Society fears that young people don’t want to be literary godfathers

Ever since, the lunch break was completely over.

After clearing away the dishes, Mochizuki walked out of the classroom, ready to take a walk to eat before getting ready for class.

..........Recently, campus life has been as usual, without any disturbance.

However, the young man knew very well——

The big one is coming soon.

"...You're about to go to the comic club to show up, right?"

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Mochizuki patted his head gently, thinking of the little president of the comic club with dog eyes, and Mochizuki felt quite calm.

.......The second episode of One Punch Man has been finished.

The manuscript is placed in the bag, freshly baked and clean.

Before posting on the Internet, it’s better to ask Xiao Chengzi for his opinion and see what can be modified——

"Cough cough."

Mochizuki coughed twice slightly, making Mochizuki a little embarrassed.

.......Why do I call Takegami-san "Little Orange" in my heart? Is he really assimilated by that guy Kurihara?

19. I came first 2/2. Please collect it!

At three o'clock, school ends on time in Momoyama Garden.

Today, Mochizuki did not join the Homecoming Club quite skillfully. Instead, he turned a corner and pushed open the comic club door that was covered with anime posters and had a cute shop girl printed on it——

The sun is like rain and dew, scattering golden color all over the place.

Because school had just ended and Mochizuki was running all the way over, there was currently no one in this small comic club.

"Are you early?"

Seeing that the small comic club that seemed to be very lively at first was so quiet now, the young man felt as if he had eaten dumb ashes, and he had some intention of quitting in his heart.

To be honest, it would be fine if I was alone with Kasumi Takegami - but if I were in the same room with more than four or five strangers and discussing comics together, even Mochizuki, who had always been expressionless, would become nervous. among.

.......Conscience of heaven and earth, teenagers are not used to staying in crowded places for too long, and there are at least a dozen people in this comic club. If they all get together to evaluate the kindergarten paintings they have just drawn, If it were a manga, Mochizuki would definitely dig out three rooms and one living room with his toes.

.....However, after all, she had agreed with Takegami Kasumi to wait for her here. Wouldn't it be too much of a renegade if she ran away early?

Heroes can't just run away.

With such conviction in his heart, seeing that no one from the comic club has come in so far, the tension in the young man's heart has calmed down a lot.

Looking at the gently opened small window of the comics club and enjoying the faint light coming from the window lattice, Mochizuki always felt a faint sense of comfort——

However, the boy's comfort did not last long before he was ruthlessly torn apart.

".......Um?"

Looking out the window, there seemed to be a girl with short hair and a shaggy head gliding towards him on a pulley. Mochizuki couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

This figure, this hairstyle... are so familiar.

Wait a minute... Isn't this girl coming towards me the Dog Eyes president of the comic club?

Mochizuki didn't even have time to think about it.

Sliding on the pulley, the short-haired girl wearing a school uniform and short skirt just turned over, stepped on the pulley, and stepped on the window sill of the comic club!

"Haha, Mochizuki-san."

While saying hello politely, the little president with dog eyes tilted her head slightly, letting the breeze and the rising sun stir up her hair, igniting her amber eyes from the side:

"It's rare to be so punctual."

"?"

Seeing Takegami Kasumi's violent scene, Mochizuki was stunned for a moment.

"...Um, hello, Takegami-san."

"Is Mochizuki-san so reserved?"

The girl with doggy eyes has deep eyes, but she also shows a bit of stupidity——

She gently held down her short skirt and jumped from the window sill to the inside of the comic club. Her movements were smooth and smooth. One look at her and she knew that she was a habitual criminal:

"I thought Mochizuki-san would be a little wilder...after all, when I had dinner with you before, I felt that you were pretty good at chatting."

"...I just didn't expect that Takegami-san, the president of the club, would put on pulleys, turn over and jump into the club."

Mochizuki was speechless:

"Although I know you are too lazy to turn around and go back to take the pulley home...but does it really matter? If you step on the window sill and floor, you will be scolded by the teacher and club members."

"Will not."

Kasumi Takegami lifted up her short hair, then began to untie her knee pads and leggings, explaining her tough background in a rather calm tone:

"The instructor of the comic club is my aunt, and none of the club members care about this - not only because of my status as president, but also because the free will of our comic club is known to the whole school."

"...Um, okay."

Seeing Kasumi Takegami, the dog-eyed little president, explain so calmly, Mochizuki had no choice but to bow to the second generation:

"It seems like I'm in trouble, I'll pay attention to it in the future - By the way, where are the other members of the comic club?"

"Other club members? Oh, I told them to postpone the club activities for 10 minutes and ask them not to come in here for the time being... Mochizuki-san doesn't like crowded places, so I opened up a big enough space for you. quiet place."

"You are so gentle, Takegami-san."

"Ahem... This, this is a privilege given to people who want to see the new episode of One Punch Man. This will not happen again."

As if he was trying to hide something, President Gouyan coughed twice. After a while, he continued to turn his head and asked Mochizuki:

"So, there should be no wrinkles in the manga manuscript, right?"

"of course not."

Seeing that the young president finally mentioned comics, Mochizuki took out the bound printed product from his bag quite skillfully and said:

"The second chapter is here... President Takegami, please take a look."

"...Don't be so serious."

As if being amused by Mochizuki's expressionless official accent, Takegami Kasumi covered her mouth and couldn't help but shrugged:

"I'm not like my aunt who asks for titles when I'm in school - just call me Takegami-san."

"Okay, President Takegami."

Mochizuki did not change his words:

"I haven't even posted it online this time. I printed it out after finishing it last night. It's absolutely fresh."

"...Is that so?"

Takegami Kasumi's cheeks are bulging, and the collagen belonging to adolescent girls looks pink and soft under the rising sun:

"So, I am the first reader?"

"Yes."

"...Did I read the new chapter of the manga earlier than Saki-chan?"

"She fell asleep last night, so I didn't knock on her door."

"I see."

Nodding slightly, Takegami Kasumi took the manga Mochizuki handed to him:

"Then, let me take a closer look."

......

The plot of the second episode of One Punch Man does not continue the first episode, but begins to talk about Saitama's story before he became the Bald Caped Man.

Three years ago, Saitama was still an ordinary person, handsome and with still hair. Unfortunately, he was unemployed and could only wander the streets looking for work——

One day, he met a mutated crab monster. Saitama, who had lost hope in life, didn't even bother to run away. He just watched coldly when the monster would attack him.

But obviously, the weirdo has no intention of attacking Saitama. He said that he is looking for a naughty kid with a butt on his face, and if he sees it, he will kill him.

When Saitama heard what the crab weirdo said, he walked away expressionlessly.As far as he knows, there is no person in the world with a butt on his face——

However, before taking two steps, Saitama happened to see the boy with a butt on his face, looking directly at him...

"Pfft."

When seeing the abstract plot content in this weird painting style, even Kasumi Takegami, who has experienced many battles, couldn't help but squeaked twice, with a hint of smile in his amber eyes——

The girl with dog eyes turned her head and looked at the boy in front of her, her voice trembling with laughter:

"Mochizuki-kun...is this really a funny comic?"

"It's a funny cartoon - because it's a work of interest."

Mochizuki did not deny anything, and his voice sounded quite serious:

"I thought it was fun, so I drew it like this - doesn't it matter?"

"It's okay, it's okay...it's really fun!"

Takegami Kasumi, who had no resistance to such comics, nodded heavily and said in a very solemn voice:

"Furthermore, seeing that the plot is so interesting, I'm a little curious about how it will develop in the future!"

20. Coach, I want to draw comics!

Continuing to flip through the comics that Mochizuki handed him, Takegami Kasumi's dog eyes also showed signs of fatigue, showing considerable energy.

The plot of the manga continues, and Saitama, who is still an ordinary person at this moment, meets the little boy with a butt on his face.

Although he was somewhat surprised, but after all he was too lazy to meddle in his own business, Saitama still pretended not to care and left——

However, just when Saitama turned around, the crab monster suddenly appeared and attacked the little boy with a chin!

Out of an instinctive reaction of his body, Saitama involuntarily saved the boy, and completely fell out with the crab monster who wanted to attack the little boy, and got into a fight!

The appearance of the crab monster awakens Saitama's long-dormant fighting spirit - what kind of ordinary person can he be?Becoming a hero is his biggest dream in life!

Although as an ordinary person, a man without any special abilities appears to be a hero, the result is to be severely ravaged by crabs... But at this moment, the soul of justice in the heart of this young man in a suit... Start burning!

Blood flew everywhere, and consciousness gradually blurred... However, even so, Saitama finally seized the opportunity. With one leap, he successfully wrapped the crab monster's eyes with his tie, and then pulled hard, leading the evil crab monster with him. Then he was unable to get back up and was beaten to death by Saitama, becoming a stepping stone for the bald caped man to become the source of all evil——

At this point, Saitama understood what he was thinking, so he followed his own will and began three consecutive years of hard training... In the end, his head became a light bulb, his painting style became strange, and the man He also became an invincible existence.

Invincible, such a tempting word... However, Saitama, who has entered the realm of true invincibility and has become the strongest creature in the world, feels increasingly empty inside.

On the last page of the second episode of One Punch Man, Saitama, a simple figure with an even-headed head, is walking in the scrawled streets and begins to sigh like this:

"Looking back, three years have passed...I trained myself hard and finally gained invincible power. Logically speaking, I have become an ideal hero——"

"But why...my heart can't be satisfied?"

At this point, the second episode of One Punch Man is completely over.

"...Huh, huh."

As he became more and more aware of the uniqueness of the comic "One Punch Man", Kasumi Takegami couldn't help but his pupils trembled:

"This kind of plot setting and such character setting... are really attractive."

“It’s very freeing and very unconventional, right?”

Sitting on the chair of the manga club quite skillfully, looking at President Takegami in uniform, with his back against the rising sun outside the window sill, quietly looking at his manuscript, Mochizuki said the same:

"After all, I'm a comic book author just for fun. I use it to practice writing and storyboarding, so the plot just comes out as interesting as I can without thinking too much about it -"

"...I see~"

He nodded softly and leaned against the window sill, facing away from the summer breeze. Kasumi Takegami, whose skirt and short hair were swaying, also pulled her shirt, and her voice showed a hint of reluctance:

"I really didn't expect it to come to an abrupt end like this... If possible, I really want to dig out Mochizuki-san's head and install it in a machine that can fully automatically draw high-tech comics. Like this If you do that, you can watch thirty episodes of One Punch Man in one day.”

"Eh?"

"Ah, sorry, I was joking just now."