1983 Past Life Manga King

“Yeah, considering the fact that not so long ago, the tyranny of the joint publishing company was so severe that even cartoonists were going to die, it’s a lot better now. But it’s still a long way off. In the meantime, in May, a lot of cartoons are piled up and burned, and strange things such as a cartoon self-cleaning contest are held every time. Because of that, living as a cartoonist in Korea is difficult.”

Having said that, Kim In-ki looked back at Park Sang-sik and me and smiled.

“A dark story is not suitable for a talented junior. It was surprising anyway. The talent to be able to create stories in such a short time. How are you two working?”

“Yoonhwan mainly talks orally. So most of the ideas and skeletons are made by this friend. I organize it neatly, write it down, and complete it again with the continuity.”

“The team is well put together. They are also certain of their place. It’s not easy to come up with a story as a team.”

At his words, this time I asked him a question.

“How do you make up stories?”

“In this case, I usually get ideas while having a drink and talking with the president, or with Mr. Kim. And when something good comes to mind, I immediately write it down and turn it into a story.”

“Ah.”

“People like us always carry a notepad and write it down whenever it comes to mind, huh?”

Park Sang-sik nodded his head as if he strongly agreed.

“Ideas don’t come with a notice. Flash, flash.”

Kim In-gi laughed as he saw Park Sang-sik talking while scratching his head like a joke. Then he tilts his head for a moment and pulls out a notepad.

“Wait a moment.”

Having said that, he began to diligently write something down.

Perhaps at this moment, something rubbed against his head.

While he was writing something, I opened the window slightly to escape the stuffy atmosphere of the cafe.

The cool air of the end of November comes in through the window.

The music is loud in the street.

Michael Jackson’s ‘Billie Jean’.

Along with ‘Beat It’, this song is the most listened to on the street.

I reflexively mumbled while listening to the music.

“Is it moonwalk?”

It reminded me of him singing and dancing to this song when he was young on YouTube.

But as if he heard my murmur, Park Sang-sik intervened.

“uh? you know it well I was more shocked than the broadcast. Back dance, Michael Jackson is a real dance god, god.”

“·················ogue.”

“You listen to Michael Jackson songs and ‘Karma Chameleon’ from the Culture Club every day on cassette these days.”

Next to him, Park Sang-sik grumbles about what makes him so happy.

Anyway, looking at the atmosphere, I think this year was probably the year when Michael Jackson’s music caused a sensation around the world.

Even though I’m of a completely different generation, it’s just the kind of music I’m familiar with here.

He is also the king of pop.

By the way, what is a culture club?

I can’t pretend I know.

“I was a little awkward with pop songs.”

As if he had finished taking notes, Kim In-gi intervened in our conversation.

“I like Song Chang-sik’s ‘We’ the best. I don’t like crazy pop songs.”

“Ok? I hardly ever listen to music.”

“Listen to Korean songs.”

“But what good idea did you come up with?”

“No, what. It’s just boxing. You flashed, so it reminded me of the fast boxing steps.”

“Ah.”

“I even thought of the title for a moment.”

“What?”

“Hmm, a short step?”

“Oh!”

Without realizing it, I screamed and jumped up from my seat.

At that moment, the two of them looked up at me blankly, as if frozen.

The people in the cafe also look at me at the same time.

“Ah.”

For a moment, he scratched the back of his head and sat back on the sofa in a slumped position.

“Hey, you were surprised. What is it?”

“Oh, no.”

He chuckled lightly and laughed. But what surprised me was that the famous ‘Short Step’ story came out. Actually, this work was drawn in 1985, so it is a manga that will come out about two years later. However, since I remembered the first idea to begin with here, it is because I was surprised that I was here at that very historic moment.

However, on the other hand, the fact that I have already come up with the story is crazy to think that the manga could come out sooner.

Oh, has this already started to affect history?

No, it may not be the same story as the original short step.

Now, like it or not, it has begun to directly or indirectly affect the history of the comics world.

My shoulders become heavy in the dark.

*

“I went.”

“······I also.”

The twins enter the house.

However, Kyung Hee’s expression is very memorable.

“brother Brother.”

I was watching TV with my body on the hot floor, and when Kyunghee yelled at me, I turned my head.

“···········?”

“Look at this. braided!”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

He grabs two paper bags and shakes them sideways.

“······what?”

However, the letters on the envelope are somehow familiar.

This is the logo of a famous fast food company I know. Of course, it feels a little different.

Anyway, when I look at him with startled eyes, Kyung-hee giggles and speaks in an excited voice.

“Do you know what this is?”

“It’s a hamburger.”

“Oh, just looking at the envelope, you can guess at once. Right?”

“Are you ignoring me now?”

It’s definitely nice to meet you at this time.

“Did you buy it to eat?”

“How can I buy this expensive thing with my own money?”

As if it doesn’t make sense, he immediately turns his back and says. Perhaps she was wary of back smashing to her mother.

“then······?”

“I was coming home and a brunette sister gave it to me.”

“Brown?”

“uh. They said to me, ‘Are you Yunhwan’s younger brother?’ Yes. I answered, and suddenly he hugged me tightly.”

“·················ogue.”

brown haired sister?

Who is it?

Well, I thought it was someone I didn’t know, and while I was trying to look away, there was a face that came to mind.

The brown-haired woman I met in front of a nearby hole-in-the-wall a while ago, is she that person?

However, Kyung-hee, who was looking at my thoughtful expression, looked at me with a strange look and made a bizarre snort as she remembered what she was thinking.

“Huh.”

“Why?”

“If you look closely, you can see that she was very beautiful. If I can even buy you this expensive hamburger, I don’t think you and your brother are normal.”

But not only Kyung-hee, but Seon-hee also gives me an interested look.

In addition, her mother, who was in the kitchen, is looking into the room, sticking her head slightly. Eyes looking forward to something. But there’s nothing to explain.

“Hey, what’s the fuss about hamburgers?”

“It’s nothing special. I have never eaten this before.”

“Is this your first time?”

“Of course. How can we eat such good things in our situation?”

“·················ogue.”

“But who are you really? Maybe this?”

Stick out your little finger and lift one corner of your mouth one at a time.

“It’s nothing, but don’t do it with your fingers. Poor quality.”

“Uh-huh.”

Kyunghee smiled with a strange voice with crescent eyes.

*

After several days of persuasion from me, her mother eventually quit her restaurant.

My older sister was also very resistant at first, but she finally accepted my will. However, leaving the company right away is problematic. Well, I have to do the handover properly.

Anyway, it seems that I feel a little more at ease only after getting the promise from my sister.

And when her mom is at her house, the food has definitely improved. Of course, it can be done by reducing the cost of living.

As for the house cleaning, Seon-hee is doing it too neatly, so nothing in particular has changed.

Come to think of it, Seon-hee tends to be so absorbed in cleaning that it seems a bit harsh in that respect. She has also been very sharp in the attic, so she suddenly had an absurd thought that she would be really good at military life.

Anyway, since my mother is at home, she is comfortable here and there, but the problem is that it is a bit disappointing that she can’t oversleep as she pleases.

“Aren’t you going to work today?”

let’s start again

I can’t even answer that.

“freelancer.”

“It’s not even Sunday, can I rest?”

“Okay, because I know. Stop asking questions.”

At my words, my mother roars and laughs.

It seems like you had fun waking up like this.

She made the mistake of telling me to just keep working at the restaurant.

Park Sang-sik came to me when I was in serious trouble.

“Hello, Mother.”

“Uh, are you here?”

“Yeah.”

“Why are you here so early?”

I yawned and asked if my mouth was ripped.

“Let’s go to the studio, Yoon Hwan-ah. The teacher is calling.”

“Us again? That yangban will call you when you are bored.”

“Let’s meet outside this time.”

“outside? Why?”

“I don’t know, maybe it’s something difficult to talk about in the studio.”

After she replied that she knew it, she simply washed her face and changed her clothes.

Yesterday, I went to the market with her mother and changed into fresh clothes. Her mother is quite satisfied.

“Look at that. Because clothes are wings.”

Not even wings, it’s just rustic. But she couldn’t say that, so she had no choice but to leave the house smiling awkwardly.

She met Jeon Sang-gil at a coffee shop not far from the studio, where she had a conversation with Kim In-ki.

As soon as we enter, we are greeted with a warm hand.

“Hey, here it is.”

When we said hello, we nodded and called the cafeteria lady.

“Two more cups of Ssanghwa Tea.”

After he even ordered our drinks from the coffee shop lady, he talked to the point.

“Would you two try writing a new manga story for Team A?”

“A new team A?”

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firefighter (3)

When Park Sang-sik asked in surprise, he nodded his head slightly.

“uh. The work we are working on now will be finished in two weeks.”

Saying that, Jeon Sang-gil came and looked at Park Sang-sik in turn.

At that moment, he seemed to know something vaguely.

Actually, it was because I remembered listening to people’s conversations while visiting Team B yesterday.

“The cartoon drawn by Team A this time, what was that?”

“I don’t know, I don’t care. But why?”

“Anyway, it seems that the reaction this time was a bit worse.”

“Didn’t you say that the reaction you drew last time was not good?”

“It did. Because of that, the atmosphere in Team A is really bloody. Teacher, your face these days is no joke.”

“The story writer of Team A must be a real needle cushion.”

“Yeah. He was usually so arrogant.”

“right. He said what he was doing was a bit disgusting.”

“By the way, isn’t this, if you make a mistake, the entire firebox will be disassembled in midair?”

“Ah, maybe.”

“In order to operate a studio of this size, if there is no popular work as much as the speed of work, will it be dismantled quickly?”

“What? Really?”

“I have a friend who works in the studio of Jo Byung-woo, and he said countless times that the reaction to the work was not good, but one day it suddenly disbanded and the students of the studio were scattered. Some of the talented kids seem to have gone into other studios, but there are stories that most of them threw away the manga and went back to their hometown.”

“Oh really. it’s brutal It would be difficult for them to do other jobs because they only know cartoons.”

“We really need to be alert.”

“Does it make any difference for poets like us to be alert?”