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hanagedetemasuyo

Published on Oct 12, 2026

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character: videl, mr._satan, copyright: dragon_ball wide shot, 2persons, 1girl, 1man, comedy, slapstick, gag manga, buried in ground, hole in ground, dirt mound, only head visible, black afro, bushy mustache, heavily bruised, black eye, swollen eye, one eye closed, crossed bandages, adhesive plaster, screaming, wide open mouth, flying sweat drops, single tear, black hair, low twintails, blue eyes, cold glare, serious expression, deadpan, black fingerless gloves, giant shovel, shovel on shoulder, patting ground, dust puffs, martial arts arena, stone tournament ring, fluttering banners, daytime, blue sky, clear sky, bold cel shading, crisp bold linework, vivid colors A wide shot captures a bright, sun-drenched courtyard outside a grand stone martial arts tournament arena, where a large circular ring and fluttering festival banners stand under a brilliant daytime blue sky. In the foreground midground, a man is buried completely up to his neck inside a deep hole in the dry earth, leaving only his head protruding from a neat, conical mound of freshly packed dark brown soil. His enormous black afro is crisscrossed with thick white bandages, and his comically battered face is covered in small cross-shaped plasters, dominated by a swollen purple shiner that seals his left eye completely shut. His remaining eye bulges in frantic desperation as his mouth stretches open in a wide, hysterical yell, sending exaggerated translucent sweat droplets flying into the air alongside a single fat tear running down his cheek past his thick black mustache. Standing directly beside the dirt mound, a athletic teenage girl with jet-black hair tied into two low twintails and sharp blue eyes looks downward with an icy, unblinking glare. She rests the long wooden handle of a giant metal shovel effortlessly across her right shoulder, her right black-gloved hand anchoring it in place. Leaning down slightly with bent knees, her left fingerless-gloved hand firmly pats down the loose earth right against the side of his head, sending tiny distinct puffs of dust rising upward with each sharp impact. Strong midday sunlight strikes from high above, casting crisp, hard-edged cel shadows directly beneath the dirt mound, her boots, and the heavy iron blade of the shovel. The scene is rendered with thick, dynamic ink outlines, vibrant flat cel coloring, and high-energy slapstick comedy.

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