I've never seen a story so devoid of everything. Only god knows how the author managed to pluck the very artistic nature of this medium and transformed it in such a appalling product.
There is no character development, only wrath.
The MC is plagued by japanese passiveness, no matter how much...
He is the one who stands the banner against corruption, the one who dirts his hands so that others may stay clean. But to win this war we need more fighters like him!
The image of Walter White screaming while stuck in a car with the windows closed reflects pretty well what I feel reading this. Something foul is about to unfold and my only course of action is to witness it. I can only hope my boy Hiroto can save his family. Because I damn know this shit will...