The artstyle is really unpleasant. The kid is about six inches tall and half forehead. Emotional closeups fill whole pages with disgustingly overdrawn snotty facial features. Glasses lose their temples or flexibly curve across faces like goggles because people's heads are drawn too wide, but only from certain angles. Half-baked perspectives reveal an incomplete grasp of anatomy. But the real problem is that the writing stampedes through melodramatic cliches without ever giving its boring characters time to endear themselves.

The characters have little appeal. It's just assumed you will automatically love any little kid with superpowers. The entire point is that the two main characters mutually need each other, so they've got to develop a father-son relationship, but there's nothing to it at all. The kid literally just jumps in and demands this occur, and it does. He has the ill-defined ability to break them both out at any point, but they don't. The angry dad grabs and wrestles away a gun held directly against the back of his head and because he's an angry dad this works. Then the guy with the pistol shoots off his whole leg with one bullet. Then he gets back up. Is there supposed to be tension here?

The entire comic is just a cheap excuse to show a man doing brave manly Japanese dad things: sniveling, hitting your kid to make a point, and dying in a pointless sacrifice.

I did enjoy the prison overseer's enormous, creepy leer and frighteningly bald head. (Because everyone's proportions constantly change, I couldn't tell whether there were one or three characters like this.) The scummy scoundrels in the background benefit from the grossly exaggerated style, like One Piece's freaky bad guys. Tajima Nanae should play to his strengths and not put cartoon toddlers in solemn melodramas.