1983 Past Life Manga King

“It’s me!”

Hearing this, Yajima giggled and laughed.

Then she tapped Mukai and asked.

“Are you still taking a break from manuscripts these days?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“It’s a pity.”

“Hey, stop paying attention. Because he has no luck or talent.”

“I was unlucky, but even talent.”

“You don’t have a talent for storytelling.”

“That’s it, yes.”

“Really this person. I’m here to make fun of you.”

“haha. Because it is not.”

“That’s right, what?”

At that, Yajima laughed again, and she asked quietly in a soft voice.

“I have a story. Would you like to see me?”

Mukai snorts at those words.

“In addition? All three of the stories you’ve brought me have been lousy. But do you want me to do that again?”

“Well, how are you? three or four times.”

“what? Are you saying that now?”

“Still, I liked you very much at first. It was popular, even for a short time.”

“Then what do you do? The story quickly went awry and it was ruined.”

“Haha, it was.”

“What are you going to do if you laugh at this moment?”

“But it’s a thing of the past, so what should I do with laughter?”

Mukai glared at Yajima like that. Then he grumbled again.

“Sheesh, that’s too much. Still, I was in charge.”

“Well, I’m still in charge.”

“You are funny. What is your responsibility?”

“How would you like to read it?”

“I am busy right now.”

“Read it at least once while smoking. I think it will be the last.”

Mukai flinched at the words of the last one.

“It was the last time before.”

“Oh, did you? haha.”

“Do not laugh! Really.”

“Then, I will go.”

Saying that, he handed over the envelope as if tossing it, got up from his seat, and went straight out of the alley.

“uh? what? Are you just going?”

“Ah, they said that the story writer Samsara acknowledged.”

“What?”

Surprised, Mukai looks down at the briefcase in his hand.

Samsara is her favorite cartoon right now.

He recognized Samsara even in the most confident paintings, and the stories are excellent. But did the story writer of such a work admit it?

than that.

“Was there a separate writer for Samsara’s story?”

“Ah, you said something useless.”

“Tell me for sure.”

“Come on, I’ll do that later, and I’ll go for it.”

“Mr. Yajima. Let me tell you!”

“See you again.”

“Damn, I like the next one.”

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Mukai, who had been staring blankly at Yajima’s back with a smile, looked down at the briefcase he was holding in his hand.

“A story recognized by Samsara?”

Suddenly, a strange feeling arises.

And I remembered something from a long time ago.

Hajime Mukai.

When I was in high school, I was noticed by Yajima, a novice editor, and made my debut with a short story.

However, the good times were just the first and the last.

As with most newcomers, when he was young, he heard that he was painting a little bit, and he was only digging in one way. So, a person who will not lose to anyone if it is a painting

there was a god

However, when he himself serialized a work called a manga in a magazine, it was never as easy as he thought.

It used to be a cartoon to express a story through pictures, but in the end, the basic thing is the story. As a result, no matter how talented you are in drawing, cartoons with no interesting story are poisonous.

not self-supporting

Even if we poured everything into one scene, the result was the same.

Although Yajima helped me with the name work, I have published three short stories in magazines, but each time I have only been ignored by the readers.

Even the editorial department acknowledged that he was good at drawing, but in the end he did not have the talent as a storyteller.

However, neither he nor Yajima gave up.

If he doesn’t have a talent for storytelling, he can just draw someone else’s story.

So, Yajima tried new opportunities by connecting with new writers who won the story contest hosted by the magazine.

I wanted to see if the manga that was serialized for the first time did well in the questionnaire and was successful. But like most new writers, in the end

The story burnt mountain by revealing the limits of the room. The two volumes ended quickly.

Still, I thought that there was a certain possibility, so I received more stories and serialized them, but in the end that too failed. The third time, I couldn’t even finish one book at all.

It ended in such a mess that I had to end the series.

After that, I made several short stories, and Yajima in charge worked diligently to connect with a good story writer. But awareness is already low.

It was a friendly situation, and story writers were rather reluctant.

As a result, he made his debut as a cartoonist, but the pressure on his living expenses was unavoidable.

After that, Mukai eventually suffered from the hardships of life, and after quitting manga, he worked in a restaurant like this, living day to day.

He looks down at the briefcase still in Mukai’s hand.

“If it wasn’t written by Samsara, it was just acknowledged. After all, you are a rookie. It’s nothing to look forward to.”

Mukai grumbled like that, rubbed off his cigarette, opened the envelope and took out the papers.

And when I saw the first chapter, I burst out laughing.

“Jungwon Cooking King? The title is too.”

I don’t know what it is, but she quickly turned to the next page, thinking that the title could be understood as a boy’s manga-like title. But he puzzled him from the first chapter.

“Hey, why is the picture like this?”

The painting that feels too insincere frowns.

At least, I have to express it to some extent with a picture, but this is just a picture that feels like a match, so it’s almost laughable. And there was another problem.

Even the words written in the speech bubble feel strangely vague.

The first thing that came to my mind for a moment was ‘I was deceived’.

“Yajima, this person is real…”

boredom creeps in

No matter how much he is a rookie, he feels like he has brought something like this to himself. So I have the urge to throw it in the trash for a moment.

woke up

“What is it, it is a work approved by Samsara!”

The hand holding the paper is trembling.

However, since Yajima brought it on purpose, I thought it would be polite to read it once and throw it away, so I persevered and started reading it.

However, the more I read, the more strange it becomes.

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It was obviously a feast of beggar-like pictures and poor writing, but I couldn’t figure out why he was so engrossed in the content.

First of all, from the setting part, I slowly put it together in my mind.

The setting is ancient China.

It is a story of various monsters appearing, or a number of martial arts experts appearing as in China.

It is interesting because it is a world that seems to be a mixture of the stories of warriors and the story of Journey to the Journey. In addition, the setting that the main character is a genius born with cooking skills is attractive.

Although it is a story about the death of a parent and revenge, the feeling of going on an adventure like Journey to the West is stronger than the feeling of wretchedness.

Isn’t adventure a boy’s dream?

It’s an incredibly messed up picture, but in my head, it feels like the characters in the story come to life.

This was a new world.

I wonder if there has been a story that has been immersed in this much since Samsara recently.

It wasn’t until now, but it’s interesting and fun enough to accept that Samsara’s writer has admitted it to some extent.

A tingling sensation rises up the spine and hits the back of the head.

flinch

It feels like he has finally found the light after living in despair.

But it was then.

“Hey! Mukai! What are you doing after dying outside! Aren’t you going to work?!”

“·················ogue.”

“Hey!”

Soon the door swung open, and a short man with sharp eyes screamed.

“Hey, this is a baby! Aren’t you going to work?”

Nevertheless, Mukai was still looking at the painting and his eyes were shining.

“Hey! You can’t hear me! Is your senior funny?! Are you going to quit your job?!”

At that, Mukai, who was sitting on the floor, abruptly got up, opened the door, looked at the man who came out, and screamed.

“I will not! Don’t do it, bastard! 🥺, just this. The younger one is the senior and really!”

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The man was startled by Mukai’s actions and then froze with a blank expression. When Mukai, who was usually gentle, came out so frighteningly, his body stiffened.

“Hey, hey. You know I’ve been patient for a long time, right? If it’s like the old temperament, it’s just Kwok!”

When Mukai raises his hand and threatens him once, he winces.

Seeing him like that, he smiled and took off the apron and staff clothes he was wearing and hung it on his body.