy, and some kind of explanation on the huge zombies formed by many zombies.
We then see another group of people from Japan, the one of the cover.}
4 stars.
SPOILERS
The Hiromi, Hideo and Oda story takes a tragic course, really sad.
Then we get some view on the zombie situation on Italy, and some kind of explanation on the huge zombies formed by many zombies.
We then see another group of people from Japan, the one of the cover.}
4 stars.
SPOILERS
October 15, 2016
Kengo Hanazawa did it again. Mungkin karena lagi buntu ide bagaimana melanjutkan cerita perjalanan Hideo dan Hiromi untuk dapat bertahan hidup, maka lokasi cerita dipindahkan ke Pisa, Italia. Ditambah-tambahkanlah tokoh sampingan yang sebetulnya tidak begitu relevan bagi para pembacanya yang sebetulnya penasaran dengan nasib Hideo. Mirip-mirip dengan serial "The Walking Dead" yang sudah tidak jelas mau dibawa ke mana. Jadi akan diselesaikan di volume berapa serial ini?
August 16, 2015
A friend got infected and died. New characters emerged. A little bit of explanation were discussed behind the things happening around the world.
Two thumbs up for the storyline and for the amazing art!
Two thumbs up for the storyline and for the amazing art!
July 28, 2016
Es wird langsam richtig gut! Verdammt nochmal, wir erfahren mehr hinter dem Ausbruch des Epedemie und das Leben nimmt gewaltige Wendungen auf sich. Das wird eine krasse Fahrt!
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