“Excellent,” Leo said, his eyes lighting up. “Then we start with . Forget the superpowers. At its core, it’s a brilliant, twisted chess match between two geniuses. A cat-and-mouse thriller about justice and ego. No ninjas, no pirates—just psychological warfare. You’ll be hooked by episode two.”
Mateo folded the paper carefully and put it in his pocket. He didn’t feel paralyzed anymore. He felt like an explorer standing at the edge of a vast, beautiful, and welcoming jungle. All he had to do was take the first step. And he knew exactly where to put his foot.
“Exactly,” Leo said, picking up his Foucault again. “Anime isn’t a genre. It’s a medium. It can be anything—a horror, a comedy, a romance, a philosophical treatise. You just have to find the right door to walk through. You just found five of them.”
“Leo, right? The anime guy?” Mateo asked, his voice a mixture of hope and desperation.