1983 Past Life Manga King

“Ah…….”

I figured out what it means.

Haha, Seon-hee, that guy can paint all night unless someone stops him, so once you start, there’s no such thing as enough.

Anyway, after the signing session, everyone moved with the help of the staff.

Even in the middle of moving, Seon-hee waved people’s hands with her character’s characteristic charming gestures, and those who responded to it cheered.

After moving, we enter the room guided by the staff.

Perhaps it’s a conference room or chairs around a round table.

After closing the door and hitting the aluminum blinds on the window, Seonhoe took off the Hello Kitty mask.

My hair is wet, and my expression looks brighter than usual.

Somehow, he looks like a kid who had a lot of fun.

“Oh, look at your hair. It’s a mess.”

“Wait, I have a handkerchief and a comb.”

Sumire opened her own bag, took hers, and handed it to Kyunghee. Then, Kyung-hee hurriedly begins to tidy up Seon-hee’s hair, while she sniffs while putting her nose to Seon-hee’s head.

Seeing that, I shouted.

“Hey, why are you smelling it?”

“Still, it doesn’t smell that bad, so that’s a good thing.”

“I am.”

It was ridiculous and I laughed.

Even in the midst of this, I am proud of her sister-in-law taking care of her younger sister.

“Did you have fun today?”

Seon-hee shakes her head at Kyung-hee’s question.

Sumire, who was looking at him, looked at him with envy.

Oh, he said he had no brothers or sisters.

Then Kido came in with a knock on the door.

“Wow, you’re here as well, our Sunny.”

“Am I Kyunghee?”

“Oh, that’s right. I’m sorry.”

Saying so, he laughed out loud.

“It’s a bit sudden, but it’s nice to meet you guys.”

I thought he would be angry for coming without contact, but he doesn’t seem to care.

Rather, he says something incomprehensible.

“Well, since we won, there’s no need to ask for unnecessary things.”

“Winning? What else do you ask for?”

“It’s nothing.”

Saying that, he waved his hand and laughed out loud again.

what?

I have no idea what the hell is going on.

Noisy Comiket (1)

“Oh, so this guy is a cartoonist?”

When Kido heard the story about Sumire, he made an interesting expression.

“Uh. I’m serializing a short one in Shonen Jump right now. Maybe, once I finish this one, I’ll start serializing a long one.”

“No, because it’s not confirmed.”

Sumire pats her hand at my words.

“It’s still amazing. You say you’re a sophomore in high school, and yet you’re already a cartoonist. Geniuses recognize geniuses.”

“No. I’m not compared to a genius like Seon-hee.”

Maybe it’s thanks to her hard work in Korean, she can pronounce Seonhee quite well.

No, that’s not the point in the conversation right now.

Ah, now we are at Kido’s house after a long time.

Today, the fishermen left work early, so no one is in the studio.

Thanks to this, Sumire is able to properly observe Kido’s studio.

“Today, there are a lot of pretty girls and it feels like the house is bright.”

Kido’s wife approaches with a smile as usual. On a tray in her hand, she lays delicious sweets and tea.

“Goto-san, if you’re not far from my house, you come to my house often to play. Okay?”

Keydo’s wife says to Sumire with a smile.

“may I?”

“Yes, right?”

She says so and she turns to Kido. Then Kido immediately nodded her head and smiled.

“Haha, yes. I often come to play, check out the studio, and ask if there’s anything I don’t know.”

“Isn’t that really going to be a problem?”

“You’re a bum, I can’t stand it. And if you’re a friend of Sunny, you’re also my younger brother.”

“Thank you very much.”

If she is tall enough, she will be of great help to Sumire as well.

“Anyway, are you going to Comiket tomorrow?”

Kido looked at me and asked, and he nodded his head.

“uh.”

“What do you do at a high school festival like that?”

With a look that Kido didn’t understand, she asked.

I am well aware that comiket in this era is just like a high school festival, as Kido said.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

In a clumsy booth, clumsy cosplay.

Mostly high school students.

Of course, it will become a huge event in the future, but

“Because there is a relationship that sold books last year.”

“I heard about that from fishermen. They said the price of one book was quite expensive? Well, they said that it was sold out quickly because there were only a few shots.”

“Ha ha. Yes.”

In fact, I’ve heard that Jiro, the person in charge, mistakenly stated the price, and that it happened.

“Then are you planning to sell books this year?”

“What about a book? I just want to take a look.”

“At this point, how about wearing that cat’s mask like yesterday and participating? I think it’ll be fun.”

At that, Kyung-hee, who was chewing the sweets that Kido’s wife had brought, intervened.

“Is there anything we can do to catch Seon-hee on this hot day?”

“Ah, that’s right. The bookstore was so cool, but it seems like you’ve suffered quite a bit.”

Seonhee had a hard time too, so she’s still chewing on sweets with a face that looks pale. However, the autograph session itself seemed to be enjoyable, so it must have become something of a memory.

However, Sumire, who was chewing on the candy, said to Madame Kido with her round eyes.

“This is really delicious. Have you ever made it yourself?”

“Yes. It’s a hobby. Would you like to take a look?”

“Really? Is that okay?”

“of course.”

“I want to see you too.”

“me too.”

Even her twins came out and Mrs. Zakido nodded her head in delight.

“Now then, would you like to follow me? There are only ingredients left to make earlier, so how about we try it together?”

“Yes, I like it.”

“Wow, that would be fun.”

“Then, everyone, follow me to the kitchen.”

“Yeah.”

Like the chicks chasing a mother duck, Kido chases his wife and disappears into the kitchen.

But then a doorbell is heard.

“Madam, I’m leaving.”

At Kido’s words, she hears her wife’s voice from the kitchen.

“Yes, Thanks.”

Kido hurried out and sat on the sofa in the living room.

From the kitchen side, you can hear the voices of the women who have just entered the room, grinning and laughing.

Come to think of it, I had forgotten that the twins were high school girls.

I’m a man, so I don’t know for sure, but I know a little bit about how girls like to make sweets and cakes.

In fact, it’s true that I’ve eaten a lot in the Japanese kitchen, but it’ll be a fun experience as it’s the first of its kind.

Anyway, hearing the sounds of women having fun, I feel happy without knowing it.

By the way, why doesn’t this person come in as tall?

Did you have any problems other than the front door?

Out of curiosity, I get up from the sofa and open the living room door and go outside.

You can see Kido on the side of the gate that crosses the lawn.

However, it seems that there is someone in front of the height, but he is blocking it with his body, so it is hard to see.

Who is it?

For the first time, I don’t approach it, I just stare at it from a distance. But the atmosphere is not good.

Kido’s harsh voice seems to be audible at first glance, is he fighting?

I thought it was a personal matter, so I just went back in and saw the face of the person in front of the key.

But how come it’s familiar

I don’t know if it’s an old one, but it was a face I had seen a few hours ago, so I immediately remembered it.

Nishida Yuki.

He is a cartoonist by Esper John.

It’s a well-known fact that Kido is a cartoonist who doesn’t usually speak very well. Then why did he come here?

Did you come directly to fight?

If so, that’s a bit bad

I thought so, then the window in the living room opened, and Kyunghee put her head out and called me.

“Oppa, would you like to taste the cookies I made now?”

Perhaps the sound could be heard all the way to the gate, so suddenly Kido and Nishida looked towards us.

Then, Nishida quickly escaped Kido and entered the room.

“Hey, Nishida!”

Kido called me, but Nishida came straight up to me at a quick pace. And then you ask all the time.

“Aren’t you from Sunny’s family?”

“……Yeah?”

“It’s just Korean, right?”

Saying that, I looked out the window towards Kyunghee, who still sticks her head out.

Kyung-hee is also curious about what is going on, looking at this side and tilting her head.

Kido, who followed quickly, grabbed Nishida.

“This, what is it? It’s against the promise.”

“The results have not come out yet. Do you not know what the outcome will be if you finish the autograph session?”

“I would have won anyway.”

“That’s nonsense.”

What are these people talking about?

What do you win anyway?

Anyway, I was making an absurd expression, then Nishida looked at me again and asked.

“Isn’t that right? I heard from Mr. Sunny’s family, Otake. That Mr. Sunny is Korean.”

“Who is Otake?”

“Oh, sorry. This is my editor.”

“……Ah.”

Then it makes sense.

If it was the editorial staff, the extent to which Sunny was Korean would have been well known.

It’s a problem that cartoonists can figure out if they want to know.

Just like Kido did.

However, most cartoonists say that even though they are very interested in painting, no one dares to show interest in us.

Anyway, unlike other cartoonists, this yangban seems to have a lot of interest in us.

Hagiya even showed Seon-hee’s autograph at the autograph session, so it might be natural.

What. I have no intention of lying to anyone who knows this much.

Anyway, it is also a way to make our existence known naturally little by little.

“Yes, that is correct.”

“Ah, too.”

Nishida smiles with a satisfied face.

Kido, who approaches Nishida like that, frowns and asks him.

“Hey, this is a crime of trespassing.”

“Isn’t it too much? You’re hiding it like this, knowing that you want to meet Mr. Sunny like that, and defeat has not been decided yet. It’s good to go to the bookstore and see the match even now.”

“Why am I going there?”

“Then please let me meet too. Where is it that we meet separately like this?”

“Because no.”

I don’t know what the hell it was from before.

Rather, it feels like a sack of barley that I borrowed for something.

Does our opinion matter?

Then the living room door opens and Kyunghee comes out with her apron on. Then he walked towards us with a plate of sweets.

“Come on, this is what I made, so please try one at a time.”

Having said that, he handed each cookie to Kido and Nishida. Then, as if he remembered Kyunghee who was looking at Nishida, he nodded her head and said aloud.

“Ah, ah. That’s the person who was signing by Seonhee’s side, isn’t it?”