1983 Past Life Manga King

“I don’t think it happens very often.”

“Two times a week is often enough.”

“Three times.”

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“Well, your mother-in-law told you to come and play often. The tea my mother gave me was also very delicious.”

Kido frowned at those words.

“He didn’t listen to me terribly, but he listens very well to my family.”

“Hey, why are you talking like that? After coming here, inspiration comes to me so well that the story progresses so well.”

“It’s because I’m in the way.”

“Because I’m good.”

At that, Kido put on an expressionless expression.

“Do you know yourself that you are getting more impudent day by day?”

“is that so?”

“Look at that, look at that. Do you guys think so too?”

At Kido’s words, the fishermen nodded their heads.

Seeing that, Nishida frowned for the first time.

“After all, it’s all on the same side. That’s too much. Shall we bring our fishermen next time?”

“Hey, crazy! Did you intend to interfere with our work?”

“Then did you come to our studio to play? I am, well, welcome.”

“Do you think I’m lazy like you? How busy are our kids?”

The fishers were startled by Kido’s words. And some even shed tears.

“uh? Why are you guys crying?”

“It’s because the teacher finally recognized the hardships we are going through.”

“Yes. Blood and tears…, no, I thought you were a little cold.”

At those words, Kido’s expression changed strangely.

It’s a subtle feeling whether you’re praising yourself or insulting yourself.

Seeing that, Nishida laughed again.

“Teacher, aren’t you making it too difficult for fishermen?”

“My drawings are a little difficult in the first place. This is unavoidable.”

“The quality is higher than mine.”

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“Nevertheless, it seems that our studio has more room. Well, our fisherman’s hands are a bit quick.”

At those words, the fishermen’s expressions contorted.

It’s because they lowered their skills.

Senior assistant Koji Namba raised his hand.

“Let’s go play in Nishida-sensei’s studio once.”

Then the other fishermen opened their mouths.

“Yes. Take a tour, sir.”

“I want to see with my own eyes what the level of the fishermen there is!”

“Me too!”

Suddenly, Kido put on a bewildered expression at the hot reaction of the fishermen.

Nishida nodded her head in satisfaction.

“As you can see, this is the reaction.”

Kido looked at Nishida, who was saying those words, with her squinted eyes.

“Your purpose is to shake me up and be second.”

“What’s the purpose of defeating Mr. Kido? If it’s Sunny, I don’t know.”

“Anyone can have high hopes.”

“It’s good to have big hopes.”

Then Mrs. Keydo smiled as usual and brought her car into the studio.

She and then she first put her car in front of Nishida and she said:

“Still, our Kido teacher loved her own cartoon the most. I don’t think of it as just a job.”

She said so, she smiled at her, and she glanced back at her height again and went back into the kitchen.

She looked at it and she giggled taller and then she glanced at the others and soon she coughed.

“My wife is too. useless words…”

Seeing this, Nishida took her tea to her mouth, drank her a little, put it down, and she grinned.

“After all, I can’t be beaten by the height teacher.”

So I mumbled and got up from my seat.

Kido looked at him with a puzzled expression on his face.

“Why?”

“I just want to go. I think I need to give it a little more power. Because neither height nor the teacher will be able to win like this.”

“What is he saying now? Be cheeky.”

As Kido said so, she giggled.

Soon she turned to Nishida, she said.

“It is true that I am incompetent to say that even though I have excellent fishermen, I cannot beat the teacher in height.”

At those words, all of her fishermen’s expressions were distorted.

Then the fishermen shouted at Kido.

“Teacher, let’s do our best too!”

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“Hey, I’m going to die while drawing the background!”

“Akira, look beyond the background quality!”

Kido smirked with an expression of absurdity at the warm reaction of the fishermen.

Humans who didn’t even budge from their words quickly responded to Nishida’s provocation.

Seeing that, Nishida smiled while showing his teeth.

“I’ll go for it then.”

It was then that Nishida said that and was about to turn around and leave.

Madame Kido smiled and said when she came.

“Drink it all and go.”

“Oh, yes!”

Astonished, Nishida answered with that, hurriedly approached the sofa and drank the tea at once.

And then he jumped.

“Wow! Hot!”

hi-taker (3)

Boy Hero Editorial Department.

As usual, the staff are busy moving around.

Then, a man with a briefcase came in.

He was a man with all-white hair, thick black horn-rimmed glasses, and a large band-aid on the bridge of his nose.

As he entered, he was looking around when one of the editorial staff found him.

Understanding the situation, he approached and asked.

“Did you bring your manuscript?”

The band-aid man, who had been hesitant at the editorial staff’s words, nodded his head.

“Yeah.”

“Are you an aspiring writer?”

“Yeah.”

The editorial staff stared at the band-aid man.

At first glance, he appears to be in his mid-30s.

First of all, it’s a bit old for an aspirant, but it doesn’t matter as long as you’re okay with manga.

The editorial staff thought so and asked the band-aid man.

“Is this your first time here?”

“Ah yes.”

“Have you come to visit other places? For example, a place like a jump.”

“If it’s a jump, how many times…”

“Ah.”

In the end, it was a case that was pushed back there.

Still, you can’t judge the level just by being pushed back in the jump.

Because it’s the best in the industry.

You’ve probably been to places like this.

With that thought in mind, I looked at the man once more.

But strangely, the man with a band-aid is familiar.

The employee, who was staring at him, tilted his head slightly and said.

“Hey, have we ever met before?”

“Oh, no. I’m a first-timer.”

“Ok?”

As he said that, he seemed to be thinking about something, and then he shrugged his shoulders.

Then he escorted him straight to his seat, and as soon as he sat down, the staff said:

“What is your name?”

“Hey, Miuchi. This is Miuchi Takao.”

He seemed nervous, and he stammered his name as well.

“My name is Mikami.”

“Can you give me the manuscript?”

“Ah yes. here.”

The band-aid man held out a briefcase.

The staff who received it took out the manuscript.

It was a manuscript drawn only in pencil.

“Did you finish anything with a pen?”

“Ah yes. Not yet.”

“It would be better if you come to work on a pen line. That way, you can understand the feeling of the cartoon more clearly.”

“······Sorry.”

When the band-aid man apologized, the staff soon opened the mouth again, straightening the wrinkles between his eyes.

“First of all, what? Let’s see the drawing first. And if it’s okay, I’ll look at the finished manuscript next time.”

“Yeah.”

Although the reaction was lukewarm, I started to check the draft, thinking that it was nothing special because there were a lot of eccentric personalities among the original cartoonists.

From the first page, a picture of a famous cartoonist came to mind.

It feels very similar to the drawing style of ‘Dragon Ball’, the most popular cartoon these days.

The main character is a human with the head of an iguana, and it is a cartoon full of gags and action.

First of all, the story progression is good, but the sense is excellent.

He said he was an aspiring manga artist, but he felt like a pro.

Looking at such a picture, I gently raised my eyes and looked at the man with a band-aid opposite.

But somehow, the band-aid man was right in front of him, and he cared about something other than himself.

His gaze was on the other editorial staff who were talking nearby.

The staff turned around again.

“What is the identity of a high-taker?”

“Hey, don’t you know the personality of Team Leader Akagi? Aren’t you going to teach me?”

“These days, we get a lot of calls from readers to the editorial department. It’s all people asking what the hi-techer really is.”

“If you say something like that, you won’t even get a seed.”

“Maybe the manager doesn’t even know?”

“Isn’t it? Tengen-sensei doesn’t know about anyone else, but she tells the team leader everything about the story.”

“The editor doesn’t even know?”

“He said yes.”

“Wow, that’s too much. let me know a little bit Even my nephew calls my house when he gets bored asking for it.”

“It’s all about Machine Gun Jack these days.”

“It has to be. It’s the most popular manga among boy heroes.”

“Not a boy hero, but the most popular among all of us Mitsuda Shoten.”

“Well.”

If we gather these days, that’s the story.

A man in a band-aid is looking at the conversations of such employees with a curious expression.

Apparently, this band-aid guy was also curious about the high-tech.

But it’s not right to be concerned about that now.

At least, this is not the attitude of an aspiring cartoonist who first visited a magazine.

The staff frowned and said to him.

“Hey, Miuchi-san?”

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“Mr. Miuchi.”

Then the startled band-aid man turned his gaze back to the employee in front of him.

“Yeah?”

“Miuchi-san, I want you to focus on this.”

When the staff said it was uncomfortable, the band-aid man scratched the back of his head and bowed his head.

“Ah, sorry.”

“I think it’s been a while since I drew a manga over there, how old is it?

“Ah, well…”

He thought for a moment and then opened his mouth.