1983 Past Life Manga King

As soon as we were guided inside, Sumire’s mother smiled awkwardly and said:

“It’s going to be uncomfortable because the house is a little too small,” she said.

“no.”

We were thinking of staying at a nearby accommodation, but Sumire decided to stay at her house for a few days, so we decided to do so.

“I prepared a meal.”

Somehow, as soon as I entered, I could smell the delicious smell.

“I was still hungry.”

“Come this way.”

It seems that the food was prepared in advance because of us.

It wasn’t flashy, but there were a lot of delicious food, and thanks to that, I ate a lot.

And as soon as the meal was over, the children went straight up to Sumire’s room on the second floor.

Seeing that, Goto-san, who was smiling happily, asked me.

“I heard that Sumire taught us a lot. She is always grateful for that.”

“Well, I didn’t teach you much. There are people who taught me more than I did.”

“Ah, you’re talking about a teacher named Silver.”

Silver is just a word we call each other, but Sumire seems to think that was his real name.

Well, that’s true, it’s not important.

“I am always grateful to him.

As you may know, it is all thanks to the teachers that I started a short serialization in this Boy Jump.”

Sumire’s mother, who is sitting opposite the words, also smiles with her soft smile, and she says thank you.

So, I talked with Goto-san about Sumire.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard it, but I’m not really known as a manga artist. But my daughter Sumire has always admired me like that since she was a child. So I decided to help Sumire. That’s why I sent her to the Drama Village. ”

“Yeah. He has a great sense of comics.”

“Ahaha. I can’t help but feel better when my daughter gets compliments on this. I’m sorry.”

While talking like that, there are a lot of comic books on the bookshelf on one side of the living room, and in the meantime, I can see some familiar books. That’s Samsara

All four books published so far are neatly arranged, so it feels strange.

The samsara you see in a Japanese house gives you a different feeling.

Without realizing it, I approached the bookshelf and took out samsara and asked.

“Since Samsara is here too, I feel a bit strange.”

“Oh, yes. Awesome work. It’s my kid’s favorite cartoon, but I’ve been enjoying it the most lately too.”

“Oh, this is an honor. Thank you for liking our work so much.”

“……Yeah?”

Goto-san looks at me with a surprised expression.

The same goes for the wife.

“Seo, no doubt. Are you the cartoonist teacher who drew Samsara?”

What is this reaction?

Did you really not know?

“Oh, no. I was in charge of the story, and one of the twins I just came with is Sunny.”

“…Yes! Is that really?!”

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Goto-san asks, surprised to the point that it seems a bit harsh.

Did you really not know?

It seems that Sumire didn’t say anything at all.

Even so, I really didn’t know how to keep it a secret even from my parents.

Anyway, I answered Goto-san’s question with a bewildered expression.

“Yes. Well, yes.”

“……”

Two couples are looking at me with their mouths open at the same time.

I rolled my eyes and added soon after.

“If it is known that Samsara is a Korean writer, I think it will not be good for publication.”

Goto-san, who immediately came to his senses at my words, turned into an affirmative expression.

“…Oh, I see. I understand.”

Did you really understand?

Anyway, I have to apologize.

“I’m sorry. I unintentionally made Sumire hide that fact.”

“No. If you’re a writer for Samsara, it’s hard for even your parents to tell you easily. Sumire did a good job.”

“Ah…….”

You grew up very strict.

Somehow, I thought the kid was very polite.

But immediately, Goto-san said with a puzzled face.

“Then we didn’t invite you to Japan for nothing? You must be busy with the Samsara series.”

“I don’t mind because I have a lot of free time to work. Rather, I’m grateful that we even invited them like this. It must have been a lot of trouble to invite them.”

Goto-san immediately shook his hands and smiled awkwardly.

“No. It’s annoying. It’s nothing compared to the help Sumire received.”

After knowing that Samsara is a writer, perhaps it is a burden, the couple’s expressions are more rigid than at the beginning.

Then Sumire, who had gone upstairs, came down the stairs and she said to me.

“Brother, please go upstairs together.”

“Upstairs is your room. You play with your peers, and I don’t want to disturb you.”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“No disturbance, and I’m in the room next to the kids now, not mine.”

“The next door?”

“Yes. It’s in the studio. I want to show it to my brother, how about it?”

If so.

“Uh, yeah. Then I’ll see. I’m curious too.”

I immediately get up from my seat and go upstairs.

Then Sumire takes the lead and goes back up her stairs. But then, Goto-san said in a small voice.

“Sumire, wait a minute.”

As Goto-san waved his hand toward Sumire, he tilted his head and came down.

Then he said to me, who stopped while going up the stairs.

“Go up first. I’ll go up soon.”

“Uh, okay.”

As I nodded my head and went up, Sumire passed me by and descended.

I have a rough idea of ​​what to talk about, but I can’t get in the way of family conversations. There is no need to pay any attention, and I immediately look away from them and go up the narrow wooden stairs.

There is a slight creaking sound from under my feet.

Even the railing is slightly wobbly, so it doesn’t feel very sturdy.

Is it because it’s an old building?

Anyway, I walked up the stairs cautiously.

When you go upstairs, you will see two rooms facing each other.

I didn’t know which side was Sumire’s room and which side was the studio, but I could tell right away because of the voices coming from inside the door.

I stood in front of the door where I heard the sound.

Where are you?

Carefully open the door and step inside, revealing a small interior space.

A large bookshelf occupies one wall, all full of books, and two desks catch my eye.

A slanted wooden board, inkwells, and pens are neatly arranged, making it immediately clear that this is a cartoonist’s desk.

One of the desks has a strong old feel, and the other doesn’t look very old.

It also seems to be a studio shared by a woman and a woman.

As I entered the room looking around, Kyung-hee, who had been talking to Seon-hee for a while, turned to me.

“Oppa, look here, isn’t it great? There are a lot of books.”

Kyunghee looks around the bookshelf with an admiring expression.

But unlike Kyung-hee, Seon-hee is looking around the two desks. In particular, he shows curiosity, such as touching old cartoon tools on the desk.

Probably because everyone has different interests.

Anyway, Kyung-hee looks around the bookshelf, takes out a book and opens it carefully.

“Oh, there are so many difficult Chinese characters that I can’t read.

My reading skills have improved a lot, but I’m still clumsy.

Still, I’ll keep checking to see if there’s anything interesting.

Seon-hee also looks like she enjoys holding each tool one by one and holding it in her hand.

I’m too busy looking around the room with my twins.

Then there are 5 old books on one side.

It is written as a man’s sky.

By the way, the author’s name is Minoru Goto.

Goto Minoru… … It is probably the name of Sumire Goto’s father.

The year of publication is 1967,

In addition to that, there were also five comic books, three-volume, four-volume, etc., all by the same author.

Check the year of publication of the books.

Sumire’s father debuted in the 1960s and was active mainly until the 1970s.

Looking at the books, most of the war cartoons were popular at the time.

The 1960s was a time when war cartoons were popular in Japan.

American comics also had a lot of war cartoons from the 50’s to the 60’s, so I think it was probably influenced by that, but I don’t know the details.

Even in the era I lived in, data on the 1960s were not readily available.

Anyway, seeing that the cartoons I drew at that time are still well preserved, it feels like I’m in the middle of a long history of comics.

I’m starting to like this place that touches the sensibility of a fan after much effort.

In addition, when I have time, I thought of doing research on comics from the 50s and 60s.

In any case, Goto-san said that he is not a very famous manga artist, but it seems that he has worked quite hard.

If you’ve seen such a father since childhood, it’s understandable that Sumire was greatly influenced by him.

“…?”

Then, on the wall next to one of the desks, a row of picture frames caught my eye.

All photos are black and white.

Goto-san looks younger than he is now.

So he looks like his former colleagues.

These are pictures I took with people.

However, a familiar face appears between them.

“uh?”

The person standing with Goto-san is a man wearing a bread hat and black horn-rimmed glasses, the iron-armed atom’s father, Osamu Tezuka.

Osamu Tezuka is a manga artist who is so famous that it is not necessary to talk about it.

He is the only man in Japan to be called the ‘God of Manga’.

Although he was a cartoonist, he established Mushi Productions and made Japan’s first animation called ‘Iron Wand Atom’, and since then, he is a prominent figure who has created countless masterpieces.

In Korea, Akira Toriyama is also called ‘the second god of manga’ by some people, but in Japan there is only one god of manga, Osamu Tezuka.

When I was living, he was a legendary figure who had already passed away a long time ago, but thinking that he is still alive at this time, it makes me feel strange for some reason. have.

Suddenly, I wonder what it would have been like if I had come here in their prime.

But then he shook his head left and right.

A, then it must have been more difficult to come to Japan.

“Why? Does anyone know?”

Kyung Hee looked around the books and came up to me and asked while looking at the pictures in the frame.

“Uh. A few.”

“Really?”

“Well, I don’t know personally.”

Then suddenly another voice intervenes.

“Do you know them too?”

Sumire said as she came in carrying a tray of drinks and sweets.

“Oh, well. Only a few people. I’ve only seen it in pictures, but I haven’t seen it in real life.”

“I heard that my father had a little life with them in the past.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. By the way, I guess they’re known a lot in Korea?”

“No, it’s not, of course, comic books and anime are a little known.”

With that said, Sumire put the tray on the table and asked with a curious expression.

“What is known in Korea? I’m curious.”

This is the one, I can’t talk about the shameful pirate version, and it’s a bit awkward, so let’s just talk about the anime.

“The anime was aired last year under the title Atom Returned. And a few years ago, there was also an article in Ribbon, and of course, the title that aired in Korea was Rangranggisago.”

This time, Kyunghee intervenes in my words.

“Oh my, I saw that, both are by the same cartoonist.”

“Uh, this guy.”

Saying so, he pointed to the person in the picture.

“There are many more interesting things in this guy’s work, especially firebirds and blackjack.”

“Know.”

“Wow, I guess I haven’t seen you before.”

“My brother is like this. Ahem!”

Sumire smiled as Kyung-hee raised her nose and made a fuss.

“After all, I think he was born for comics.”

I feel like my whole body is shrinking because it lifts people up too much.

As I was disturbed by the atmosphere this time around, Sumire said, pointing to the sweets on the table, presumably noticing it.

“Eat some and take a look.”