1983 Past Life Manga King

After knowing the circumstances, my curiosity about Seon-hee’s older brother increased.

To be honest, I’m even more surprised that these people are Korean.

Even Sumire is well aware that the rumors about Korea are not very good just looking at the manga.

It is also famous to say that illegally copied copies are sold as books, and in any case, the economy as well as the culture are far from reaching that of Japan.

But how could such cartoonists come from such a place?

What I learned through conversations during that time.

Obviously, they didn’t even live abroad. There may be people who are very talented when it comes to painting, but this family is somehow special.

Among them, Yoon-hwan Lee and Seon-hee Lee seem to have been born for comics.

Kyung Hee is also great, but among them, she is just an ordinary person.

If so, how are you?

Maybe they are just ordinary people with ordinary talents.

Sumire’s expression changed strangely.

“……”

And I remembered the situation before I came to Korea.

No, to be precise, it’s from the school trip.

According to the original plan, I was going to miss out on the school trip.

But my father said that school trips were also an important experience, so I had no choice but to come because he told me not to miss them.

It was because he intended to make his debut as a cartoonist right after graduating and studying more at the drama village.

Some short stories have already won awards from mid-sized magazines.

Thanks to this, he said that he was the most promising cartoonist candidate and had several interviews with magazines.

Even in Gukhwachonsuk, he has been attracting attention to the extent that he is envied by others. For Sumire, all of that was very natural from an early age.

Her dad always said, ‘You’re a talented kid unlike me. If you work hard, you can become the best in Japan.’

And I have taken it for granted.

However, that thought was shattered when she met Seon-hee during her school trip.

A girl approached while she was sitting on a secluded outdoor bench and painting her.

That child was Seon-hee.

In Japanese, Seon-hee says, ‘I love painting. Draw well,’ she said.

She was just surprised to hear such a thing in Japanese abroad.

I was about to break up with her right away, but Seon-hee also drew a picture of her in front of her.

She was a pencil drawing, but she recognized at a glance that she was by no means unusual.

And she was shocked.

A child overflowing with her talents to the point where her own talents seem overshadowed.

Although it was a very brief meeting, Seon-hee left a strong impression on her Sumire.

However, even after she returned to Japan, the afterimage of Seon-hee remained.

As I watched Seon-hee’s drawings over and over again, my desire to confirm something more grew.

So I told my parents about it, and it was hard to get permission.

And when I came back, I was shocked once more by the reality far beyond my own thoughts.

She, who had been conceited all this time, was only considered ashamed of herself.

While I was thinking about it, Seonhee said to Sumire while chewing on a cookie.

“Now show me your picture.”

“I saw you yesterday.”

“Drawing.”

Seon-hee looks at Sumire with a curious expression.

At that moment, Sumire felt that Seon-hee was a child who genuinely liked manga.

So she smiled straight away.

“Is that so?”

“Huh.”

***

After leaving Jeon Sang-gil’s studio, he broke up with Park Sang-sik and returned to the studio.

When I opened the door and entered the floor, I saw Snow White, which had not been seen for a while, spread out in the sunlight.

Looking at the convex shape of his stomach, he seems to have grabbed a lot of something.

“Let’s sell good guy. What the hell did you eat?”

I can’t give you an answer.

Bite my tongue once, I went straight into the studio.

However, Seonhee and Sumire were sitting at the desk, and I caught my eye, concentrating on something.

“…?”

Seeing that I was absorbed in myself without knowing that I was there, I wonder if I was even drawing a picture? But when I got closer, I saw that Sumire was drawing, but Seon-hee was just looking at Sumire’s picture.

One sheet illustration.

It looks like a painting of a medieval gypsy dancer, but the clothes pattern is very colorful and detailed.

It is a very delicate hand work to draw the patterns engraved on the clothes one by one.

It’s a completely different illustration from the manga I saw in the manuscript yesterday.

It is a completeness different from the manuscript completed with a pen line.

Perhaps it was because the pen line was still inexperienced?

The feel of the pencil is quite good, and there is another charm.

If you look at the skill of the pencil alone, it feels like you surpass Seon-hee.

But when Kyung Hee came in from the kitchen and saw me, she was surprised.

“Uh! Brother, when did you come?”

Seon-hee and Sumi-reh, who finally realized that I was approaching, raise their heads.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

Surprised, Sumire stood up.

“Are you here?”

“Uh, yes. I was drawing.”

“Yes. Because Seon-hee wanted to see you.”

“Okay? Can I take a look at it once it’s finished?”

Sumire was startled by those words, and her expression immediately brightened.

“Yeah.”

And then immediately start drawing again.

But he keeps glancing at me as if he’s worried that I’m by his side.

I got off my desk and sat down at the table.

Then, Kyunghee puts down the plate with pancakes on the table.

“Are you going to eat too?”

“Huh? No. I’m fine. I came out to eat.”

“Ah, there is a separate stomach for rice and a separate stomach for snacks.”

“It’s the same with you guys.”

At that, Kyunghee laughs.

Seon-hee doesn’t care about the pancakes that Kyung-hee brings, but still clings to Sumire, looking at the picture she draws.

It’s the first time I’ve seen someone so absorbed in a picture drawn by others.

Well, the picture was amazing.

After a while,

Having completed the painting, Sumire got up from her seat, and she came to me with it and held it out.

“I’m here.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

When I received the picture, I immediately inspected it closely.

It’s definitely a different picture from yesterday’s manuscript.

The one drawn in pencil is much more attractive.

“The feeling of drawing is definitely good.”

“Oh, is it?”

“Yeah. If this is enough, I would be able to make a much better manga manuscript than yesterday.”

“…Then, is there still a problem with the pen line?”

“Well, the pen itself wasn’t bad.”

“then……?”

“The problem is that it doesn’t match your picture.”

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Sumire was startled by my words. Then she asked with a worried expression.

“Well, then what? If you don’t match the pen line, you will be disqualified as a cartoonist.”

“…disqualification?”

“Yes. I’ve always been taught that the basics of pen lines are important even at Gukhwachonsuk.”

“Yeah. That’s right. Whatever it is, the basics are always important. However, there are many styles of basics.”

“…?”

The background is usually left to the assistants, but the artist’s pen lines for the characters are mostly done by the artist himself. This is an important skill that must be learned, especially if you are a rookie.

This is because, if you leave the character pencil lines alone, it often degenerates into a soulless cartoon that has no drawings of its own and is just dragged around by the story.

Anyway, seeing my eyeballs twitching, I guess I didn’t understand it properly.

“So, you just need to find a pen line that fits your drawing.”

“A pen line suitable for my drawing?”

“Uh. That’s right.”

He asked me with a slightly cautious expression on my words.

“I don’t know exactly what you mean. Are you saying that there is a separate line for my style?”

“Yeah. And I’ll find it.”

“……”

“Of course, there are specialists for that part, so don’t worry too much.”

“…?”

Sumire tilted her head.

next day.

Silver asked, startled.

“What? Are you asking me to find her pen?”

“No, I’m not asking you to find me, I’m asking you to help me find it.”

“Why do I do that?”

Although they talked in Korean, Sumire, who was next to him, was restless as he knew it was a negative reaction.

But with a look of disinterest, she told Sumire this time.

“Did you finish the drawing I asked you to do yesterday?”

Sumire looked at Silver’s eyes and answered my question carefully.

“……Yes. I drew three, three pages.

“Hey, you didn’t even say I’d do it.”

Despite Silver’s taunts, I firmly spoke to Sumire.

“It’s okay, so give it to me.”

“……”

Because of the silver, he hesitates, but can’t get the manuscript out.

“Because it’s fine.”

“Ugh, really.”

Despite Silver’s murmuring, he forcibly received the manuscript from Sumire, and immediately presented it to Silver.

“character.”

“Who saw it?”

He was about to laugh because he had a chubby figure, but he said it seriously while controlling his expression.

“Okay, let me take a look.”

“……”

“It’s because I’m not forcing you.”

“…sheesh.”

Pretending not to win, Silver accepted the manuscript. Then, with a puzzled expression on his face, he glanced at the manuscript.

“……”

But at that moment, there was a subtle change in Silver’s expression.

Seeing that the tip of his eyes trembled slightly, he seemed a little surprised at the drawing.

His eyes change completely soon, and he begins to examine all three chapters slowly.

Even though Silver has a bit of a preconceived notion, he’s not a deceitful person to the point of denying a good picture.

“…is this really drawn by him?”

but still has a grumpy face.

Is it some kind of image management?

He smiled inwardly and nodded his head.

“uh.”

“Isn’t Seon-hee supposed to help?”

“Your style is different from Seonhee. Can’t you see it?”

“Yeah… well, it is.”

“Aren’t you fooling around?”

“What do you mean? I’m a story expert.”

“The bullshit is, everyone here knows that you have a knack for painting, but where are you talking bullshit?”

“How come, hyung is so cheap even if he expresses himself? Anyway, he only gave me a little bit of advice, but he’s really talented.”

I hear the sound of giggling and laughter from the people around me wondering if the word cheap is interesting.

When Silver turns around, everyone bows their heads and concentrates on their work.

Silver then turned her gaze back to me.

With a frown on his face, he looks like he really is.

Well, I interfered a little bit, but no, I interfered a bit with the continuity and composition. Still, I didn’t draw or draw it myself.

Anyway, I pretended to be calm and kept looking, but this time Silver looked towards Sumire.