1983 Past Life Manga King

“Then why did this have to be translated?”

“You said it. I don’t have enough time…”

Yajima immediately grabbed Jiro by the neck.

“Do it now!”

“Yeah?”

“Do it now! I don’t feel refreshed like I’m having a bowel movement because such a funny story is cut off.”

“·················ogue.”

“right now!”

“Yeah······.”

In the end, I couldn’t resist Yajima’s urging, and I finally started working on the translation on the spot.

Then, Yajima, who was watching Jiro’s real-time translation work, looked at him with an exclamation of “Oh, oh.”

Jiro was impressed by Yajima’s reaction.

“If that’s the case, I’ll just say it.”

“Just write. Reading in writing is much more emotionally immersive. So come on, come on.”

He waved his hand as if to continue.

“I am.”

Jiro, with his tongue stuck, continues to immerse himself in the translation work as if he can’t do it.

And when all the translations were finished after a few hours, Yajima, who kept watching it, sighed in regret.

“That’s it.”

“Yeah. It ends here.”

“Are you going to keep working on the story?”

“Perhaps.”

“You are this child!”

Suddenly, Yajima grabbed Jiro by the neck again.

“Oh really, why are you here again?”

“Did a guy like you fall into such useless thoughts even after he found a brother and sister with such great skills?”

Excited Yajima trembles. But somehow, tears welled up in my eyes.

“Why are you crying again? Don’t do anything like that.”

“So, move on, move! I know it’s common sense to have a lifelong job in today’s world, but that depends on the job. Because that’s not where you are.”

“Are you talking about that again?”

“Stop worrying and let’s go to our publishing house together with this one tomorrow.”

“Don’t say nonsense.”

“Why the hell did you join the publishing house? uh?”

“·················ogue.”

“You have dreams too. But if the company interferes with it, you have to stop, why hang it?”

“Isn’t your senior too radical?”

“You are too old-fashioned. It’s hard for me too, it’s hard, but being here is still fun. It should be fun to be in a place where you get dirty like this, otherwise why waste your precious life here? money? Do you think the company will take care of you for the rest of your life?”

“·················ogue.”

Seeing Jiro in trouble, Yajima sighed. Then she took out her beer and snacks from the bag she brought and said:

“Life is short. So think about it.”

“Come on, let’s stop talking about work and have a beer.”

“OK.”

***

“Didn’t the conversation end yesterday?”

The editor-in-chief’s face grew annoyed because of Ji-ro, who was holding out yesterday’s name since morning.

But no matter what Jiro did, she wanted to convince the editor-in-chief.

“Editor, please read this name at least once……”

“This rookie told me to just give up. You have to do your job right.”

“It’s the editor’s job to discover such talented people.”

Then the deputy editor, who was watching the situation, approached and grabbed Jiro’s arm.

“Come on, why isn’t it like this? What does this mean to the editor?”

“That bastard, even though I said that yesterday, he looks like that.”

“Even the deputy editor, please read the name once. Then you will understand my heart.”

With those words, the deputy editor looks into the editor’s eyes. And immediately made an impression.

“It’s Korean.”

“Yeah. Yes.”

“Then it’s right to do what the editor said.”

“Yeah? Isn’t the work more important than the nationality?”

“But not the reality. He said that he is now in Korea. Are you going to Japan?”

“No, it hasn’t been talked about yet. However······.”

At that, the deputy editor nodded.

“It was better. If nothing is certain, and nothing you promised.”

“Yeah?”

“Come on, stop giving up. What the hell are you hanging around for?”

“As I just said, when you see the name, my heart…”

“So it means I don’t care about your heart. Why can’t you understand what I’m saying?”

“·················ogue.”

“Why do you ask so many questions from your boss? Who is this friend’s team leader?”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

Then a skinny man gets up from his seat.

“Are you the team leader?”

“Ah yes.”

“How did you train your subordinates?”

“Sin, I’m sorry.”

The leader bows his head. Then, looking at his Jiro, he winks at him asking him to stop.

The deputy editor, who glanced at the scene, scolded the team leader once more, and immediately turned his head away from the editor-in-chief.

“Chief, I’ll scold you one more time later, so let your anger go now.”

“Okay, well, if you say that.”

The editor-in-chief coughed, put a cigarette in his mouth, and immediately the deputy editor lit a lighter and handed it to him.

Jiro saw this and immediately left the place.

But the editor’s voice is heard from behind.

“That friend. Did he say his mother was Korean?”

“Yeah. So I know.”

“Ttttttt, so that’s how you go.”

His head goes blank at those words.

Fortunately, his father is Japanese, so it wasn’t that bad, but among the people Jiro knows, he knows quite a few people who have been severely discriminated against since childhood because both parents are from Korea or North Korea.

And I heard that most of them choose their Japanese name along with their Japanese nationality when they become 20-year-old adults.

Still, he thought he was different from them.

No, more than that, I couldn’t understand why that story had to come out now.

What’s wrong with your mother being Korean?

Then the team leader approached Jiro and said quietly.

“Hey, Akagi. Go to Ueda-sensei’s house.”

“Yeah? Aren’t you in charge, Mr. Goto?”

“You really don’t know that this friend is going on an errand for Ueda-sensei right now?”

He nodded his head as if thinking about it.

“Anyway, you’re the only one left with a job, so I’ll have to get some manuscripts.”

“······Okay.”

“Don’t forget to buy a bottle of Japanese sweets when you go. Ueda-sensei, you like Japanese sweets. Go quickly.”

“······Yeah.”

Jiro walked out of the editorial department at a slow pace, carrying his bag.

Then he trudged down the stairs.

He was limping like a man who had lost all his strength.

After leaving the publishing house, Jiro entered the nearby Japanese confectionery shop with a blank expression on his face. And after he pays the employee and picks up a box of Japanese confectionery, he exits the store again.

Then, with a still lost soul, he trudged toward the bus stop. Then he sat down on the bench at the bus stop.

He, who still seemed to have no idea, at some point began to open the box of Japanese confectionery. Then he put them in his mouth one by one and began to chew them.

But he himself had no idea what he was doing now. It’s just the last editor’s words running through my head.

‘That friend. Did I say that my mother was Korean?’

‘Tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt, so that’s how you go.’

He joined the publishing company and worked hard for nearly two years with great pride.

A lot of things I went through at the company went through my mind.

Among them, there were a few times when I was proud of it, and there were times when I felt fortunate to be an editor.

However, it all felt like it was falling apart in an instant.

Hell now he didn’t even know what he was doing.

Nervously shoving Japanese sweets into his mouth, he gets on the bus without checking the number when the bus arrives at the stop.

Then he approaches an empty chair and sits down.

After a while, Jiro, who had regained his consciousness, checked the box in his hand.

Most of the wagashi have already disappeared and only two remain.

I’m not even surprised or surprised to see it.

He looked down at the box for a moment, then poured the remaining two into his mouth and immediately got off the bus.

Then he immediately paused and opened his mouth to see what was in front of him.

“······uh?”

He looked up at the building in front of him for a moment and made an absurd expression.

“…here.”

He had come to an unexpected place without knowing it.

“Mitsuda Shoten?”

The building in front of you is the Mitsuda Shoten building.

This is where the editorial department of Weekly Shonen Heroes is located, where Yajima, a university senior, works.

“·················ogue.”

*

“uh? What are you doing at this hour?”

As Yajima came out of the editorial office, she asked Jiro.

“… well, just passing by.”

“You guys seem to have plenty of time, seeing you come to play at other people’s companies at such a busy time.”

Saying that, Yajima’s eyes were smiling.

She seems to have caught on to the situation.

“Well, since we’re here, let’s have a drink. What would you like to drink? Coffee or oolong tea?”

Saying that, Yajima dragged Jiro to her break room. Then she went in front of the vending machine, pulled out oolong tea and Jiro’s canned coffee to drink, and approached Jiro, who was sitting in a chair, and offered it to her.

As soon as Jiro received the can of coffee, Yajima sat down on the other side of the table, took a can of oolong tea, poured it into his mouth, and started chattering.

“As you know, being an editor is a being that gets stuck in the middle and explodes in your head. between cartoonists and readers. The teacher I’m in charge of is…”

“Elder.”

“······uh?”

“Please take this, senior.”

Saying so, Jiro took out her briefcase from her own bag and handed it to Yajima.

“·················ogue.”

“If you are a senior, I think you can entrust these two.”

When he said that, he had a strange expression on his face.

Yajima, who looked at Jiro’s face like that without saying a word, took a deep breath and opened his mouth immediately.

“Hey, Jiro.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you so irresponsible?”

“······Yeah?”

“You promised to take responsibility? By the way, is it okay to hand it over to someone so easily?”

“If it’s a senior, it’s fine.”

“You are talking crazy. I’m a man too, man. Then, if you came shouting to the two of them like that, is it okay to give up like this?”

“······However.”

“Don’t be silly and follow me.”

After saying that, he forcibly dragged him and took him to the editorial department.

The editorial department of Weekly Shonen Hero here is as busy as Tobu. However, you can feel that the air is quite different from that of Tobu.

Meanwhile, Yajima took Jiro to someone’s seat.

“manager.”

“Don’t be. I’m busy, so don’t bother me or help me.”

“Look at this.”

Saying that, the team leader puts the paper bag Jiro had given him down on the desk.

“What is this?”

“Look at it.”

“plaguy.”

While saying that, I hurriedly opened the envelope to see if I was curious.

First, take out the drawing, scratch his chin, and flip through the pages one by one.

Then, he exclaims ‘Hmm, ho, um.’

Somehow this looks like Yajima.

However, as soon as a person named the team leader has finished reading the last chapter, he immediately lifts his head.