Shigeru's midnight visit leads Seiichi back up the hill where his mother dropped him as a child...and as events begin to fold in on themselves like the layers of his psyche, Seiichi starts to see the past through Mommy's eyes...
With one symbolic act, Seiichi can finally free himself of his mother's malign influence—but is this a nightmare, or is it all too real?!
Shuzo Oshimi (押見修造, Oshimi Shūzō) is a Japanese manga creator. Drawn in a realistic art style, his comics tend to be psychological dramas exploring the difficulties in human relationships and often touching on disturbing situations and perversions. Oshimi debuted in 2001 with the manga series Avant-Garde Yumeko, appeared in Kodansha's 'Monthly Shōnen Magazine.' Most of his works since then have been published by Kodansha and Futabasha. Among his first successes the single volume manga Sweet Poolside (2004), later adapted into a live-action film, and the series Drifting Net Café (2008–2011), also adapted for TV. Oshimi reached international acclaims with The Flowers of Evil (2009–2014) and Inside Mari (2012–2016), both adapted into successful anime. Other notable works are Blood on the Tracks (2017–2023) and Welcome Back, Alice (2020-2023) .
Oh no... I expected something like this to happen... although I thought of something a little bit more interesting... This story feels average for now, I really want to see where the author is headed!
Man, this sure is fucked-up. Seiichi is now detained for killing his cousin, and his weird connection with his mother is ever stronger, resonating in the very core of his soul in the shape of a butterfly. Gut-wrenching, disturbing, mind-achingly beautiful art from Shuzo Oshimi for volume 11 of this terrifying series. The blood on the tracks keeps getting thicker, staining the pure white snow in a dark angry shade of red color.
When I think of Blood on the Tracks, this is the volume that I think of. For me, it is the penultimate volume in showing the building up of the desecration and destruction of the Seiichi's mind and spirit. It's genius in every image, panel, and theme being explored. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I reread this one before picking up volume 12 and I was shocked and horrified all over again even though I knew what was coming. The art in this volume is so superb and terrifying. My love for this series is amped up here. This is 100% one of the best manga series out there currently being published. As of now, this is my favorite volume of the series. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 5 stars. WHEW! The psychological breaking of volume 10 was a lot, but it was nothing compared to the complete absolute desecration of Seiichi's mind. The complete breaking of his fragile psyche is gone. That went bye-bye. To see him even say, "Bye-bye," as though he has not completed the most evil act. A great arc in contrast to what his mother started in him as a young boy and at the start of the manga. All that started has come back around. I loved the butterfly imagery in this volume. It was striking and offered a sense of dread instead of its typical radiant hope.
Culmina el giro iniciado en el tomo anterior, con unas consecuencias devastadoras. El infierno de Dante es un valle de los Alpes en pleno verano al lado de la vida de Seiichi.
Seiichi’s psychotic break continues up on the snowy mountain overlook— in the wee hours of the morning.
A horrific memory from his past claws itself to the surface, prompting Seiichi to act.
He is urged to complete the job his mother attempted to complete on him when he was a small child.
Well.
He completes Seiko’s other latest attempt.
So… what does that even mean?
Seiichi has just killed someone.
This was an incredibly psychological volume for both Sei and the reader. Seiichi wakes up that morning to the sunlight beaming into his bedroom— snuggled under his blanket.
The whole thing was just a dream! The snowy walk up the mountain, the appearance of his mother, the terrible deed committed— none of it was real.
Honestly, I was so irritated. There’s no way mangaka Oshimi would pull something so dumb like that.
But when Seiichi stumbles out of bed to look out of the window— it has indeed, snowed.
He looks around the room, eyes landing on his soaking wet winter coat.
He walks into the living room, his snow boots in the same condition.
Seiichi was outside.
This was reality, and not a dream at all.
Further confirmation comes shortly afterward when detectives arrive at his home, questioning Seiichi on the whereabouts of a particular person.
This leads Seiichi to confess about his “dream” as the detectives look on in horror and with a sickening realization.
Seiichi really did it. He’s finally snapped.
The final pages of the volume take place in the juvenile detention facility, where Sei will be staying as the courts decide how to proceed with the case.
He looks so broken, so small.
Now I’m wary and confused— shocked and horrified at the circumstances. What began as a break from reality has quickly turned into an act of murder.
Seiko has truly and successfully destroyed her son.
Say out loud, "It was only a dream . . . or was it?" and you now know the sound creativity makes when it dies. It's a pathetic whistling gasp, isn't it?
This series has fallen off a cliff and cratered hard into the snow-covered rocks below, and I've lost most of my enthusiasm for it.
Another excellent volume. Our main character is now being studied and committed some atrocious crimes. How will he end up? Really...it doesn't look good.
Astonishing how real this feels. Probably coming to a conclusion soon. This time I had to wait longer to read the next volume. It was a highly anticipated long wait.
He llegado hasta aquí sin escribir reseña de ninguno de los tomos previos. Normalmente no me gusta hacer esto pero rastros de sangre lo he leído en un frenesí. Página tras página, sin parar. No sé que ha pasado en cada tomo. Lo que sé es que es una obra perturbadora, incómoda de leer y muy bien hecha. Se bebe. No tiene muchos grandes eventos que te vayan enganchando, es más bien un todo de inquietud que me hace no poder parar.
Dopo il picco dei volumi 9 e 10, questo è parecchio sottotono. Ci può stare, però spero ci stiamo avviando a un punto, non so quanto altro abbia da dire questa storia.