Tokyo, everyone is drawing comics, who still wants to fall in love?

Sunday, Autumn Equinox Festival.

Corresponding to the spring festivals to pray for a good harvest, Japanese people express their gratitude to the gods of the fields through a series of activities. Everyone believes that the gods will share the joy of the festival with people. In order to entertain the gods, people began to perform music and dance, and thus traditional performance forms such as Kagura and Tengaku were born.

Oda Shingo and three female assistants were invited to participate in the Autumnal Equinox Festival co-sponsored by the Tourism Agency and the Agency for Culture.

This festival is held near the Sumida River, radiating from the shrine next to Iwabuchi Minato in Kita-ku, Tokyo.

Saburo Mikami was very authentic and arranged early for Assistant Okita to drive a business car to pick up Oda Shingo and others.

"After passing Ryogoku Bridge and approaching the Sumida River Station, there should be traffic control." Assistant Okita introduced, "We have an invitation to go in and drive for a while. If not, we need to get off the car and walk all the way."

"Is it on the Sumida River bank trail?" Fujido Kaori asked.

Assistant Okita quickly explained: "No, the riverside walk is too modern and does not fit the festival style. It is on the shrine avenue."

Sure enough, driving close to Sumida River Station is difficult.

However, after Assistant Okita presented the invitation letter, the traffic inspector standing guard to seal the road waved his hand, and commercial vehicles could still drive in.

Vehicles were driving slowly on the road, surrounded by people on foot.

"Thanks to Shingo, we are treated like VIPs." Toudou Xiangcheng exclaimed.

Oda Shingo said politely: "It was Saburo Mikami who took care of me."

Assistant Okita said while driving: "I just rely on Mr. Oda's reputation. By the way, Mr. Oda, do you want to wear sunglasses later? Otherwise, it will be troublesome for fans to recognize you."

Before Oda Shingo could say that I had brought them, Namikaze Yukaku and Toudo Kōjo had already taken out sunglasses and masks from their bags.

Mikami Yuko was stunned and a little embarrassed. He actually didn't help Oda-sensei think of it.

I was still frightened by the situations where I was besieged by female fans in school and on the street.

Arriving at the central area of ​​the festival, the car was parked in the parking lot by traffic patrol.

Oda Shingo put on sunglasses and a mask, got out of the car with three female assistants, and walked to the center.

Now that he is considered a minor celebrity, he should keep a low profile especially to attract female fans.

There is a straight road in front of the shrine, and the terrain is slightly uphill. The material paving the road is not asphalt, but old bluestone mixed with gravel, giving people the feeling of stepping into the countryside. This is considered a retro style in the Tokyo area.

There are old streets with a classical style on both sides, which indeed have a more classical atmosphere than the modern river bank road.

There are traditional entertainers on both sides of the street performing traditional Japanese juggling. When passers-by watch, they will let out a sound of admiration and applaud appropriately.

"Shingo, open your mouth, ah--" Todo Koucho handed over a skewer of takoyaki.

"When did you buy it?" Oda Shingo waved his hand to indicate that it was inconvenient for him to eat while wearing a mask.

Todo Koucho ate the whole takoyaki in one gulp, and said in a nonchalant voice: "It doesn't take time to buy things."

Vendors were set up along the street, and the sounds of selling came and went. Traditional handicrafts, toys and a variety of snacks attract passers-by. The sweet and glutinous mochi, crispy pancakes, and the fragrant grilled eel are all mouth-watering.

"If you keep eating like this, you won't be able to sit down." Yukaku Namikaze looked at Toudo Kojo and couldn't help but remind her to pay attention to her figure.

Holding a few bamboo sticks in his left and right hands, Todo Xiangcheng ate them nonchalantly: "It's okay, I've digested it well."

"Would it be possible to gain weight if you digest it well?" Yuko Mikami muttered from the side.

Todo Xiangcheng laughed: "My father said that I have a rectum. I digest well and consume food quickly, leaving only the fat areas."

Mikami Yuko looked at Toudo Koucho's figure and seemed to have realized something.

So, she also held a few sticks in her left and right hands.

However, the mouth is much smaller than the Todo orange, and it can’t be eaten in half a day.

"It looks like Uncle Wolf." Oda Shingo saw that they could hold so many bamboo sticks between their fingers and felt that it was not easy.

"Uncle Wolf?"

"Ha, I mean they are very good at eating."

Namikaze Yukaku noticed that Oda Shingo had been watching the artists' performances while walking: "What? I noticed that you paid attention to the performance and watched it very carefully. Do you like it?"

"No, I just feel the blend of tradition and modernity, and I can experience the unique charm of Tokyo's local customs." Oda Shingo feels that the autumnal equinox festival is not as simple as it seems, nor is it just a visual and taste feast, but a Baptism of the soul.

He also found that in Japanese celebrations like this, except for the performers, most people don't speak loudly. The huge celebration did not make people feel noisy.

Namikaze Yukaku smiled: "You say it as if you are not from Tokyo."

"To some extent." Oda Shingo smiled bitterly.

Was he thinking of attending a similar celebration with his parents? Namikaze Yukaku looked at Oda Shingo's expression and wondered about the possibility.

Namikaze Yukaku gently held Oda Shingo's arm: "I will always be with you."

"Huyoumai (and me)..." Todo Kojo, whose mouth was full of food, noticed Namikaze Yukuru's small movements and immediately took Oda Shingo's other arm.

"Hey, hey, your greasy hands, don't get them dirty by me." Oda Shingo dodged in disgust.

Why doesn’t Mr. Oda have a third arm? Yuko Mikami looked on with envy.

Some people around have noticed these people and cast envious eyes.

"That scumbag is playing two girls at the same time!"

"No, no, one of them must be the younger sister."

"No, you see the younger sister is the thin, small one at the back."

"There is something wrong with your quantifier."

"What's wrong with using "only" to describe Loli?"

Yuko Mikami was very upset when she heard this. You are the younger sister! You are the small one! You are the Loli!

As they approached the central venue, there were guards and staff to maintain order.

In the center of the venue was a temporary sacrificial stage, with some chairs around it and a viewing podium.

It was not the last part of the sacrificial ceremony yet, and the stage and viewing seats were empty, with only some staff members completing the ceremony.

"Ah, Mr. Oda!" The assistant director came up from a distance and led the way enthusiastically.

In the temporary VIP lounge, two directors were already resting.

"Mr. Oda, thank you for participating in this festival." Director Shunji Yonekura of the Cultural Affairs Bureau was very approachable.

Director Yonekura introduced the director of the Tourism Bureau. She was a woman in her fifties, and she was very good to Oda Shingo.

Oda Shingo knew his status, and in front of the two directors, he maintained a humble and cautious attitude of a subordinate and junior.

After the business exaggeration, Oda Shingo was led to the venue by the director's assistant, and met some people again, expanding a lot of contacts.

Oda Shingo did not neglect, and actively communicated with the industry leaders.

He was not arrogant. He was hostile to the Qunying Society, mainly because the other party targeted him first.

The performance part of the festival was about to begin.

Oda Shingo was led to take a seat.

He was arranged to sit in the third row of the rostrum, and the female assistant was also beside him.

The two directors were naturally the C position in the first row, which showed the high and low status.

"We can sit in the third row." Fujido Kaoko was very satisfied.

Oda Shingo also knew that as a cartoonist, he could sit in the third row because the Cultural Affairs Bureau asked him for help.

The seats around were almost all occupied, which made the seat in front of Oda Shingo very conspicuous - because it was empty and no one had ever sat there.

But at this time, Oda Shingo had no idea that an extraordinary person would sit in this empty seat.