1983 Past Life Manga King

It was ridiculous and I tried to laugh.

If you make it look like a real cow, why are you talking so rudely?

You’re talking as if you’re willing to become a slave.

At that time, Park So-mi, who had gone to the kitchen, came up to her and put down the glass of orange juice in front of Ryu Tani.

“Thank you.”

Park So-mi, who was greeted by her Ryu Tani, smiled and returned to her seat.

Again I opened my mouth.

“You say so, but what do your parents say?”

“My father said I was the age to decide my life.”

“What about your mother?”

“Mom is······.”

She hesitated for a moment, and then she opened her mouth.

“I will give it to you according to my decision.”

“Your mother didn’t give you permission.”

“Not yet. But, maybe even my mother…”

“Then allow it.”

“Yeah?”

“Get her permission. If both of you allow it, then come to me. Then I’ll accept it. Of course, most of your work will be chores like cleaning the firebox.”

At those words, Ryutani stiffened with a surprised expression on her face.

It seems that he was surprised because the decision was made so easily.

“·················ogue.”

“Why are you having a hard time?”

“It’s not….”

Liu Thani bit his mouth and nodded his head.

“no. I’ll definitely get permission. Surely.”

* * *

The first issue of Samsara World, which was decided as the final monthly magazine, was distributed to bookstores nationwide.

Of course, speaking of nationwide, most of them were only distributed around large bookstores. Probably because it was judged as a minor magazine.

Thanks to this, the first publication volume was determined to be around 30,000 copies.

In fact, there were many opinions that 30,000 copies was too much.

Most of the time, the prevailing opinion was that it would sell within 20,000 copies.

However, the results were different.

Thirty thousand copies were exhausted within a week.

So, in the end, it was decided to reprint an additional 20,000 copies.

Because of this, it was a topic of discussion within the publisher.

Especially the editorial departments of less popular magazines.

“Wow, that’s surprising. There were also rumors that it was a doujinshi published by a publishing company.”

“Yeah. It’s a magazine for only one Samsara, and most of them are newcomers without a name. Even though it’s an absurd magazine that contains the name itself, even though it’s not enough.”

“Anyway, the publishing and sales departments were surprised. They said that the first edition was ruined and the atmosphere was low, but after a couple more books are released, the editorial department will be disbanded.”

“I just do it. To be honest, it is a book that is difficult to understand for a manga magazine.”

“You still succeeded. Isn’t that a testament to Samsara’s high level of recognition?”

“right. Also, there were a lot of fans who felt sad after Samsara was finished. I was one of them. But, I never really imagined that such a magazine would be successful.”

“Did you hear about the editorial team’s reaction?”

“uh. what a fuss To be honest, more than half of the kids there are kids who were treated like shit by other editors. So they said that they worked hard, but there was also an atmosphere that they didn’t expect too much, because it was a good start like this. There was also a rumor that if the response was good, it would change every other week.

“what a waste. If I had known it would be like this, I would apply there too.”

“I also.”

All the staff who spoke like that became dull.

*

Kido’s studio.

All the fishermen here are fans of Samsara, so they all bought books, and each one looked at each other and talked.

“Ravana looks the best. The picture is also the most stable.”

“I heard that Tengen-sensei recommended it?”

“Know. I heard it too. They say it’s not just one person, it’s a team.”

“Team?”

“If you look at the name, it says Studio D. You are using the entire studio as your name.”

“Wow, they’re cartoonists working as a team, so how cool is that?”

“Yeah. There is synergy because each of us is in charge of what we are best at.”

Namba, a senior fisherman who heard the story, grinned.

“You guys, don’t you think that working as a team would be more efficient and good?”

“If you work with like-minded people, it takes less energy and has more fun, so wouldn’t the results be good?”

“Yes. If I have a team like this, I think we will work hard together.”

Everyone said something positive about the team, but Namba snorted as he waved his hand from side to side.

“Of course, if everyone agrees, this is the most ideal way. By the way, when a lot of people gather again, things don’t work as expected.”

“why?”

“Because there are so many problems. In particular, people in our industry are strong in their own thoughts. Especially if there is no one to control them. Because of that, he has a strong tendency to do important things.”

It was an atmosphere in which the juniors agreed with that statement.

“Well, I think it would be annoying if the team did a lot of chores.”

“After all, being a team is not just about efficiency.”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“okay. I don’t know anything about the studio D team, but it’s really hard to get your hands and feet together.”

“Iknow, right.”

* * *

“How about the Studio D kids?”

Daebong Lee shrugged at my question.

“Well, it’s okay. It seems that there are still some disagreements with each other, but as a team, we are getting closer. Sometimes I help.”

While team work has the advantage of being highly efficient, it can be easily broken when people with strong personalities gather together.

Especially when it comes to creativity, that aspect is even stronger.

However, the other kids follow Park Ki-woo, who is the leader, well, and the team has a strong sense of solidarity, so I think it will roll well.

“Anyway, Samsara World sells a lot, so the kids like it a lot.”

“I will. Probably the most important thing right now is that the magazines with their debut works sell well.”

“right. They are so happy that their work has been published in a Japanese magazine, and they don’t know what to do.”

Saying so, Lee Dae-bong, who nodded his head, suddenly looked at the calendar.

He frowned at what he was thinking.

“Why?”

At my question, Daebong Lee turned his gaze away from the calendar.

“He hasn’t contacted you yet?”

“who? Ryutani?”

“Huh. The news has been quiet since that day. You didn’t even have a phone?”

“uh.”

Daebong Lee put on a sad expression on my answer.

“He was my favorite kid.”

“Still, you can’t do it without contact.”

Silver, who had been quiet at those words, suddenly intervened.

“You might be scared because you think you will have to live a hard life in a foreign country.”

At those words, Daebong Lee’s head turned to Silver. And then he frowned.

“Isn’t everyone like you?”

“You’re like me, so you’re saying I’m weak?”

“Of course. You only have a large, lumpy shell, but you are a child on the inside.”

“What, only the shell is lumpy? kid? Do you want to die for me!”

“Yeah, kill it, kill it.”

Daebong Lee says, sticking his head toward Silver.

If I did that up close, my head might have been really broken, but when I say that from afar, the situation is funny.

It seems that the idea is to keep the minimum safe distance.

Even the fishermen are busy holding back their laughter when they see it.

However, Lee Dae-bong growled as if such actions had touched Silver’s heart.

“Come on, I’m going to peel off the whole shell right now.”

Saying that, Silver jumps up from his seat, and Lee Dae-bong, startled, hurriedly falls back.

“Hey. savage Do you only know violence every day?”

“Now you know!”

The room was getting more and more noisy. But no one is stopping it.

It’s always like this when we meet. No, it’s louder and more tiring when it’s dry, so I just enjoy watching two people fighting like a drama.

I wonder if I should even bring in a popcorn machine next time.

I guess I’m used to this kind of sight now.

But then the doorbell rang.

“I’ll go out!”

Daebong Lee, who had stopped at that moment, shouted loudly as if he had been waiting and went outside.

Maybe it’s because I’m really going to get one shot from Silver at this rate.

But after a while, Daebong Lee came in with a strange expression.

“Why? who?”

Daebong Lee scratched his head at my question.

“There, so…”

Saying that, he turned around and spoke in Japanese.

“Come on, come in.”

Then he turned around and said.

“Ryutani’s parents.”

“What?”

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I jumped up from the sofa.

And then, a middle-aged man and woman appeared from behind Daebong Lee.

She was a man and woman who looked comfortable.

Just by looking at her appearance, she felt benevolent.

“Come on in.”

Two people who bowed their heads a few more times at Lee Dae-bong’s words came in. Then, Daebong Lee pointed to me and said.

“That is the friend who leads this studio.”

“Ah yes.”

“Good morning.”

As the two bowed their heads in greeting, I bowed my head together.

“Yeah. welcome.”

“I’m sorry for suddenly coming without a message.”

Ryutani’s father said with an apologetic expression and held out a paper bag that appeared to be a present he had been carrying. Lee Dae-bong, who received it, clapped his hand loudly.

“No. It’s okay. I was just curious because there was no news from Ryutani.”

At those words, this time, Liu Thani’s mother looked at Lee Dae-bong, and then she turned to me again, she said.

“Yeah, but because of that problem, I thought I had to come here as a parent, so I came here in person.”

“That’s right.”

Daebong Lee, who answered that way, led them to the sofa.

“Now, both of you, sit comfortably. Think of it as my home.”

Then the two came to the sofa in front of me and carefully sat down.

As soon as Ryutani’s father sat down, he glanced around and looked slightly surprised.

“It is a traditional Japanese house. I never expected to see a house like this in Korea.”

“Yeah. It’s a house where Japanese people lived long ago, but the interior has been tweaked a bit.”

He nodded at my answer.

“i See.”

Then he opened his mouth again.

“I heard about it from Eiji. He scolded me harshly and said things like this. And he told us to ask permission to come.”

“Yes, I was still young, so I thought that getting the consent of my parents was the order of the day.

“That’s right.”

Liu Thani’s father nodded his head with a smile on his lips.

And then he spoke again.

“I don’t know if it’s because of that, but things have changed a lot since he came back. He had never spoken so seriously about his future before, but this time he was definitely telling his own story. As a father, I was honestly happy.”

Then he told a story about Ryutani.

Things I went through growing up with my friends, things like being bullied at school and not going out of the house, etc.

It is said that after that incident, he was confined to the house and separated from the outside world.

A typical hikikomori life.

The repetition of living without leaving one’s own room and eating alone.

Without paying any attention to anything, they just sit in the room and watch TV indefinitely.

Then, it is said that he came to know Samsara through the boy hero magazine that his sister’s friend brought.

After that, he said that his mother also cried when he first asked his parents to have a Samsara book. For her mother, who was gripped with the fear of losing her child forever, it seems that even such a trivial thing made her emotional.

Anyway, after that, I started to see my son change little by little, and it is said that he started going outside occasionally.

Ryutani, who had been slowly opening her heart like that, was shocked again, and that was after she heard the news that Samsara would be finished.

Thanks to that, Ryutani again returned to his original form, which made his parents not know what to do with this situation.

However, when her sister first heard of the publication of a Samsara-related magazine, she informed her brother about it.