Fool's Love

Let's go to Tokyo.

After he said that, I bought the tickets, and we went to see the group's special performance together.When he came out, Masumi was in a particularly good mood.

We walked along the main road where the air was scorching.Masumi recounted to me his feelings when he saw their performance live in a slightly faster and brighter way, and I kept nodding with a smile on my face.

His good mood also affected me.It's summer now, but Masumi is wearing long sleeves—

It's one of those light shirts that's smooth and soft.Masumi glanced at the shops on both sides of the road, and I, who was silent, just followed him with my eyes.

After a while, he suddenly said excitedly: "Ah! There is such a shop here!"

Looking in the direction of his finger, what caught his eyes was the signboard that was beginning to become old.

There were so many suits of various styles hanging in the store that there was almost no room in the store, and some of them were hung on the display racks in the open space in front of the store.

It was a shop that made custom suits.I wondered why Masumi was interested in this kind of store, and he explained that it was because he had just watched the special session of "SARABA".

""SARABA!" can also talk about comics.When it comes to mancai, you will think of suits, because suits are the weapons of mancai masters. "

Most of the mancai teachers wear suits when they perform - I don't think I need to explain this in detail.

The same goes for the two jokers who performed just now.When performing skits, I will wear costumes that match the identities of the various characters in the play. Once I talk about Mancai, I will change the costumes into suits.

The suits of the two are complete.The colors are the same, but the details are different.

The left half of the collar of the person who played Tucao is white, and the right half of the person who is pretending to be stupid.

"Didn't you say you were going to play Manzai at the school Christmas party? Then you'd better have a suitable suit."

It was Masumi's idea to act in the manga.We are all fans of manga and short dramas. After watching a lot, it is inevitable that we will not have the idea of ​​"Maybe I should try it too?" This proposal was immediately approved.

"But—custom suits can be expensive."

"It doesn't have to be customized. Just rent one. What do you think? Yamagishi."

"Me? I think that would be nice, too."

During the period after the summer vacation started, Masumi would come to my house almost every day.It's just a draft, but it took so long to complete it. The reason is that Masumi hopes to create a work that satisfies him.

After finishing the draft with great difficulty, I looked back and was not very satisfied. Later, I even formed the conditioned reflex to start redrawing whenever I saw his frown.

"I think that's all right. Let's go to Tokyo."

While saying these words, Masumi's brows gradually relaxed.Behind that, there are countless times of redrawing——

It also included a situation where the storyboard of the entire story was overthrown and restarted.He contacted the editorial department of "Weekly Barita" by phone and told him that he would bring the manuscript to visit.

Three days later, on the afternoon of a weekday, Masumi and I took the manuscript to Tokyo by Shinkansen.

Tokyo... Speaking of which, I have always liked Tokyo.The warmth of the people of Osaka sometimes bothers me, and Tokyo is just right.

If I make a living from manga in the future, I also want to move to Tokyo out of convenience.I heard that comedians who went to Beijing will still live in Osaka and commute by Shinkansen every day... I really don't know what they think.

The editorial office is located in Chiyoda-ku.Follow the direction given by the navigation, and when I stopped, I couldn't believe that the overly grand high-rise building in front of me was my destination.

Did you go wrong?Asking Masumi this way, he wasn't surprised at all.Only then did I realize that "Barita" is a subsidiary magazine of a well-known publishing house, and the tall building in front of me is the headquarters of that publishing house, and the editorial department of "Barita" should only be on one floor.

Explain to the front desk the purpose of me and Masumi's visit, and after confirmation, I waited in the lobby.

As a result, no one came after ten minutes.I got impatient and simply took the elevator to the editorial floor.

Although I have been a manga nerd for several years, this is the first time I have seen a manga editorial department in real operation.

The whole room was as messy as if it had just experienced an earthquake. Even though the ventilation system was working hard, the smell of snacks and instant noodles still poured into the nostrils.

I stood outside the editorial office, watching through the transparent glass.After a while, a man in a polo shirt finally came out of the room that was as messy as a garbage house.I immediately stopped him.

The man's surname was Nakajima, and he was the editor who contacted Masumi by phone that day.He is about 30 years old, wears black-rimmed glasses, has a monkey-like figure, and his skin is not very good.

He apologized embarrassingly and said that he had just received a call about work, and he was sorry for making us wait so long.

To be treated so politely by someone who is almost a round older than me makes me tremble with trepidation.

He didn't seem to mind my coming to the editorial office without authorization, so I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately sent a message to Masumi who was still waiting in the lobby.

In the reception area, Masumi and I sat on the side of the sofa.I felt like I was wrapped in a piece of plastic wrap, and my breathing became labored.

At this very moment, Mr. Nakajima was sitting across from us looking through the sketches.There was no smile on his face, but he just kept flipping. The more serious he was, the stronger the suffocating tension became.

Looking at Masumi again, he always had a relaxed expression of winning, but his face was also rarely relaxed.

There are three manuscripts. "Ono-san wants to go to the universe" and "Dacheng...OOKINACITY" are both fine grass, while the shorter "Rebirth Wonderland" is a finished draft with a low degree of completion and no outlets.

A large part of the reason for creating the manuscript is that I want to show that I can draw commercial standard manga.

This is also the result of cooperating with my sister Mei Hai before on Danmei doujinshi.During the "Nishiyama Mimi&Ichiko" period, I paid great attention to the basic skills in my comics.

"Um……"

Nakajima, who had flipped through the manuscript about three times, suddenly let out a sound in his throat.This gave me a jolt.

He raised his head, and just about to say something, he changed the subject as if he remembered something: "By the way, are you thirsty? Do you need a drink?"

"Ah, I'm a little thirsty."

"I don't have to."

I can't drink anything now, and I can't even speak.However, after Mr. Nakajima poured water and sat back on the sofa with two paper cups, my mind finally felt a little relaxed because of this short rest.