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The old man and the young man couldn't help but look at each other.

"Thinking about the end of the whole animation and also producing it is not an easy task. During the time he was making ice fruit, he exhausted too much energy." Masaharu Kigami got up, took a thin blanket, and lightly Lightly cover the students.

"How about you take a break too?" Yin Ze said.

"No, there is only the last batch left. As long as these are completed, it will be equivalent to having bones and muscles, and the success is more than half. If you work harder, it may be handed over to the coloring and post-production within today." Wooden Kamimasuji shook his head and returned to his seat.

"It's rare for an old man to have such physical strength."

"It's rare for young people to have such strength."

"Smoking to relieve fatigue and refresh oneself?"

"I'm currently quitting."

"3D assistance, you are very skilled in using it...a scene can be reused only by changing the perspective and lens, which is really convenient." Masaki Kigami said.There is a computer on someone's desktop, and the screen is full of complex interfaces and various mosaic models.

"There are disadvantages and advantages. Suppose you want to modify a place like hair, you only need to stroke a few times with a brush, but 3D requires precise adjustments, and the charm of two-dimensional, three-dimensional cannot be possessed no matter what." Yin Ze sighed. Said, "In fact, this is the case in many fields, but the benefits will be easier to see."

"When I was young, I was very good at background animation, which could barely be regarded as my signature craft. At that time, the goal I was working on was a passage in "すて猫トラちゃん" by Mr. Kumagawa Masao. With dozens of watercolor backgrounds, purely relying on The scene rotation is completed by hand-painting, even if you look at it from today’s perspective, the visual effect will still be shocking.” Masaharu Kigami said slowly, “However, after the first contact with 3D and CG, I found that it is actually possible to Simple, I thought at the time that the future will definitely be very different.”

"I heard that when you first came to Kyoto Animation, one person was in charge of almost all the processes, and you are a well-known all-rounder in the industry." Yin Ze paused, and his movements did not slow down, "I think the so-called talent is learned. As a result, it is what you learn, not what you are born with. People like you will not stop easily, so why not learn new things? How about it?"

"All-rounder... Ha, is that how they described it to you?" Kisami Masaharu also continued to draw, and the voice floated from behind, "But everything can mean mediocrity. If I can become the top of a certain field, so will I I am very willing. However, the higher you go, the narrower the road becomes. Before you know it, there is a cloud peak that cannot be climbed with legs and feet, and an abyss that cannot be jumped. Talented people can soar beyond the boundaries."

"I have seen many powerful juniors over the years. They are either strong in comprehension, creativity, or perseverance. But among these people, there are only two, which I can't say, only envious feelings. The first One is a guest lecturer at the Tokyo University of the Arts, he is a person worthy of the evaluation of 'Raging Flame Tenkaze', and it will definitely be included in the history of art."

the old man said softly

"...The second one is you. You are behind me these few days, giving me the feeling that I used to fight side by side with Toshiyuki Inoue and Keiyuki Okiura."

"I deserve such praise." The man lowered his voice.

"I think you should also understand your own uniqueness. Like that lecturer, you are a person who has mastered unimaginably high skills at such a young age, smoothing out decades of wastage in one breath." Masaki Kigami Zhi pressed his waist and said, "This is definitely not something that can be explained by precocity. This is the real genius."

"It is the most enviable thing to have more time than others." The old man said with emotion, "It means that there are endless possibilities, and that also means that you can paint for a longer time. How about that? You can't make people jealous..."

"Kinogami-san?" The man sensed something was wrong and turned his head slightly.

"The front line is too hard. I probably won't be able to do it for a few years. Although I am very reluctant to leave, there is no way to do it." The old man said calmly.If you look closely, his eyeballs are already bloodshot, and the blood-activating and pain-relieving plaster on his hands has been changed a few times without knowing it.

Yasuhiro Takemoto marveled at the tenacity and willpower of the legendary original artist. In fact, this person who is more than 30 years old than the supervisor will only suffer more burnout.

"You really like animation." Yin Ze blurted out from the heart.

"Since I was sensible, I have decided to spend the rest of my life on this path." Kigami Masaharu said.

"But there's one thing I don't quite understand."

"what?"

"With such determination, why did you leave Tokyo and come here?" Yin Ze asked inexplicably, "Tokyo has more opportunities and stages, and there are so many masters. Why did you come to Kyoto, which is far away from the creative center, to come here?" In this quiet town, at that time, you can only work in a small company that outsources coloring, until today?"

Kigami Masaharu paused for a few seconds, as if due to a hand injury, as if he was thinking about how to answer, and inevitably fell into memory.

"That was 30 years ago." The old man murmured.

Just like in the movie "Sunset at Sanchome".

Showa 37 was when I first saw the world.

There are steam trains, yellowed city buildings, and loud neighbors. Milk puffs are a luxury I can only look up to. I can only write children's books for third-rate magazines.

He was also born in poverty.

Life is full of worries and friction, but it is full of sincere warmth, instead of considering the sense of distance, atmosphere, and reading the air as it is now.

What I like most is to go to my friends who have a TV at home to watch programs.Coincidentally, it was also the time when Japan's first full-length TV animation, Osamu Tezuka's "Astro Boy" appeared.

At the moment when I was moved by those black and white pictures, there was only one future in front of me.At every moment of depression later, there was no hesitation or hesitation.

I didn't ask my father for the toll, just let me know, and said goodbye to my parents and neighbors, and said goodbye to that small street.I came to Tokyo from my hometown of Osaka alone, and moved around in various simple rented houses. While practicing hard, I yelled for the fish stall, helped the cotton candy burner, and delivered newspapers in snowy weather.

When I have saved enough tuition fees, I can't wait to enter a professional college for further study.

At the age of 23, he got his wish and entered the industry. In the first and third years, he participated in the Doraemon theatrical version, Nobita’s Dinosaurs and Undersea Ghost Rock City, in the fourth year, Macross: Do You Remember Love, and in the fifth year, Romance of the Three Kingdoms , the eighth year is Akira.

With a flick of a finger.

That brat who rubbed off on his classmate's TV has become a powerful painter with occupational diseases.

In ten years, a lot has changed.

When the boy came, he took a simple car, the driver was smoking a cigarette, and he could smell the wind and dust on the muddy road.In addition to clothes and coins, there is only a box of pencils in the backpack, and there is only one dream in my heart.

When men go home, they take a comfortable train. This society has become colder and more impatient, and this era has become more prosperous.There is still only a box of pencils in the backpack, but he has become a dream itself.

Kigami Masaharu, who returned to his hometown to take care of his mother, also recognized someone.A middle-aged man a few years older than himself, the president of a small workshop.

"In this industry, there are already many suns and stars. As you said before, it is like a jungle that grows wildly. There are giant trees that block out the sun, and some grow tenaciously and accompany them. However, more still die due to lack of sunlight. Yes." The old man said, "Mr. Tezuka, Director Oshii, Mr. Kontoshi, and Mr. Miyazaki. There are already many brilliant and bright things. Correspondingly, the soil is not enough. At that time, President Hatta and I Reached a consensus, hoping that the company will train newcomers on the premise of not dismissing them, and they must have official membership. Technical things, how animation conveys hope... these are taught by me."

So this new star did not return to the center of creation, even though he was so desperate.

And the former companions, opponents, and those who should bloom are all blooming wantonly.

Another nearly seven years.

What used to be a small workshop has finally become a sound company that can independently produce animation.

"It was the first time I tried independent production. I was responsible for supervision, script, storyboarding, performance and role original proposal. Although I was well prepared, judging from the market results, it was a big failure. The only gratification is that at least it proved that we I can do it." Masaharu Kigami smiled wryly, "Sure enough, I'm not suitable to be a narrator, I only have the ability to describe."

"If you have a good team, you will definitely do better." Yin Ze said.

"Maybe, but it's not important anymore...and." The old painter looked at Takemoto Yasuhiro, who was sleeping deeply, and said with some satisfaction, "I can't be a supervisor anymore, there are too many people here who are more interesting than me. "

"If I stay in Tokyo and continue to walk alone, maybe I can have a more beautiful resume, but I am the only one who becomes stronger, and this strength will also weaken with time, until I can no longer write."

Kigami Masuji said in a low voice.

"But what if it is like this now? The strength of one generation and one generation can be passed on. The production of animation is difficult. Some people attribute the current bad environment to Tezuka Osamu's decision-making in the past. I don't want to comment. But I want to do something, the desert will never give birth to an oasis just because of a few words of saliva, what I have to do is to spare no effort to cultivate and protect it. This is my answer. Since childhood, it will end because of childhood."

What a long and beautiful circle.

In the studio late at night, only the swinging fans saw the old and the young.

"...Mr. Mushang, what you said to me at the beginning, that you can take as much as you can with your skills, and that you treat me so kindly, is it also out of this idea of ​​passing on?" Yin Ze asked.

"Yes, that's all. You are very powerful, so it would be a great thing to do animation. But I don't want to beg and force, I will tell you about us, maybe one day, you will be interested, then That's good." Kisame Masaharu said with a smile.

"Not only have you grasped your dream, but are you planning to pursue it for others?" Yin Ze asked very interestedly, "I suddenly want to know, do you have any regrets in your life?"

"—Yes." Masaki Kigami paused, pursed his lips, "If you do it again, don't be so busy. Set aside more time for your family. My child is away, and there is very little time to communicate. "Oh, why didn't I notice it at the beginning?"

"We often keep in touch with outsiders, and only those closest to us will say harsh words. Especially the relationship between father and son is mutual respect and implicit, which is difficult to express." Yin Ze smiled, "After a few years, you Children will understand. Building dreams for children and chasing dreams for young people, you have done so many things, you will definitely enjoy happiness in the future."

"Those are too far away." Kisami Masaharu nodded, "You have such a good personality, you should have a very good family, right?"

"Yeah. Of course, I love them."

"...Well, look at these days, for the sake of staying in a high-end B&B and giving you money, can you accept an entrustment to help out if you have time in the future?" Kigami Masaharu said, "It's just to develop a private school. Theory classes are also available."

"Well, I will. I will never be late." Yin Ze nodded his head with his back turned and said happily, "I will definitely come when you need help the most."

The old man pulled himself together, and after finishing the last few strokes, he covered his hands and made a hissing sound.

"What's wrong?" Yin Ze stood up immediately.

"Tendinosynovitis." Kigami Masaharu sighed, a little self-deprecating, "It's an old problem... It seems that I really can't draw anymore."

"Take a break, there's not much left anyway, even if you sleep until the afternoon, there's still time." Yin Ze suggested.

"If you don't procrastinate, you won't procrastinate. I'll squint for a while, and if the alarm clock doesn't wake you up, remember to pat me up." Kigami Masaharu rubbed his hands, and twisted the clockwork of the small clock on the table a few times.

"Okay, I got it." Yin Ze said to let him relax, and passed the second thin blanket to cover the other party tightly, and then adjusted the seat to a flat slope to make it more comfortable for people to lie on.

The old painter soon fell asleep.

Master Yin sat back and continued working seamlessly.After waiting for seven or eight minutes, after confirming that Kigami Masuji was fast asleep, he gently picked up the alarm clock and canceled it.

"...There are 62 left."

The man recalculated in his heart, and he let out a breath.

He picked up Masayoshi Kigami's painting and looked at it for a long time.

Such a strong spatial imagination, these are actually drawn freehand, and in such a short period of time.

The fingers touching the paper felt an illusory heat, which was the heart left by that person.

Even the picky Supervisor Takemoto has nothing to say now.

Then next.

Schrödinger's life corridor, 300% operation——

Men have entered into a special state.

In the depths of his brain, which no one else can probe, in his ocean of thinking, there are nine levels of monstrous waves blowing, the storm roars, and the thunder and lightning roar.Countless data and information travel across the world.

...

Taishi Nishiya was a little later today than in the past. Usually, he would arrive at the studio first, set the air-conditioning speed, and then make a pot of steaming coffee.

But today there seems to be a little change.

It clearly shows that there are quite a few colleagues clocking in, but the coffee is actually empty.

Nishiya Taishi lamented that these newcomers really can drink, while stepping on the spiral stairs to the second floor.

Then nothing can be seen.

There were too many people staying in the painting department, and even those from other departments came to join in the fun, standing on tiptoes to look around, trotting around, as if they were in the excitement of a cultural evening.

Could it be that cockroaches were found in the case?People are cleaning?Still hard to count?Taishi Nishiya had a serious expression on his face. He thought that there were small cockroaches in the company before, and he bought insecticides and mothballs. It seemed that it was not very effective.

Taishi Nishiya managed to squeeze in, only to find that it was not Chong Chong who was surrounded by enemies, but three giant pandas. To be precise, they were three familiar figures with black eye sockets.

Takemoto Yasuhiro was paralyzed on the seat, holding a pile of manuscript papers and laughing constantly, filled with happiness, and had a sense of sight of a single draw of 1 million yen.

Master Mu Shang held the alarm clock in his hand and frowned, for some reason, he didn't look very happy.

Mr. Yin, a dead-line nemesis man and a friend of young women in the workplace, referred to as the friend of young women, sat next to the printer, holding his forehead with his hands, and seemed a little sleepy.And the printer next to it is constantly spitting out sheets of paper with complicated content and pictures.

Looking carefully, Ishihara Rikiya and his carefully cultivated Naoko Yamai are pointing and pointing with the laptop they lent to Teacher Yin. They are inexplicably excited and unbelievable.It's probably as shocking as seeing the Japanese football team beat the Chinese football team.

"What happened?" Taishi Nishiya asked, and he suddenly remembered a Hong Kong movie and asked, "Why did everyone surround the three of them like the police who arrived late like at the end of "A Hero 2"? Did they do anything?"

Indeed, in recent days, these three have been inseparable and have been working overtime crazily, but as for what they are doing specifically, they only say that Binguo's construction period has overflowed, and they want to fill in some things and carve them better.If the modification is confirmed, everyone will have to worry about the subsequent links.

Yin Ze pressed his slightly swollen head. He saw Taishi Nishiya, so he stood up and planned to take the laptop and return it.

"I haven't finished it yet, wait, wait. I'll pay you back later." Shi Yuanli also refused to let go.

"—Is the date of last revision of these documents true?" Naoko Yamai locked his gaze on the man's face.

"Then you can pay it back." Yin Ze reluctantly nodded, "Yes."

Almost the youngest supervisor in the agency, Sani Naoko let out a sigh of emotion, then didn't say anything more, just silently remembered this person.

"I'm going back to the B&B to sleep, and I can't stand it any longer." Yin Ze's footsteps were a little vain when he walked.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Kigami Masaharu said suddenly, his voice was stiff, obviously sullen.

"Drawing and painting, I will be fascinated and forget." Yin Ze grinned.

"Why didn't the alarm clock go off?"

"Maybe something went wrong."

The old painter showed a resentful and relieved gaze.

"I'll use my real name for the Staff list this time." Masaharu Kigami looked at the disciple who was laughing for a long time.

"You don't use that alias anymore?" Takemoto Yasuhiro was surprised.Ever since Kyoto Animation matured, Master Craftsman has deliberately retreated to the second line, occasionally participating, and mischievously using a completely unsuitable name like Ichiro Miki.In the final analysis, it is still out of unwillingness to take away students.

Therefore, there has always been a stalk of Ichiro Miki, the strongest rookie in Kyoto, in the industry.

"Of course I have to use my real name. Sometimes I want to show off in a fair way."

"Well, what about Brother Yin? Do you use a pseudonym or your real name?" Takemoto Yasuhiro recalled that the other party seemed to have always used a pseudonym for this kind of work.

"Use Yin..."

The man opened his mouth subconsciously, but stopped immediately, then shook his head, showing a relaxed and happy smile.

"Teacher Mugami, you helped another person. Someone has been waiting for this day for a long time since the beginning of the dream."

"Please use the name Takizawa Satoru."