Initially I thought this manga to be the same style with others of Fujiko F. Fujio and was eager of the humour and excitement in it. However, as soon as I showed it to my friends, one of them commented of how different, not for children and deep it was, it got me puzzled.
I mean, we all know Fujiko F. Fujio for his amazing works for children right? How can he do something not for children and deep? Doraemon is deep but it doesn't get you think to much. It just comes naturally to your way of thinking. And I wondered...
I immediately read it after that. For the first chapter, I was carried away. I've read seinen. I've read slice-of-life. I've read sci-fi. But this, it got me thinking of everything and everyone and every thought and every character. It gave me the silence, the pause to look at myself again, to revaluate myself again. Snapped. Was all that in front of me that "real"? Or was it just the mind going along?
Almost every chapter was fierce, intense, and sometimes difficult to even face. I found myself wishing, please please, let the next chapter be lighter-hearted. Please let the next chapter be... be less painful. All these humanity, psychology, science, actual and fiction are collapsing and merging inside my head, yet I can't stop reading. It's "real". It's heartfell.
And I was never to look at Fujiko F. Fujio the same way as before no more. He is truly one of the most respected beings ever grace the face of this planet. I'm terrified and thankful for him.