It wasn’t that Wakaba Hiiro was attracted by the manga’s cover, but rather that she had never read this particular manga before; she was Evil God D, after all, and she had read every single manga book in existence.
Don’t ask why she had read them all; if you must ask, it was because she was a god.
Hina opened the manga book, revealing that it was a black-and-white comic drawn with a pen, and flipped to a blank page.
Hina pulled out a pen from who knows where, closed her eyes, and adjusted her breathing rhythm, her mind as calm as still water without a single ripple.
When she opened her eyes, her gaze became resolute, as if she had turned into a completely different person.
Her pen tip fell like an immortal descending to the mortal realm, sketching out frames straighter than anything drawn with a ruler.
She captured every character proportion and detail with absolute precision—truly a work of divine craftsmanship with the final masterstroke applied, portraying the characters vividly and with lifelike realism.
Ever since Hina obtained the [God-level Drawing Ability] from the newbie gift pack and the blank manga books acquired for free through daily check-ins, she had planned to adapt the plot of the parkour game she played in her past life, “ninja must die 3”, and record it into this world in the form of a manga (referring to Hina’s home).
At this moment, Hina was wholeheartedly drawing the manga, completely unaware that Wakaba Hiiro was watching her draw with one eye and gazing at her manga book with the other.
Just like that, the time of an entire class period slipped away.
Hina closed the completed manga book, totaling thirty pages after a single class.
It depicted the decisive battle between the protagonist five-member group and Hayabusa.
The scenes were rendered even more intensely, the control of details was impeccably managed, and the coordination among the protagonist five-member group was executed to perfection.
Yet Hayabusa managed to precisely dodge all their coordinated attacks, making it look as though he wasn’t even fighting at full strength.
The illustrations were detailed down to the millimeter.
“Hello, Classmate Wakaba, I’m very glad to become your deskmate.”
Wakaba Hiiro: —
“Emmm, it looks like you really like reading manga. Coincidentally, I draw my own manga that hasn’t been published yet. I brought a part of it, and I’ve colored the first and second volumes. Would you like to take a look?”
With that, Hina took out a set of manga from her school bag, totaling four volumes, plus the one currently being drawn, making five volumes in all.
Each volume was roughly 3 centimeters thick, and the manga series was none other than “Ninja Must Die”.
Without standing on ceremony, Wakaba Hiiro put down the manga book in her hand and picked up the first volume of the manga drawn by Hina.
Just as she was about to read it, a discordant voice interrupted.
“Ooh my, I’m so sorry, Wa—” The owner of the voice was none other than Urushibara Mirei, who harbored intense jealousy and hatred toward Wakaba Hiiro’s beauty.
At this moment, she was holding a freshly opened bottle of beverage in her hand, about a meter away from the manga book in Wakaba Hiiro’s hands.
Yet somehow, some of the beverage spilled onto Wakaba Hiiro’s desk, almost splashing onto the manga book.
Had Hina not suddenly catapulted to her feet and grabbed Urushibara Mirei’s hand, otherwise those pages of the manga would have been stained with color.
These manga books were Hina’s painstaking efforts; they absolutely could not be ruined just like that.
“Classmate, did you do that on purpose or by accident?” Hina looked at Urushibara Mirei with a smile, her tone clearly sounding calm, yet somehow exuding a murderous aura.
“O-Of course it was an accident, let go of me quickly.” In the first half, Urushibara Mirei’s voice gradually tapered off, while in the second half, she realized that her hand was being grabbed by Hina.
“Apologize.”
“Ah!”
“Apologize!” Hina applied a bit more force to Urushibara Mirei’s hand, causing Urushibara Mirei’s face to show a bit more struggle and pain.
“F-Fine, I’ll apologize right now. I’m sorry, Wakaba.” Her tone clearly carried a trace of lingering resentment and defiance.
“Do it over. That wasn’t sincere enough.”
“You… Ah…” Hina applied even more force to her hand, hurting her so much that her face contorted completely.
“Fine… I’m sorry, Wakaba.” With that, Hina released her grip on Urushibara Mirei’s hand.
As expected, her wrist had been grabbed so hard by Hina that it was red and purplish.
Urushibara Mirei glared viciously at Hina, her gaze filled with a desire to tear her to pieces.
Hina sat back down in her own seat and found that Wakaba Hiiro was engrossed in reading the manga, completely unbothered by everything that had just happened.
That made sense; after all, she was Evil God D.
As mentioned in the original work, bullying her right in front of her was no different from a mere bug flying around disorderly in front of her face.
As a side note, Hina used an ink-wash painting style for coloring, which was why Wakaba Hiiro found it so fascinating to read.