I interpret life in Tokyo

"Thank you." Nakano Kazuka was a little moved by the compliment.

The gap before and after the graduation advertisement is really big. In the advertisement, she is nominally the female number one, but her acting skills are not as good as the female number two. In fact, there are many trolls on the Internet who have complained on the forum because of their acting skills. This undoubtedly hit her already good self-confidence.

In the warmth of the graduation commercial crew, after leaving the crew, Kazuka Nakano was not used to the cold wind blowing on her face.

There are too many competitors.

The boy knew that Mai Sakurajima was filming a cosmetic advertisement during this period of time. Even if she was willing to be an extra performer in this big river drama, her manager probably wouldn't.

Madoka Higuchi felt the boy's gaze, and held his left arm with his right hand - this posture is a slightly defensive self-protection, which the boy mentioned in the psychology book when he was bored.

"In the spring schedule, all I received were auditions for group performances. The leading roles in some TV dramas and movies are all pre-determined places, and there is no chance to audition."

"I understand." The boy sighed and nodded in agreement. He didn't think it was unfair.

He made his debut earlier than himself, and has been in the industry for a long time. It is a matter of course that he is appointed as the leading actor.

This is the workplace society.

Unarmed young people chase after each other, and everyone wants to create a world of their own.

Following the line, the three of them walked into the lively square, where the staff put on clothes and wigs of different shapes for the group performers. For example, Kazuka Nakano had to wear a wig, otherwise it would be too conspicuous in the crowd.

People in the Edo period were not all wearing kimonos. Even rich people wore handmade clothes made of looms. For ordinary people, they obviously couldn’t afford high-level samurai or wealthy merchants. The clothes they wore were all patched old clothes.

The patch clothes provided for the extras looked tattered and rough, but they weren't dirty, instead they seemed to have been washed and faded.

"Hmm...how do you look now?" He turned to ask Madoka Higuchi after changing clothes.

The boy put his hands in his arms, looking carefree, with a handsome face, just like a student from a poor family.

Looking at him, I can't help but come up with a series of stories in my mind, such as the boy was born in poverty, but he robbed the light at home, studied hard for decades, and finally went to Beijing in common clothes to rush for the exam, won the gold medal in one fell swoop, and changed his fate against the sky s story.

Boys are really good at wearing period clothes.

"generally."

Madoka Higuchi was arranging the linen clothes, even if she was wearing simple clothes, she couldn't conceal the aura of Xiaojiabiyu on her body.

A glamorous beauty of the Edo period.

Chapter 4 The Death of Little People

The ensemble performers perform their own duties, standing at both ends of the street, each with a different job, showing the common people living in the Edo period.Most of them are farmers and craftsmen, and a few are merchants.

The actors who played the street warriors were obviously carefully selected by the supervisor of the Dahe drama. They had square faces, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Just standing there, they revealed an aura of calmness and prestige.

Dahe dramas are historical dramas, not idol dramas dedicated to chasing stars.

In the star chasing historical drama imagined by the boy, all the samurai need to be handsome, unrestrained and suave, similar to the characters in Touken Ranbu, a danmei-oriented game for female players in the previous life, each samurai has its own charm.

Dahe drama, the pursuit of truth and restoration.

The boy was thinking about something on his mind. At this moment, he felt resentment again and again, or contemptuous gazes from his side. He turned sideways and asked doubtfully, "Higuchi-san , why look at me like that?"

"..."

Madoka Higuchi snorted softly, and she unconsciously withdrew her aggressive gaze—she felt that she had lost her composure. This kind of gaze was okay for Hiya Rakuko Ren Hina in the idol group, but it was for acquaintances eyes.

In front of outsiders, she disdains, or does not want to express obvious emotions.

"Higuchi-san, if you don't want to, can I ask the supervisor?"

The boy came up with an answer after a little thought, and immediately suggested.

Madoka Higuchi shook her head, and said softly: "We are not the leading roles in the STARS Agency's youth TV series now, we are just a group performer, how could we have the opportunity to ask for it?"

"Then..." the boy paused.

Madoka Higuchi glanced at the boy who was hesitant to speak, and sighed, as if expelling his negative emotions, "Isn't it just playing a bunch of new couples passing by, I have no problem, how about you, Sakakibara-san?"

"I have a problem."

"?"

The boy rubbed his chin, "Speaking of which, what are couples like?"

He was a great sage in his previous life, and he also possessed the gluttony skill. He was NG several times just looking for a confession. Wouldn't it be NG countless times to play a couple?

Madoka Higuchi didn't continue to speak harshly. In fact, when talking about serious business, she was very serious, unlike sometimes boys who would suddenly say a word of coquettish, flashing the manager's waist.

"Well... Sakakibara-san can imitate the feeling between parents." Madoka Higuchi suggested.

"I rarely see my father."

Seeing that Madoka Higuchi was silent, the boy said to himself: "Haven't we filmed a graduation advertisement before, why don't you imagine the scene after my confession is successful?"

Higuchi Madoka nodded slowly, feeling very reasonable.

She also often uses the associative memory method.

After thinking about it, the boy felt that his hair was a few blanks. Letting him, a magician who has never been in love, play the image of the husband of the couple is to add salt to his wounds.

Although he claims to have launched more than 300 galgames, he can be regarded as the king of beautiful girl games, but most of these galgames are about talking about friends, either the male protagonist talks a lot, or the female protagonist is rebellious.In addition to this factor, there are very few plots in galgame that will be discussed later in life after marriage.

Relatively speaking, playing the role of Nico's father is very simple, just embellish it.

He can't imagine what life is like after falling in love, let alone getting married.

How fiercely galgame was promoted at the beginning, how bad it is now.

Compared with the two of STARS, Nakano Kazuka's extra role is very relaxed, and she has become an ordinary farmer wearing a wig.

When the boy was sighing, the supervisor and the director had already raised the microphones in their hands, and began to direct the lighting and props teams to their positions, ready to shoot.

"Sakakibara-san, you can show your usual self." Madoka Higuchi said lightly, looking straight into the boy's eyes with purple eyes, "The way each couple gets along is different, so you don't have to deliberately imitate the model couples in movies and TV shows." Appearance, usual, ordinary you are enough."

"Besides, you're just a group performer."

The man was stunned, and smiled embarrassedly, "I have an occupational disease, and I can't help but start character analysis when I think of the role."

He changed the subject, "What Higuchi-san said is very reasonable. Husband and wife have different ways of dealing with it. If Higuchi-san and I act as husband and wife, according to what Higuchi-san said, we should respect each other as guests."

"You don't need to hold hands, you don't need to make eye contact, and you don't need to be particularly pretentious. What do you think, Higuchi-san?"

This is exactly what the girl meant, don't look at her throwing the question to the boy, in fact she doesn't know the answer.

In her mind, falling in love is impossible, let alone getting married.

The group performers quickly took their positions, and different cameras were erected on street corners.

This time the boy did not use the skill of observing the position of the camera taught by Hideo Oshima when he was filming Almighty Soda before. He is just a group performer, and it is what he should do.

Several samurai have sharp-looking ancient knives pinned to their waists—you can add a chicken leg to the props group.

"ACTION!"

The street that was originally like a picture, the frozen street, suddenly came alive, people went their own way, there were voices and shouts from both sides of the street from time to time, and there were a few businessmen in the restaurant. He was talking loudly with a glass of wine.

A boy, a girl, and a newlywed couple, both wearing old patched clothes, passed the tavern leisurely and quickly.

At this moment, there were sounds of fighting and cursing from the corner of the street.

Not long after, the sound of swords and swords intersecting came, causing the common people at the bottom to panic, and immediately retreated to both sides of the street, giving way to a road in the middle.

Two groups of samurai followed one another, a group of people chased a group of people and withdrew into the street. The leader, a middle-aged man wearing a black turban, snorted coldly, "Damn lackeys of the shogunate..."

On the other side, the middle-aged man with two scars on his face gave a piss and spit on the ground, "You are the ones who should be damned, you are the lackeys of the Toyotomi Clan, you are still haunted."

The middle-aged samurai in the black turban was furious, and the samurai sword was unsheathed instantly, and amidst the exclamation of the civilians, he slashed at the middle-aged samurai with the scar.

"Bah!"

The sword fought with the sword, and the middle-aged warrior with the scar was hit by the opponent's sudden sneak attack. He immediately fell into a disadvantage and retreated three steps in a row.

"Give it to me, and kill the remnants of the Toyotomi family!"

He quickly adjusted his breathing rhythm, pushed the blade back hard, and let out a loud shout at the same time.

"Yes!"

The samurai walking with him drew out their samurai swords one after another, the blades gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Pedestrians and ordinary people who passed by saw the warriors pulling out their knives, their faces were filled with surprise and fear, and they immediately made a pot of porridge.

"Come on!"

The boy stretched out his hand to block the front, grabbed the frightened girl by the shoulders, and held her in his arms. Because of fear, the girl's arms were trembling all the time.

In the face of disasters, human beings are extraordinarily small.

The boy created a relatively safe personal space for the girl, but the price was that he was pushed and fled forward by the crowd.

No one wants to be a ghost under the knife, nor do they want to die in a busy city in this way.

"Are you all right?" the boy turned his head to confirm whether it was dangerous or not, and at the same time asked softly.

The girl bit her lip, her body was like a rootless duckweed, and finally got better after her arms climbed onto the boy's shoulders.

"cut!"

The black turban warriors had a small number of people. After a few rounds, they lost a few members and quickly fell into a disadvantage. One of them had bloody eyes and swung a machete towards the civilians beside him.

"Bastard! Do you still have Bushido in your heart when you attack the common people!" The scarred warrior was furious, swung his knife vigorously and cursed, "Did you not be an ordinary people in the past!"

"You hypocritical lackeys of the shogunate, how many people have you slaughtered yourself, do you think we are blind!"

"You are no longer worthy of being called warriors." The scar warrior held the sword across his chest and said coldly, "Why do warriors raise their swords to protect their families, friends, common people, and the common people in this world? .”

"Guard the common people in the world! As long as your shogunate continues to exist, the common people will not be able to gain real freedom!" The black turban warrior's cheek was cut by the blade, bleeding profusely. He sneered, "What does the common people have to do with me?"

"You are hopeless."

The scar warrior gave up and continued to persuade the other party to turn around, and what responded to him was the slowly erected blade.

The black turban warrior wiped away the remaining blood on his face with the blade of his knife, stepped forward, and leaned forward slowly, like a beast about to choose someone to devour.

King to king, general to general, soldier to soldier.

The warriors under him stepped on the corpses of civilians and slashed at each other with their knives, spilling blood into the sky.

The two stared at each other coldly, as if they were not looking at a person, but a breathing corpse.

"call..."

The scar warrior let out a long breath, put the blade back into the scabbard slowly, narrowed his eyes, like a fierce tiger lying on the ground, his whole body was filled with an instant burst of strength.

This is Iaido. From the beginning, how to use the Taidao to effectively counter the enemy's killing technique with a short sword while sitting down, and cultivate the spirit of perseverance while exercising the body.

A thunderous backhand is the kill.

The samurai in the black turban holds a knife, which is also sheathed and pinned to his waist.

Knife drawing.

Usually it is the first attack, and the knife is thrown out with a thunderous momentum, the blade rolls through the flesh and blood, and the blood is scattered like falling flowers.

He had something that had to be cut.

The two stopped talking because they couldn't convince each other.

The two no longer communicate because blades are more effective than words.

The two raised their heads at the same time, narrowing their eyes.

The next moment, the samurai drew his sword.

The fierce collision of words resulted in an even more violent collision. The people who were stabbed in the chest by the Taidao fell to the ground, bleeding all over the ground, and it seemed that they had breathed in less and exhaled more.

The knife light slashed, and human lives fell like cherry blossoms, throwing bright blood lines in the air, the pupils gradually enlarged, and the field of vision was the gradually darkening blue sky.

"Killed!"

The sound of mourning came from afar, and the boy suddenly turned his head, and saw that one of the warriors had bloodshot eyes, and in the blink of an eye, four more innocent civilians who were running slowly were killed by the sword.

The stream of people behind kept pushing forward, the boy looked to the side, and found the fear hidden deep in the girl's eyes.

The girl firmly held the boy's hand, sweating on her forehead in a panic, panting from being rushed by the crowd.

"I'll help you to a safe place."

The girl was rushed into the arms of the boy by the crowd, and the latter stood against the turbulent flow of people, gritted his teeth and supported the girl's body, "follow the crowd."

"I sprained my ankle."