Large foot in foreground: effective.
Lots of falling down.
Drinking. Also: foreshadowing.
Tezuka pose + large, innocent eyes.
Puffy smoke. Moral murkiness?
Squiggly line in the rain.
More falling, even in flashback.
Realization. Flight. Regret.
Cops in pursuit.
Whoever drinks the potion loses a hand; danger in foreground again.
There he goes again.
1956. Young creator + super-fast production schedule + hackneyed plot = compelling, fast-moving, exciting story, surprisingly. Talent, eagerness on display, very interesting read. Good? Not especially, but still worth a look.