00:00Pitch of this, the dust hasn't even settled from the cosmic chaos of the reptilian's explosive demise,
00:04and Bamamoise, our pint-sized powerhouse with a spirit vaguer than her cast,
00:07shrunken frame, tumbles and ceremoniously into a crated field like a discarded action figure.
00:12The Landscape?
00:13Total alien makeover.
00:15What was once a sleepy stretch of earth is now a moonlit watson of a peeved out and eerie silence,
00:19courtesy of those slimy extraterrestrials who have been turning our world into their personal demolition derby.
00:24Momo's rolled up, bruised but breathing her psychic senses on the fritz because plot twist she's derched her suit,
00:29and without it, Bamora, her ghostly psychic extraordinaire is just a whisper on the wind she can't quite catch.
00:34Cut to Momo's in a monologue hitting harder than a orc uppercut.
00:37She's staring up at that bloated full moon, the one that's been looming like a judgmental eyeball all arc,
00:41and it crushes her.
00:43Seiko, you make it to the hospital okay, right, she mutters to the stars,
00:46her grandma's fierce face flashing in her mind.
00:48But nah, the vibes are straight up to spare a clock.
00:51Momo's fading literally, her presence flickering like a bad signal whispering about how she's all alone now.
00:56No ocaron's turbocharged bravado, no seiko's no-nonsense tough love, just her and the void.
01:01It's raw, you know.
01:02Thaggot punch loneliness that sneaks up when the adrenaline crashes, leaving you small and echoey.
01:07If this were live action, you'd hear the crickets mocking her,
01:09the wind cowering fanned echoes of her cruise battles won without her.
01:13Enter stage left, escort of wandering priests, straight out of a fever dream kabuki play,
01:17their faces hidden behind creepy no masks that scream ancient ritual incoming.
01:21These dudes aren't your garden-variety exorcists, they're like the manga's secret source of
01:24folklore weirdos, materialising from the shadows with zero fanfare.
01:28You're two friends.
01:29Handled, one rasps, first muffled like he's garbling gravel.
01:33Now it's your turn, kid.
01:34Momo, too white to argue, gets bundled up in these spectral wrappings think mommy
01:38she can whisk the way on a shadowy pilgrimage.
01:40Destination?
01:42A hidden temple carved into a cave, dripping with that damp,
01:44incense-heavy atmosphere that makes your skin prickle.
01:47Torches flicker on walls actually with symbols older than your grandma's grudges,
01:50and the air hums with unspoken power.
01:52Boom big moment alert, the head priest, this enigmatic rogue figure with eyes-like
01:56polished obsidian, steps up with the outside no kazuchi.
01:59If you're not deep in the lore, and hey, no shame, this series drops myth-bombs like confetti
02:03that's the legendary mallet of fortune from Japanese tales tap it and wishes manifest
02:07as eye-shifts curse his crumble.
02:09Momo's floated into a steaming spring, vulnerable as a newborn,
02:12her tiny form bobbing like a forgotten tea leaf.
02:14The priest dips the mallet, ripples race across the water like electric veins,
02:18and when they kiss her skin,
02:20pablum.
02:21The spring erupts and a geyser of ethereal light,
02:23water exploding upward in a symphony of splashes and steam.
02:26It's visceral, chaotic pages practically vibrate with the force.
02:29Then, the assistants swarm like efficient bees,
02:32rifling through the frosted fish out her girl.
02:34They drape her in fresh robes faster than you can say exorcism speedrun,
02:38and just like that poof curse lifted.
02:40Momo's back to her full, fiery self, standing tall well,
02:43five to a tall and the temples glow,
02:44the weight of oscillations laughing off like old skin.
02:47The vibe starts as a soul-crushing solo ballad,
02:50all quiet desperation and sorry regrets,
02:52then flips the script to triumphant mysticism.
02:55It's Dan Dardan at its core, horror-tinged heart,
02:57wrapped in supernatural spectacle, leaving you breathless and oddly hopeful.
03:01Momo's not just saved, she's asterisk or born asterisk,
03:04and you can feel the series revving up for whatever eldritch encore awaits.
03:07Oh man, you can obitatsus are in chapter 209.
03:11It's like a mainline espresso and focal straight into his inking pen dynamic,
03:14dripping with personality, and so gorgeously grotesque it hurts in the best way.
03:18Let's start with the highs, because holy ochite the highs are stratospheric.
03:22That opening splash of Momo cratering into the alien ravaged field.
03:25Chef's kiss.
03:27Tatsu nails the desolation with these sweeping,
03:29jagged panels that twist the horizon into a fratid nightmare cracked earth-like shattered glass
03:32under a filter of silvery moonite.
03:34The shading.
03:36Lottery blacks bleeding into greys,
03:37giving the landscape this otherworldly sheen that screams earth's been punked by ETs.
03:41It's not just pretty, it's asterisk immersive asterisk,
03:44pulling you into Momo's vulnerability like you're right there,
03:46dirt in your hair, heart in your throat.
03:49Character work shines brightest in the emotional beats,
03:51and Tatsu's a god and maestro there.
03:53Momo's loneliness sequence.
03:55Cup-wrenching.
03:56High face, there's white, haunted eyes reflecting the moon's glow,
03:59tiny beads of sweat or tears you decide,
04:00eye-tracing paths down her shrunken cheeks it's intimate,
04:03almost uncomfortable in its honesty.
04:05No other the top manga tears here,
04:06just subtle line work that conveys a world's weight on one girl's shoulders.
04:10And the priests?
04:11Asterisk Muir.
04:13Asterisk, those masks I etched were such intricate,
04:15almost hypnotic patterns,
04:16swelling motifs that evoke ancient seals while their robes flow in these fluid,
04:19shadowy calls that make every panel feel alive,
04:22like the cave itself is breathing.
04:24The Ritual Climax.
04:25Explosive Gold.
04:26The Archad no Kusachi Mallet's tap sends ripples that Tatsu renders as these sinuous,
04:30almost alive waves,
04:31coiling like serpents before the big erupt pages 18 minutes 20 are a frenzy of splash effects,
04:36water droplets frozen mid-air, light fracturing into prismatic shards.
04:40It's kinetic poetry, blending horror manga grip with shonen flare,
04:43and it pops off the page harder than a kaiju sneeze.
04:46But hey, full no doubt means calling it like we see it,
04:48and while Tatsu's on fire 95% of the time, there's a gentle nudge for that last 5%.
04:52The assistant priest's scramble post-eruption feels a tad rush,
04:56there's great coat panels of them dressing Momo are packed with motion lines and fabric folds,
04:59sure, but they blur into a whirlwind that sacrifices clarity for chaos.
05:03Who's who under those masks?
05:05Hard to tell in the frenzy,
05:06and it pulls you out just a smidge when you're craving those character-defining details.
05:10Also, the cave temple's backgrounds,
05:12while atmospheric as hell, lean heavy on repetitive shadow play,
05:15a few more unique environmental quirks glowing funky.
05:17Carved yokai reliefs?
05:18Could have elevated the mysticism without bloating the page count.
05:22It's nitpicky, I know like complaining about the cherry on a perfect sundae,
05:26but in a series this visually bombastic, every line count.
05:29Overall though, Tatsu's evolving style keeps Dan Doddan's art as its secret weapon,
05:33raw, expressive, and unapologetically weird,
05:36making All Alone a feast for the eyes that lingers like ghosts after images.
05:39Phew, stepping out of All Alone feels like shaking off a chill after a late night ghost,
05:43though equal parts rattled and recharged.
05:45This chapter's my new obsession because it dares to hit pause on the bombast,
05:48and zoom in on the human or half-spirit,
05:50core, isolation as the real monster.
05:53Momo's not just fighting aliens or yokai here,
05:55she's wrestling their bone-deep fear of being left behind,
05:58and Tatsu serves it with such tender ferocity that I'm utterly crying into my cafe lottie.
06:02It's the quiet pivot, Dan Doddan does best after,
06:04arcs of turbo-granners and furrowed bombers.
06:06This soloist spotlight reminds us why we stand,
06:08these kids and their adrich entourage are asterisk as asterisk,
06:11fumbling through cosmic crap with heart and tassel.
06:13The rituals pay off.
06:15Pathotic as hell, like exhaling after holding your breath for 208 chapters.
06:19I'm crossing every finger, and maybe tapping a mallet of my own for the reunion,
06:22knock our own stalky grin crashing into Momo's eye roll,
06:25sick of barking orders like the family anchor she is.
06:27Bring on the full team glow up, but please,
06:29more of these vulnerable detours, they make the spectacle sing.
06:32If Dan Doddan keeps blending laughs, scares, and soul like this,
06:36it's not just peak manga, it's the comfort reader binge we didn't know we needed.
06:39What's your take team on Momo introspection or unleash the chaos?
06:43Spell Felifan next rounds on me.
06:47Take care.
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