I had the sweetest dream a few minutes ago, and I'm writing it down to remember it. Here we go!

So, it starts out in a local mall's bookstore, and I'm looking around the far back of the manga section. I find a pair of books, bound together. One black, and one white; no bar codes, no title logos, or anything to hunt that's inside. They were bound together by some kind of wierd string so I couldn't see what was inside.

So I bring it up to the cashier, and he tells me, "Boy, you ever hear the legend of Mangatoh Ryu? In ancient Japan, he was an unknown wallscroll artist and practiced swordsman, with the power to bring drawings to life... He lived to be over 350 years old, right up to the time when early manga was being created. His final work was sealing his inks and paper in two books."

I didn't really give a crap, cause I'm a manga addict, so I buy them any way, and the cashier sighs dejectedly, letting me purchase them, and go on my way. When I step outside and unravel the long string binding the books to each other, both the string and the books start to glow. The string wraps around my waist like some kind of belt with holsters...

..and the books become cases for ink and paper. From out of nowhere, I get a calligraphy pen, carved with the Japanese phrase, "The heart refected on paper" in the handle.

I think, sweet, so I whip out a piece of paper, and draw the first thing that comes to mind: a monster. Nothing happens... at first. I hear a scream from nearby, turn the corner, and find a very different monster that what I drew causing hell at the nearby food court. A girl is about to get killed, and I act the stupid hero, getting a little cut up in the process.

The moment my blood hits the drawing I made, inky tendrils fire out splattering the ceiling, and slip down to the ground, screaming out in a battle cry. Granted, mine was only made in black ink, so it paled in comparison to the other one, clad in dark blue-gray armor and viscious claws, but they fought anyway.

My monster barely won, and I got even more cut up in the process. Before I could understand what was going on, a group of suited Japanese business men ask for the two books. I confuse their request for asking if I'm from Japan (ni hon), so I say no, and they start attacking me!

I think to myself that I could kick their asses if I had a badass sword like from Bleach, and for no damn reason, a nearby kid's copy of Bleach rips apart, and the pages swarm around the brush, turning into a sword made of paper. I freak out a bit, ranting about the writer of Read or Die getting pissed before I'm dragged by the sword to beat the crap out of the three business men.

Just then, the ink itself from the ink case and from my monster, all slip into one giant mass, forming into a detailed rendition of an old man with a brush for a walking stick. He tells me, "Your power is weak for now, but to go as far as reaching level two from instinct... interesting."

I get confused at this, so he seems to start explaining it. "At level one, drawings you create come to be, such as the creature you made. At level two, aspects of drawings by other artists come to be, such as the Mangatoh, the Comic Blade. Remember this well, as it is crucial to your survival as a Mangakyu. I will tell of the others as you ready for their power, but no later." Then he disappears, and I wake up.

It's not really furry, but I thought it was pretty awesome...