1983 Past Life Manga King

Oh shit.

There is nothing to say because Seon-hee has such an expression on her face.

Now that I am a younger brother, my heart is strong, or my heart is weak.

“Okay. Then I will do everything I can to help, so will you trust me and follow me?”

Seonhee nodded her head at that.

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That dream, I’ll help you (3)

How should I help Seon-hee in the future?

How can I make Seon-hee’s talent blossom?

I keep thinking about a flat-footed striker, but this thought never leaves my head.

I used to shout out to only believe in me, but when I try to do something, nothing comes to mind.

How to train a talented child.

I was a manga fanatic, and even though I’ve drawn manga for a while, raising a manga artist is a completely different matter.

And now it’s 1983.

It’s not a very good time to dream of becoming a cartoonist.

Nevertheless, Seon-hee wants to become a cartoonist.

What I learned is stealing, I started to make money this way because I only knew cartoons in the first place, and it is true that I am earning quite a lot of money by taking advantage of the strength of being from the future.

But, to be honest, if the situation of the cartoonists of this era is good, that’s not the case.

Of course, it may be a little better than the future that falls into hell after the IMF, but even in this time, there are a lot of regulations, and it is not easy to make a story because it is a target of the government and various groups.

It is true that there are a lot of things that bother me when I let people blindly have talent at a time like this.

There are not one or two things that I am concerned about because I am not someone else and my younger brother.

“What are you worried about?”

Park Sang-sik, who was in the midst of working on the story of the flat-footed striker, asks.

“Oh, Seon-hee.”

“Why?”

“Because of talent.”

“Talent? ······Ah.”

Park Sang-sik nods his head with an expression that he seems to understand the reason for my anxiety.

He started because he liked cartoonists, but since he was the one who realized the reality of working under a cartoonist, it would be difficult to meddle in this matter easily.

Even so, Seon-hee has good grades in school, so she thinks that there are many better lives than cartoons. However, since Seon-hee even asked me for a request, it cannot be ignored.

But it was then.

The sound of the door opening loudly is heard.

“brother Brother!”

Kyung-hee shouts in front of the door.

“It’s okay, you can open the door.”

At my words, the door opens and Kyunghee’s head protrudes out.

“Brother, have you seen it?”

“What?”

“I looked at the bookstore, and now it seems that Kyungyang is out.”

“okay?”

“Oh right. It was today.”

Park Sang-sik patted his head as if he had just remembered Kyung-hee’s words.

“Would you like to buy a book?”

“Oh yeah. How much?”

“One thousand and three hundred won.”

It’s the first issue, right?

No, it’s an era where hotteok costs 100 won for three.

When he handed out two thousand-won bills, he quickly snatched them away.

“okay! The rest of the money is for running errands.”

Having said that, he quickly closed the door and left.

“Wow, that guy, he has climbed up completely.”

I’m stupid, but Park Sang-sik laughs.

“Well, isn’t that your brother?”

“·················ogue.”

And after a while, Kyung-hee, who came into the house in a white translucent plastic bag, hurriedly took out the book.

On the cover, you can see a photo of singer Cho Yong-pil, who was at the peak of popularity at the time.

“Wow, it’s Cho Yong-pil! I like short hair the best. The girl who gave me a bouquet of flowers one day.”

Looking at the cover, I clicked on my tongue as I saw Kyunghee muttering lyrics to a song with short hair.

“Hey, why don’t you get distracted by Cho Yong-pil and quickly check out the manga?”

“Oh, look at my mind.”

Kyung-hee, who was hesitating and laughing, hurriedly started looking for the titles on the cover.

And then he quickly turned to disappointment.

“I can’t see the title.”

“I don’t think he was on the cover because he was a newcomer without a name.”

At my words, I hurriedly start flipping through the book.

“Ah, I found it!”

You can see the cartoon ‘Orion’s Leopard’ that I worked at Kang Yong-cheol’s house a few days ago.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“Steel” is written on the cover picture.

For reference, steel is a pseudonym for Kang Yong-cheol.

The paper is of poor quality and the printability is not very good. Well, it’s natural because the times are the times.

In any case, it was not expressed well compared to the feeling of suffering, but compared to the cartoons of this era, it is clear that it is only at the top.

“Ah, here is the line I changed. Here and here.”

Kyunghee smiles and is happy.

“Hey, stop analyzing the cartoon lines and move on quickly.”

“Hold on a second. Why are you so insistent after seeing it for a few days?”

“It’s strange for you to check only the lines several times while watching a manga.”

“This is my debut film. It’s natural to care.”

“A debut?”

It’s crazy, I can’t speak.

I edited a few lines and it’s completely my own work.

“It’s a debut work that I wrote for a manuscript fee.”

“What is the manuscript fee?”

“Manuscript fee. I wrote the article for money, so common sense oppa, am I wrong?”

“That’s right. manuscript fee.”

“What is right?”

I’m not funny

In any case, it is only passed to us after checking the part of the dialogue in which he participated for a long time.

Once again, read the story, turning the pages step by step from the beginning.

The drawings are good, and the dialogue and content look pretty good when I look back at the finished manuscript in a few days. No, it’s pretty fun if you do that. It also has some aftertaste.

But it is also true that there is regret.

“Did I say this was a short story?”

“right. Because it was kind of like a loaf of bread. Still, since I made a debut like this, it’s not a bad start.”

It’s not bad, but it’s good enough for an established writer. In addition, it is sure to leave a big impression because of the sophisticated lines that are not like this time.

“Did you guys see all of this?”

“Why?”

“I want to show you Seon-hee.”

“Ah. okay.”

Kyung-hee leaves Park Sang-sik’s room with a comic magazine.

“It’s the action leader. 🤩”

“It’s not noisy.”

When I finished working on the story and came home, Kyung-hee is reading a book in a corner of the room.

“What about Seon-hee?”

“Just ask.”

Looks like he’s still stuck in the attic.

“Today, I only watched Kyungyang boy all day.”

“okay?”

“uh. I think I’ve seen ‘Leopard of Orion’ hundreds of times.”

“It would be amazing to see that the picture you drew came out printed.”

“right. I was very curious about that too. Seeing the famous lines I wrote made me feel proud.”

“a famous line?”

It’s ridiculous and it makes me laugh

“okay. If you want to make it into a masterpiece, call this body. I will help you with all my heart.”

“masterpiece? You will need pocket money.”

“Great.”

I went straight up to the attic.

However, Seon-hee is still reading the boy Gyeong-yang that she bought today.

No, to be precise, he seems to be looking at the pictures he drew.

“Are you so excited?”

“······Huh.”

Seeing him answering without raising his head makes my heart ache.

I like it that much.

I have a lot of talent.

However, I see paintings placed next to Seon-hee.

“···········?”

At first glance, it looked like it was a painting I had been sitting in my room all day today.

However, it is a drawing drawn with a pen.

Come to think of it, there is also a pen and a glass ink bottle on the desk.

Seeing that, he laughed.

“Did you buy a pen and ink too?”

“uh.”

“But not this.”

At those words, he lifts the head that has been fixed in the cartoon.

“······no?”

“okay. this is not This ink is for writing. I can’t use this because it’s thin. And this pen also has plastic on the front that makes the ink pool like this. If you keep using it like this, the accumulated ink will harden.”

“Then should I buy another one?”

“Well, I have no choice but to buy another ink, but the pen is like this…”

Picking up a nearby pair of scissors, I removed the plastic from the tip of the nib.

“You can’t take it off and use it like this. And have you seen it in the studio before? Just like back then, put it in a bucket of water and wash it off, then wipe it with a tissue or cloth.”

I nod my head at my words.

Still, perhaps because he has already experienced pen strokes, the strength and weakness of the lines are quite seasoned.

There is also an effort to create a character of his own.

There are traces of worries about seeing many cartoons appearing in cartoons, and there are traces of them all over the picture.

However, the feeling of the characters and the overall picture is a bit dark.

The character’s eyes and tails are sharp as a whole, and there is a characteristic that shadows are used a lot in the picture.

It is not yet known whether this shape was created to give a three-dimensional effect without using screen tones, or whether it was originally like this.

Anyway, I am well aware that the type of drawing I want is not a pure manga.

By the way, I feel like I’ve seen a lot of the overall style…

It’s hard to pinpoint a specific author, but anyway, it’s a little different from the feeling of Korean comics. To be honest, it seems like a mixture of Japanese and Western-style comics.

hmmm.

Looking at Seonhee’s style, something comes to mind.

*

a few days later.

“You just came.”

I went to Park Sang-sik’s house in the morning, and he was wearing clothes to see if he was getting ready to go out.

“Where? Ex-teacher’s studio?”

“no. There’s no need to go there since I handed over the continuity yesterday.”

“then?”

“If you’re not busy, let’s go to Yongcheol-hyung’s studio with me.”

“Uh, why? What’s going on?”

“I just got a call to come quickly. I don’t even know what’s going on.”

We hurriedly went to Kang Yong-cheol’s house, and as soon as we arrived, we started throwing confetti and running wild with excitement.

“Wow! A miracle has happened!”

“···········?”

“···········?”

Park Sang-sik and I made an absurd expression as we watched Kang Yong-cheol running wild like a crazy bitch alone.

He said that there was a big problem, so he came to me, but he couldn’t figure out what kind of chaos it was.

Kang Yong-cheol, who was running wild with excitement alone, looked at us and said aloud.

“Serial confirmed!”

“What?”