1983 Past Life Manga King

He fluttered like that, grabbed Seon-hee and ran to the kitchen together.

“Hey, turn off the floor, walk gently!”

Whether I scream or not, I like both of them, so I go inside and say, ‘It’s bread! Bread!’

Seeing this, he sighed and laid down on the floor in a relaxed manner.

But I do feel the soft, squishy hair on my head.

uh? is it a pillow?

I put my head on her chin, and suddenly I hear a stabbing sound in her ear.

Nyaan-!

“Ouch!”

A small tuft of hair pats my head with its front paws.

When I turned around while biting my body, there was snow white lying on the floor as soon as I arrived. And that guy is staring at me, showing his teeth, and he keeps waving his front paws in the air.

Nyaaaan!

I’m quite fussing over whether I think it’s quite intimidating, but it’s just cute.

“Hey, child. nature.”

Having said that with a grin, he moved his body to the side and laid back on the floor.

Oh, it’s pouring out for a while because it’s after lunch.

How long has it been since I lost my mind and lost consciousness?

I woke up suddenly to the sound of a quack.

“Ahh! Torn again!”

I looked back to see what was going on, looked at Silver’s back and screamed.

Oh, that’s it again.

Silver clothes seem to be torn often, especially the back part had the most accidents.

Probably because of Silver’s large body, this is often the case.

That’s why the studio family often calls him ‘The Two-faced Man, Silver’ or ‘Hulk Silver’.

“I don’t know what the hell are you doing to your back to make it tear so often. I’m really annoyed.”

Saying so, Kyunghee comes out with a box of half rings from the chest of drawers on the wall.

“Uh, what are you going to do?”

“Hold on. Isn’t that how you sew it?”

“Hey, it’s okay. Just leave me alone.”

“What do you mean, you Hulk? So, are you going to show your back like that?”

“Who is showing their back? I wore running. And I will sew the clothes.”

“You’ve messed up your clothes before. I’ll just do it for you, so just be quiet.”

“It’s okay because it’s okay.”

As Silver said so, he swung his body back and forth in a seated position.

It’s not shadowboxing.

No, there is an opponent called Kyung Hee, isn’t it?

“Oh, really! Do something!”

Saying that, he slapped Silver on the back.

“Ouch! Why hit me!”

“If you keep doing this, you can call Busan and get everything.”

Silver paused at those words.

Then he twisted his face and spoke in a voice mixed with irritation.

“······you really.”

“So, be still.”

“······Damn it.”

It also worked this time.

Since Silver’s mother came and went before, Kyunghee has been using it often.

I don’t know, but it seems like something has happened with Silver’s mother.

It was probably something like, ‘Can I call you if you insist on not listening to me?’

In any case, those words are sure to have the same effect as a monkey that is crazy about the Three Zhang Mage’s spells becomes quiet.

Kyung-hee, who sits behind Silver, who is still standing with a look of helplessness, sews clothes.

But now I think getting married would be a good thing for me to be quite mature.

“Ouch! Aww! what! Watch out for the needles!”

“Oh sorry.”

“That’s why I hate it.”

“Why are men so mean? Be patient with the needle.”

“What is he saying now! How painful is this?”

Oh, come to think of it, he’s still not good at sewing…

Somehow, I can understand why Silver resists like that.

Anyway, thanks to that, the fishermen around me are busy looking at the two of them and grinning. If Lee Dae-bong had seen it, he might have teased him all day.

Then my gaze turned to Seon-hee.

Normally, I would not have paid much attention to this noisy atmosphere in the studio because I was painting, but somehow, I am looking at Kyunghee and Silver.

One hand is resting on his chin and the other is scribbling something.

What are you doing?

While I was drawing, I kept looking to see if my eyes were on the two of them, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

Because I keep looking at the two of them.

Suddenly wondering what he was drawing, he got up from the floor and went to Seonhee’s desk.

I’m paying attention to the fuss of the two of them so much that I don’t even pay attention to them.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

I glanced at the desk and, as expected, was drawing.

She is a large man and a small girl.

Men look as blunt as silver, and girls look chatty and active like Kyunghee.

It seems that Seon-hee was thinking of such a thing as she looked at the two of them.

But somehow, they are a strangely matched pair.

A strong man and a girl who follows him.

After looking at it for a moment, he opened his mouth.

“It’s Seon-hee.”

Seonhee, who had just stopped, turned to me.

“······Huh?”

“This is a picture, can I change it a little?”

“how?”

“So that’s it…”

I looked at the picture and cast various spells.

Try changing it to different outfits, even the shape of the face, and even the expression.

Although many orders were placed, Seon-hee continues to erase and change the picture without annoyed expression.

After the costume was roughly made, something else came to mind, so I kept ordering.

Only then, Seon-hee realizes that something is happening to me to make a story, and quickly fixes it.

And the painting I had been working on for a long time was finally completed.

I looked at the paper that Seon-hee was drawing.

Two people in ragged clothes.

The man wears a perforated mask around his neck, WWII aviator glasses on his head, and a ragged cloak draped over his shoulders. And the girl wears a checkered hoodie on her head and some kind of goggles on her forehead, and she wears rags just like the guy.

However, one arm of the giant man is itself a large machine gun.

And little by little, stories about it began to come to mind.

Machine Gun Jack (2)

The first thing that comes to mind is the appearance of a huge desert.

A huge shadow is visible over the endless sand dunes.

That’s just the view of the city.

However, even as a city, it is unclear whether it is the future or the past.

A huge tanker is absurdly located in the city.

A huge tanker in the middle of the desert.

Tiny shops and windows stuck like barnacles around it.

People are living there.

And in the sky, things that look like hot air balloons are sparsely flying.

As a feeling similar to the background of a game that was popular in the 90s kept coming to my mind, I began to explain it to Seon-hee.

“So the tanker is slightly oblique. Oh, from the tanker sample.”

Saying that, I hurriedly looked for the photos in the bookshelf where I had collected various photo books. Then he found a booklet about ships and handed it to Seon-hee.

“Take this as a reference and draw it in a slightly different form. That way, people who see it will not be able to conclude that it is the future of the destroyed Earth.”

“…isn’t that the future?”

“It’s a virtual world, but a place where the future and the past are mixed.”

“······It’s gonna be fun.”

After muttering like that, Seonhee slightly licked her lips with her tongue and immediately started drawing.

Machines half-buried in the middle of drawing the desert with cool hand movements using a pencil, and rough plant leaves wrapped around it.

And the shadows of the city in the distance.

The shadow of a larger oil tanker occupying the center of it is a strange contrast.

I sketched out a few scenes of the desert like that, and this time I drew the city.

However, maybe my explanation alone was not enough, so I’m holding back for a while.

After all, it’s quite different from the background I’ve drawn so far, so it won’t come to mind easily. In addition, there were very few movies or games that could properly express the scale of the present in those days.

Of course, there are American comic magazines and Hollywood sci-fi movie set books in Japan, but it is a bit lacking for me, who has future memories.

Still, there are not enough reference materials, so I started making them by referring to photos of chemical and steel factories along with explanations.

Although the specific story is not yet complete, I have continued to place orders based on the things that come to mind.

A market full of people.

A shop that sells huge lizards in pieces.

Cactus juice shop.

A shop where all the hairs of large birds similar to ostriches are pulled out and displayed.

A shop that sells sparkling stones as ornaments.

A shop selling various desert fruits, etc.

People dressed like a mix of Arabs and Medieval Europeans.

She was babbling as she came to mind, but Seon-hee creates them into concrete shapes one by one.

what the heck

It feels like a future A.I supercomputer that listens to my words and completes them as real pictures.

It also has the ability to extract with higher quality than I thought.

By the time the two of them started talking, dozens of sketches were already piled up on Seonhee’s desk.

Then, suddenly, I thought that I was the only one who was so excited, so I calmed Seon-hee, who was drawing hard, and said.

“Let’s get some rest. But Seon-hee, are you okay with that hand?”

“I’m fine.”

He gently raises his right hand and wiggles around as if it’s okay.

“Let’s get some rest. It looks like you overworked your hands.”

“Huh. Okay.”

After Seon-hee nodded, I turned my gaze around.

However, the Japanese family gathered around us.

Everyone’s eyes twinkled when we stopped working.

“What’s that? Is it new?”

At Somi Park’s words, I made my head crooked and scratched the bridge of my nose.

“I do not know. There’s something that comes to mind, so I’m making it from the surrounding settings. I’m not sure yet, so I don’t know if it will be a new one.”

Then, this time, Kim Ki-cheol, who was sniffing at the stacked sketches, opened his mouth.

“I really like the feel of the background. A town full of machines. I also want to draw something like this. When it’s confirmed, can I draw it?”

At that time, Dal-Bu Kim, who had been silently watching, also intervened.

“When it comes to machines, I am an expert. If there are a lot of precise machines, I have an advantage.”

“Ah, moon-brother. Can’t you give this up to me? I really want to draw.”

“I want to try this too.”

It is not the story of these yangbans who have yet to decide on a serialization.

But it was something I had in mind from the beginning, so I made the decision.

“The serialization has not been finalized yet, but once it is decided, I want to give it to Ki-cheol this time.”

At my words, Ki-cheol Kim clenched his fists and said “I like you”, and Dal-Bu Kim scratched the back of his head and regretted it.

I didn’t say that I was going to pay extra pay in particular, but I wonder if they want to do it like this.

Anyway, the reaction from everyone is hot, probably because it could be a new work.

In particular, it is said that it was because the cartoon that started right after Samsara was finished was a persona of despair, and he was worried about drawing a dark and realistic cartoon.

Park So-mi looked at me and said cautiously.

“Of course, I don’t want to meddle in your story. It just broke my heart when I drew the manuscript for the Persona of Despair.”

“Yes. I did too. To be honest, in the corner of my heart, I thought that there would be a story of hope in the end. I was hoping that the teacher would change the last story by any chance. But in the end…”

Cha-mi sympathized with Park So-mi’s words, and then blurted out the end of her words.

Well, it must have ended with a story without dreams and hopes.

“·················ogue.”

This is unexpected.

Because the background is Japan and the main reader is Japanese, I only thought from a Japanese perspective.

But the fishermen who were painting also felt the pain that the main character suffered.

I don’t know how my expression changed, but Sung Joon-hee, who saw me like that, said with a smile.

“Isn’t this manga a bit bright?”

“Well, for now, I want to tell a light story, but I haven’t thought of a story yet.”

“Then you mean you didn’t make up any stories?”

“right.”