Full-time cartoonist - #75 - Chapter 75 Converged Love

“I wanted to paint the background using only pointillism,” Hibiki said.

“Why is this happening?” Akimiya Minmei was puzzled, “There is usually a serialization of “Soul of the Chess”, is this possible in time?”

Hibiki Higashino stared at her, “I hope readers will say “Wow” when they see the background, “It’s so beautiful”, “What a beautiful painting style” and so on. Be shocked by the magnificence of the “Garden of Words” background. “

“So, please, Akimiya-sensei, let’s complete it together, our “Garden of Words”. “

Higashino Hibiki’s eyes were piercing, and he looked like he was putting everything on this comic, which made Akimiya Akemi curious about the content of the comic.

She nodded and said seriously: “Please let me take a look first.”

After smoothing the hair on her chest, Akimiya Akemi lowered her head and read carefully.

…

The twenty-page storyboard describes the story of the rainy season in June, which is very different from “Soul of Chess”. There is a faint feeling of sadness at the beginning.

The male protagonist Takao Akizuki stepped out of the subway and looked at the tall buildings amid the smoke.

He was wearing a school uniform and looked like a high school student.

The bustling crowd passed by him. Although it was still raining, the hustle and bustle of the city still did not stop.

Akizuki Takao entered a park. Although there was still the tall building in the background, it was like a different world.

In the mist, the eyes are filled with life and vitality, the trees are in a forest, and it is quiet and peaceful.

When he came to the pavilion in the park, the first thing that appeared was a pair of feet. It was wearing high heels, exposing the skin of its instep. The camera turned and it was the beauty, the heroine Yukino Mokari.

She sat with her legs crossed, drinking beer with chocolate beside her, and glanced at Xiaoxiong sideways.

Then he stood up, leaned to the side, and gave up his position.

Akizuki Takao sat down on the other side. The two were far apart and very reserved. Takao took out his notebook and started writing and drawing.

There was no communication between the two.

The rain was still falling, and the river was flowing rapidly.

The camera cut back and Akimiya Akemi discovered that he was drawing shoes.

But he always faced the other side and didn’t dare to look at Xueye.

“Pfft,” Akimiya Akemi covered her mouth and laughed, “Does this mean she likes her? It’s such a young feeling.”

Dongye nodded.

Because of the following plot, I don’t know if it was because of nervousness or lack of concentration that he drew it wrong.

When using the eraser, the eraser also fell out of my hand and bounced to the side.

Just in time to be caught by Yukino, she handed the eraser to Takao, breaking the deadlock between the two.

“Excuse me, have we met somewhere?” Xiaoxiong asked.

“Eh?” Xueye was surprised, “No.”

“I’m sorry, I admitted the wrong person.” Xiaoxiong lowered his head.

This way of striking up a conversation was already old-fashioned enough in 1995.

Akimiya Akemi looked at it and shook her head.

There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and the rain fell more quickly.

Xueye took a sip of beer and looked at the high school student in front of him. He suddenly discovered something and a smile formed on his lips.

“Perhaps I have seen it before,” she put on her backpack and stood up, with lightning behind her, and she read:

“There is faint thunder, and the sky is cloudy, but I hope the wind and rain come and can keep you here.”

As she spoke, she picked up the umbrella. Under Takao Xiong’s gaze, the umbrella bloomed like a flower and disappeared from Takao Xiong’s eyes.

“This is a tanka from “Man’yoshu”,” ​​Akimiya Akemi marveled, “She is indeed a top student.”

“Teacher Akimiya also knows,” Higashino Hibiki was surprised.

“What, don’t treat me like an idiot,” Akimiya Akemi was dissatisfied, “I am also a graduate student at Musashino.”

When she saw this, she felt more and more surprised.

This work is refreshing, delicate and plain but very interesting. She can continue to read it.

With a unique flavor, each frame seems to have a role, coherent and interactive, making the story smooth and coordinated.

It’s different from serialized comics.

This technique is more like a movie.

Akimiya Akemi quickly finished reading the story and liked the content very much, so she said to Hibiki Higashino: “If you think it’s too hard in the middle, I won’t forgive you.”

“Yes!” Hibiki nodded, “As long as I’m with Miss Akimiya, I won’t give up.”

“I always feel like there is something in my words,” Akimiya Akemi sighed, holding her chin up and looking at her with interest.

“You and Qiuyue Takao are similar but somewhat different.”

“where?”

“You and he are both very mature. He dreams of becoming a shoemaker and has been doing all kinds of hard work. He usually does the cooking and housework at home.” Akimiya Akemi paused, “Higashiya Jun is equally precocious, knows what he is doing, and perseveres. He is very much like an adult.”

“What’s the difference?”

“It must be personality.” Akimiya Akemi glanced at Hibiki Hibiki, “Takao is very shy, but Hibiki-kun, you are very thick-skinned.”

“You actually miss me so much…” Dongye Xiang sighed. He looked out the window and said quietly: “Compared with being shy, sometimes I have to be more cheeky.”

“Only by not caring about worldly barriers can you gain happiness and a future.”

“Huh?” Qiugong Mingmei didn’t understand.

Higashino Hibiki looked at Akemi Akimiya, “But Miss Akimiya, you are wrong about one thing.”

“What?”

“Takao is a child who longs to become an adult and wants to be regarded as an adult by others, and is working hard,” Hibiki Higashino said, “and I am an adult to begin with.”

“In terms of social status, adults are obviously higher than children,” Hibiya Hibiki continued: “So I don’t care at all, Miss Akimiya is a teacher.”

“You’re really talking to yourself…” Akimiya Akemi blushed and lowered her head.

…

Eiichiro Oda has been very unbalanced recently, and Mr. Tori Akino only asked him to be his assistant in “Soul of the Game”.

As for the other short story, even though his eyes were darkened and his cheeks were thin, he didn’t let him do anything.

It seems like it would be blasphemous to the manga called “The Garden of Words”.

Oda admits that he is not good at drawing, but it is not like this. He has no problem making corrections and writing.

“However,” Oda recalled the original manuscript and sighed: “The painting is so good, it almost reminds me of the rainy season.”

Black and white comics draw the rhythm of life.

“You will never be able to paint such a painting in your lifetime.”

He clenched his fists, very unwilling to do so.

“We can only take another path,” Oda had an idea. “In terms of drawing skills, I can never surpass Tori Akino. The most important thing in comics is the plot.”

Lying on the bed, he looked at the ceiling, “One day, I will also draw a painting comparable to “Dragon Ball”.”

“At that time, when some children saw it, they would be extremely surprised and cheered, “What an interesting comic!” Then write down my name, Eiichiro Oda. “