After talking on the phone for such a long time, the family members in the studio started pouring questions at me like crazy.

“One million copies, really?”

“I think I heard the story of 500,000 copies a while ago.”

“Wow, my heart is pounding just by hearing those words.”

“No, I said 700,000 copies earlier, so 1 million copies is a wish. Isn’t it?”

When Daebong Lee, who intervened at the end, asked a question with roughly similar words, I nodded my head.

“uh. right. But there seems to be some talk that it might be possible because the momentum is right now.”

Lee Dae-bong’s eyes widened as if he was really surprised at those words.

“Really? Then, are you really going to become the man of a million copies?”

“What else is the Man of Millions?”

“The Six Million Dollar Man, Colonel Steve Austin! And you are the man of 1 million wealth, Lee Yoon-hwan.”

Saying that, he giggled that he liked being alone.

“···········?”

“I really like all of Yunhwan’s stuff, but except for cartoons like this, he’s like an idiot, so steam is leaking.”

Saying so, Daebong Lee sighed.

“It’s because James’s gags aren’t funny.”

“Isn’t this fun?”

“Of course.”

When Park So-mi came forward and said that, Lee Dae-bong glared at her with an expressionless expression.

Silver, who was still at that time, also came out.

“If it’s fun like that, you can succeed as a comedian like Shim Hyeong-rae. Let’s go to the broadcasting station immediately.”

“If I hadn’t had a talent for storytelling, I would have.”

“Ugh.”

“And it’s true, it takes more than two weeks to do this.”

“The trend right now is Shim Hyung-rae.”

“no it’s not? it’s this week Sorry for being ugly~. I’ll show you something. do not know?”

“I am playing. The gentleman will show you something to meet. What the hell are you going to show me?”

“How about Shim Hyung-rae? I don’t know about the fictitious day~. There it is.”

Ugh, we fight over such trivial things again.

However, the studio family is watching it with their chins on their chin saying that it is also fun.

Do I need to prepare even popcorn for this?

* * *

The editorial department of a certain boys’ manga in Tokyo.

Two people are sitting over a partition on one side of it.

A man who appears to be an editor examines the manuscript brought by the person sitting opposite him, and immediately puts it down on the table.

“The story looks good, but the picture is…”

“Still, read it all and make your own judgment.”

“·················ogue.”

When the editor made a face that he didn’t want to do that, the man took a deep breath and said:

“······Okay.”

The man got up from his seat with the finished manuscript. Then he leaves the editorial department straight away.

The editor, watching him behind him, shrugged his shoulders once and was about to return to his seat, when his co-worker approached and asked.

“Are you aspiring writers?”

“Huh.”

“But what’s on your face?”

“It’s not funny.”

“Isn’t it funny? What are you talking about?”

“My friend, I came here saying that I wanted to become a cartoonist because my drawings were so messed up.”

A colleague laughed at that.

“All rookies are like that. What are you expecting?”

“Don’t talk. Because it was the worst, it looked like a picture drawn by a child.”

“Ah, please. Still, if I had found a publisher, I would have been able to draw to a certain extent.”

“If that were the case, would I have sent it back without reading it properly?”

“What? Haven’t you read it all?”

“Because it is. The picture is a mess, so the story has to come to mind. Who would want to read a picture like that? If it’s a cartoon that requires patience, it’s no longer a cartoon.”

He nodded his head as if his colleague agreed.

“Well, what if the picture is so messed up.”

“The title is also funny.”

“What?”

“Villain X”

“what? It sounds like the title of a cartoon from the 60s.”

“So.”

Saying so, he giggles and laughs.

Then someone from within the editorial department said aloud.

“The meeting starts now, so everyone gather in the conference room!”

Hearing this, the two hurriedly walked to the conference room.

When the elevator door opens, a man with an envelope with a manuscript in his arms comes out.

A man with a dwarf body in black horn-rimmed glasses.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

He walked out of the publishing house with droopy shoulders.

As a result, I can’t see any hope since I’ve looked at almost all of the manga publishers in Tokyo.

He turned and looked up at the building, then turned and walked through the city.

I feel even more depressed at the thought that there seems to be no hope anymore.

Just, I wonder if he made a mistake in accepting the editor’s recommendation he met in Boy Hero.

Because he knew very well that his drawing skills couldn’t be any more.

He has tried his best to practice drawing, but comics are not something he can improve so much in such a short period of time, and he lacks knowledge about the world because he has no fishery experience at first.

The more I think about it, the more depressed I get.

Then, suddenly, the steps stopped.

My eyes were drawn to the poster for a cartoon advertisement hanging in front of a large bookstore.

[Samsara! Additional reprint decision due to explosive interest!]

My eyes are naturally drawn to the pretty loud words.

Then he looked down at the manuscript in his arms.

A manuscript related to Samsara.

Thinking about it, his expression darkened again.

And after staring at the poster in front of the bookstore for a while, he narrowed his forehead.

Then he mumbled in a quiet voice.

“Do you want to go back?”

And after a while he was looking up at the Mitsuda Shoten building.

Fortunately, he looked up at the floor with the boy hero who was most interested in the manuscript he had, pondered for a moment, then made a patient decision and entered the building.

With a pounding heart, I got on the elevator and went up to the floor where the boy hero is.

As soon as the door opens, cautious steps enter the editorial department. Then a female employee near the entrance asked him.

“What brings you here?”

“Ah yes. I want to meet Akagi-san.”

“That’s right. Would you like to sit down for a moment? He’s out of work right now, but he’ll be back in a little while.”

“i See. Okay.”

The man bowed his head and carefully sat down on the guest sofa.

I look into the inside of the editorial department, which I couldn’t properly inspect because I was too busy showing the manuscript before. Most of the editorial departments are crowded with comic books and manuscripts, and it is a place full of cigarette smoke.

Perhaps the department has been expanded recently, although one side has not been sorted out yet.

“Have some coffee.”

As the female employee puts the vending machine coffee on the table, the man bows his head.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah.”

Only after the woman leaves her seat with a smile does he carefully pick up her paper cup and bring it to her mouth.

Just then, a loud voice was heard from behind the seat where he was sitting.

“Calm down, sir!”

“Am I really what I look like now? I just don’t pass today. I have to negotiate with the editor.”

“Hey, sir. But what if the editorial department bans me like this for not giving me the center color?”

“I didn’t do anything, what did I do?”

“This is the luck.”

“Damn, so should I just endure the injustice?”

“What injustice is this? Talk a little bit.”

“Anyway, I have to ask.”

The man who heard the sound looked around.

Despite such a fuss, the people around me just smile, and there is no change in the editorial atmosphere.

I thought maybe this kind of atmosphere was familiar, so I sip my coffee again and look away.

I’m curious as to who you are.

Then he stopped when he saw the face of the man who was talking loudly.

“···································································!

He thought his voice was a bit familiar, but it was because he didn’t think he was a person he knew at all.

Then he shrugged and turned his head back to normal.

Then he glanced at the two men passing him and entering the editing department, and then got up straight away.

But it was then.

“uh? Kamiya-san?”

“Ah.”

An editor named Jiro Akagi, who had been waiting for him, looked at him and approached him with a surprised face.

At that moment, the man who had been making a lot of noise wanted to turn his gaze slightly toward him, and then their eyes met.

“······uh?”

“·················ogue.”

When the man who recognized him widened his eyes and tried to say something more, he hurriedly greeted him and ran straight to the emergency stairway.

A man who is bewildered when he sees such a man.

And the editor, Jiro, is bewildered by the sudden action.

Jiro immediately turned his bewildered gaze and looked at the noisy man and asked.

“Mr. Kido. Do you know, Kamiya-san?”

“I guess Kamiya is right. It’s not that I didn’t see well.”

“uh? Do you really know?”

“Well. What. He’s the older brother of Assy, who used to work in our studio.”

“Oh, such a relationship.”

Jiro looked back at the place where Kamiya disappeared again with surprised eyes.

Then Kido opened her mouth again with her puzzled eyes.

“By the way, why is that friend here?”

“Did you not know? He wants to become a cartoonist too.”

“What? cartoonist? That friend, do you do cartoons?”

“I think your brother is aiming to become a cartoonist, huh?”

“not really. Obviously, I heard that hyung had nothing to do with manga. He said he was a civil servant and I can’t remember what he was.”

“Yeah? So, are you doing this to help his brother?”

At Jiro’s words, Kido’s expression suddenly darkened.

Jiro, noticing such a change in height, asked carefully.

“Why?”

“…that friend’s younger brother, who died a few months ago.”

“Yeah?”

brother’s dream (2)

At Kido’s words, Jiro’s expression turned blank in surprise.

She was a little shocked by the sudden announcement that her brother had died.

“Really?”

“Am I the one to joke about that? I went to the funeral of that friend myself.”

Kido’s expression darkened as he said that.

And there is no word for a while after thinking about that time.

At the sudden change of height, Tegoshi, who was nearby, just stood there with a bewildered expression on his face.

“It happened.”

Jiro also answered in a quiet voice with a gloomy expression.

“Anyway, as far as I know, I had never heard of doing a manga, but suddenly I thought I would become a cartoonist.”

“I still have a copy of the manuscript, would you like to see it?”

Kido’s eyes widened at Jiro’s words.

“uh? Is that okay?”

“Yeah. I think that would be fine.”

“Okay, then let me show you.”

“Yeah.”

Kido, who suddenly came to the editorial department and lost his purpose, stopped the riot and followed Jiro to his desk.

At that moment, Tegoshi flopped down on the guest sofa.

It was because he had been exhausted from arguing with Kido for over an hour, and then his pulse suddenly loosened.

Then a female employee who was nearby approached him.