I Am a Hero

Quite a slow burn, high effort seinen, with the kind of japanese macabre that’s a less crazy cousin to the Uzumaki series.

This is a zombie story from the back of shoulder view of a clueless lowvalue resentful incel with even worse stats than Elliot Roger.

The art is excellent, the story progression slow as a baseline with sudden jerks of narrative development; you might not like it, but this is what peak realism looks like. Boring, chaotic, sometimes coincidental.

The psycological profiles of the characters, both losers and normies, are accurately represented: resentment, deception, vanity, pettiness, jealousy, selfdelusion. So much so that the manga gets uncomfortable to read at tines, because we start to recognize those same venal traits in ourselves.

This manga is a novel.

It should not be a moneymaker to the audience of a medium dominated by shonen expectations.

What is admirable is Hanazawa-san keeping at it, completing it, even in the face of this reality.

I cannot say if it is courage or autism, but I expect that Hanazawa-san will regard both as praise.

Based.

Thank you for the story.