1983 Past Life Manga King

“What are you going to call your pen name?”

“pen name?”

“A name to work as a cartoonist.”

“······Sunny.”

Just in case, I did it anyway.

“I thought so.”

Having said that, he turned to Jiro and smiled.

“It’s Sunny. I just take it out of the manga.”

Jiro looks at me with her surprised eyes and then she turns her gaze to the music flowing from Seonhee’s seat.

Perhaps it was decided on a whim.

But she soon nodded her head in agreement.

“Yeah. Okay.”

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Lululala Japan~ (1)

After listening to Jiro’s story and examining Samsara’s second manuscript, the team leader raised her head.

“Sani?”

“Yeah. It is written in English.”

“So, it’s not a separate name, it’s a team name.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it’s not that there aren’t people who work under the team name. What about family there?”

The team leader nodded and looked at the manuscript again.

“However, this episode 2… it seems to be a little different from the first episode manuscript.”

“The manager noticed too.”

“okay. I lowered the quality a bit. However, I think this is better overall.”

“Yeah. I also thought the first manuscript was great, but I was worried that it was too focused on quality, and the problem was fixed in the second manuscript. Actually, it’s a cartoon like Dongmong. It’s a great work for people who work in the comics industry or who have a lot of interest, but it’s true that it’s a bit burdensome for the general public.”

“Yeah, and it’s more efficient this way.”

“Yeah.”

The team leader scratched his chin as if he was interested. Then he glanced back at Jiro and asked.

“Is this also on your brother’s side?”

“Yeah. When I was drawing, I was always teaching about manga.”

“Teach comics? Didn’t I say that I have no talent for drawing?”

“Yeah. However, his knowledge of directing, depicting and painting is astonishing.”

“Did you study separately?”

“Perhaps it will.”

“It’s an amazing team. But on the other hand, it’s really sad.”

Jiro tilts his head at the team leader’s words.

“Yeah? why?”

“Because it’s not a mainstream genre.”

It was then that Jiro understood, and he nodded his head.

“Yeah. I thought that too. If it had been a series of hot-blooded sports serialized in Shonen Jump, Captain Tsubasa, or the Battle of Hokuto, or Muscle Man, it would have been a work that would lead to magazine sales.”

“okay. However, that is only our position to the end, and each artist has a specialized field anyway.”

The team leader licks his lips and promptly urges Jiro.

“Come on, let’s hurry up because we need to think about the typesetting work and the serial comment.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

***

An old iron door opens and a young man enters the room.

The interior is dark with no light coming in, and it is filled with the smell of cigarettes.

As soon as the curtains are removed, light pours into the room.

Thanks to that, the cup noodle containers that were not properly cleaned, various comics and adult magazines. A messy interior with gashapons (capsule toys) spread out in front of me.

And in one corner, on a mat spread out, four men are seen sleeping entangled with each other.

Seeing this, Toshio’s expression distorted.

“Ugh, cleaning is something we should do properly.”

He shakes his head and walks away from the rest of the table.

This is the Manga Lab in the far corner of the circle room in the university.

People here are calling each other otaku. However, the term otaku is unfamiliar to the outside world, so the reality is that they are only perceived as ‘bad guys’.

This is because ordinary students do not understand people who are crazy about manga and anime every day.

Anyway, it is clear that the men scattered here last night were chatting all night while watching the anime video.

After roughly clearing the table and floor, Toshio sits down in a chair and plays the video.

It’s a ‘Dalos’ I bought last year and watched it dry and wear out.

This Dallos, Japan’s first OVA work, was actually planned as a sequel to ‘Minky Momo (Magical Princess Minky)’, but it was delayed due to Minki Momo’s popularity, and it lost its place and eventually became the first original video animation (OVA). This is a work that has been rumored to be.

However, it is ironic that OVA works have been activated thanks to this unexpected work showing good sales.

Anyway, Toshio was looking at Dallos for a while, fiddling with the gashapon Tamagoras with his hands.

Then, perhaps because of the sound of the TV, one or two of the guys who had been asleep woke up.

“Ah, thirsty. Give me some water.”

“Anyway, bother.”

When the water kettle is held out, the people who stand up take turns drinking it.

“Oh, I think I’m going to live. But why did you come so early today? No class today?”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“Don’t be silly, you’ve already finished class.”

“What?”

Then he checked his watch and was shocked.

“Ah, Mr. ruined. You can’t miss class today.”

She is scratching her head in agony.

But it was then.

The iron door swung open, and Nozomi, a member of the Manga Research Society, rushes in.

“Uh, why are you so flustered?”

When Toshio asks, Nozomi doesn’t answer, and hurriedly pulls out a manga magazine from the plastic bag she was holding in her arms.

“this!”

“What is it?”

“Weekly Boy Hero.”

At Nozomi’s words, Toshio frowned.

“Eh? what do you buy it for They say they don’t have enough money these days. Today is the day the spirit magazine comes out, so I’ll buy it.”

“It’s noisy, look at this.”

Nozomi hurriedly starts flipping through the magazines.

Seeing this, Toshio had a sad expression on his face.

I saw something else today, so I thought about it.

Normally, Nozomi would often make a fuss even if it wasn’t a big deal.

After a while, he opened the book to see if Nozomi had found the page he was looking for and popped it out in front of Toshio.

“Come on, look. this is a cartoon I was surprised when I read it at a convenience store. I never imagined that a boy hero would have something like this.”

Toshio still takes the book she held out, with a puzzled expression on her face, and examines it closely.

My eyes are drawn to the overwhelming background picture that appears in the cover picture.

“Are you new?”

“It’s the first name I’ve seen, but maybe it’s a newcomer? It’s hard to find a similar picture. It felt like a mixture of things.”

“Oh, the background picture is pretty good.”

It’s definitely a great background picture, but it’s not shocking enough.

The title is Samsara.

The author’s name is written in English as SUNNY.

“Sunny? Are you a female writer?”

“If you just look at the picture, would it be a man?”

“Rumiko Takahashi is also a woman, but she draws a masculine, cheerful manga.”

“is it?”

“These days, it is not easy to judge based on pictures alone.”

Having said that, Toshio slowly turned the pages and began to read.

The background is a bit unfamiliar. This part is not special because it may be the author’s characteristic. And, as Nozomi said, the character is difficult to think of anyone in particular.

However, it is a unique atmosphere where the strong feeling of a man and the delicacy of a woman are equally felt.

As a member of the Manga Research Society, he carefully examines each picture and reads it. And then I do my own review.

“I think it gave me some strength because it was my first series. It would have taken quite some time to draw with this quality. The directing isn’t bad either. However, it is difficult to serialize at this level.”

Then Nozomi pounded on her table and urged her.

“Hey, stop criticizing and read on.”

“Didn’t you tell me to watch it because of the picture?”

“Don’t be silly. hurry.”

At Nozomi’s urging, Toshio clicks his tongue, and this time he turns the paper over her light heart.

And then page 20 was over.

However, the last scene catches the eye.

“uh? What were the zombies that appeared last?”

“What do you think? Isn’t this pretty interesting?”

“…a sudden development like this.”

“Still, something makes me look forward to the next episode.”

“That’s it.”

It was a terribly heartbreaking ending.

I wonder what kind of hell will unfold due to zombies that suddenly appear in a peaceful little city.

Soon, Toshio turns to Nozomi and says, as if surprised.

“To find a manga like this is ‘You have beautiful eyes.’ (Lara Son’s line from Mobile Suit Gundam)”

Nozomi laughed at Toshio’s words.

“I am no one.”

“Okay, let’s do this work ‘Samsara’ for the next manga meeting.”

“I agree.”

At that time, the men who were listening to their conversation scratched their frizzy heads and asked.

“How about a cartoon?”

“I’ll see you too.”

One by one, the men get up and approach Toshio.

Nozomi then grabs her nose and steps back behind her.

“Ugh, the smell of alcohol. Come here.”

She says so, and she takes the book and throws it away.

“Hey, give it to me!”

“You made me curious, what the hell is this!”

The men squawked towards the closed door.

***

Jiro, who entered the studio, presented Weekly Boy Hero to me.

“This is the latest issue of Samsara.”

When I accept the book he has offered me, I feel strangely intensified.

Seon-hee, who I thought would not normally be interested in such things, came to me and stared at the book.

“character. Look first.”

As I hold out the book to Seon-hee, she looks at me with her round eyes wide open.

“Can I see you first?”

“then.”

Seon-hee opens the book carefully.

The fishermen were also curious, so they approached Seon-hee and looked at the book together.

However, what Seon-hee opened was the last page.

Thinking it was strange, I looked closely and read the author’s comments at the end of the magazine.

And there is a cat made of okae (owner character) in the part that says Sunny. I don’t think Seonhee made this with Beksulgi in mind.

Anyway, read the text written there.

“Oh, little teacher. Can you read Japanese?”

Seon-hee nodded her head at Jeong Mi-ja’s question.

“······Yeah.”

“Wow, that’s great. Little teacher, you must be really smart.”

Well, in Japanese, it seems that I memorized the whole vocabulary and conversation book for a few days.

Of course, if you think about it, you’re right, as Jung Mi-ja said. However, I don’t know exactly what my drawing skills are.

I bought a cassette and listened to it myself a few times, but it seems that I am having a harder time learning it than seeing it with my own eyes. Well, it doesn’t matter because the pronunciation is all in the book.

“What does it say?”

“Please tell us. Little teacher.”

At the urging of the fishermen, Seon-hee spoke in a quiet voice.

“I’m dreaming of being chased by zombies.”

“Yeah?”

“···········?”

Seonhee points directly with her finger and speaks again.

“It’s written here.”

“Ah.”

Even with that answer, Jung Mi-ja and the fishermen have an absurd expression.

It would be crazy to do