Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 806



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Episode 806

Himura stood in front of the Samurai Girls’ waiting room. He was an audience member today, so he was dressed in casual clothes instead of the stuffy suit he wore at work.

Although they are not the ones that Webex cares for, since Rika is a member, they want to at least say hello.

After knocking and being told to come in, he opened the door and saw the members of the Samurai Girls.

‘The boy named Noah is getting his makeup done… … .’

Rika, who recognized Himura, waved happily. She was also in the middle of getting her makeup done, so she was hesitant to respond to Himura.

Himura nodded to her and looked for Seongpil. But then, Erika, who was fiddling with her guitar and lowering her head, saw Himura.

“Manager?”

Erika’s eyes were focused straight on Himura. Himura pointed at himself and said:

“yes?”

“I’m running out of drinks, so could I have some water?”

Erika seemed to think of Himura as a manager dispatched from Webex.

When Rika is active in Japan, she sometimes gets a manager from Garo Entertainment, but for now, the manager from Webex takes the lead.

Since one person doesn’t stick around all the time and sometimes they switch places, it seems that Himura thought he was one of those people.

“Eri-chan… … !”

When Rika opened her mouth in shock, Erica raised the corners of her lips as if she were embarrassed.

“Sorry. My manager is out for a moment. Please take care of him.”

Then, Erica started to play the guitar again, concentrating on playing. It seemed like she was doing a final check before going on stage.

When Rika was about to apologize on her behalf, Himura stopped her by raising his hand.

‘Director Park isn’t here anyway.’

Himura quietly closed the door and left so as not to disturb Erika.

It was all the better. It wasn’t all that important, but I had to tell Sungpil something a little heavy.

‘Assuming that I have time to prepare myself mentally… … .’

“Director?”

As soon as he turned his back, Sungpil was standing there. Himura let out a sigh without realizing it. He soon realized that it was rude and covered it up with a cough.

“What’s going on? Why are you wearing those clothes?”

“I came as an audience member today.”

“Really?”

Seongpil questioned him with a mischievous smile.

“Did you come to see Tomoe-san? Or the Samurai Girls? Since Tomoe-san is a member of Webex, you must have come to support them.”

“What kind of nonsense are you talking about! Even though we’re family, Tomoe is an enemy! When has Misato ever come to support the Girls’ League or the Samurai Girls?”

“I see. So you came to cheer for the Samurai Girls?”

Himura didn’t really answer and started walking, saying, “Let’s just walk for a bit.”

“Where is the vending machine here?”

“Are you thirsty? Would you like to come down and get some coffee?”

“No. I was sent on an errand to get something to drink by Erica.”

Seongpil smiled faintly after hearing the whole story.

“He was like that all day. He didn’t even look at people who came.”

“I’m not offended. I’ve never shown my face to anyone, so it’s understandable that people would misunderstand.”

Himura was trying to choose a sports drink from the vending machine, but he listened to Seongpil’s advice and chose water.

“Sports drinks have sugar in them, so they leave a sticky taste in your mouth. I secretly worry about that when I sing.”

“Do you go to karaoke often?”

“I heard it from Seol-ha.”

Seongpil and Himura shared water and headed to the waiting room. Only then did Himura get to the main point.

“The boss is here.”

“If you’re the president… … the director’s father?”

“Yes. Oh, please don’t misunderstand. I’m not comparing Rika and Tomoe for that reason.”

To put it bluntly, the president, Rihito, came to see Tomoe. At the same time, he also came to see Ayumu, the host of ‘Ayumu’s Jukebox’.

“Ayumu and Seiko are contemporary musicians. If Seiko was discovered by Misato, Ayumu was discovered and raised by the president. That’s why you came to watch the broadcast to check on Ayumu’s well-being after a long time… … .”

“And also, to congratulate Tomoe on his success?”

“Yes, somehow it ended up being a double-edged sword… … .”

Himura observed Seongpil’s expression.

The fight between the Girls’ League and Tomoe is decided by Rihito’s decision.

It is certainly meaningful that Rihito came to watch this broadcast, which could be said to be the final stop for the Girls’ League’s activities in Japan.

Honestly, I thought Himura was a failure.

‘If only the stage wasn’t this program.’

If we had met at an outdoor event or something, the Samurai Girls’ power would have definitely been demonstrated.

The title song of Samurai Girls, ‘Sweet’, is such a song. However, in ‘Ayumu’s Jukebox’, you have to face Tomoe while your dance is sealed.

‘My father values ​​feelings.’

In fact, most people in this industry would be like that.

It is not the mind that makes music resonate, but the soul.

And the soul is not built up through language like reason, but rather is created by absorbing, without even realizing it, what cannot be expressed in language.

That is why music is a realm of the spirit that cannot be expressed in words and can only be explained as ‘making the soul resonate.’

‘And the intensity of the feeling that can be given on this stage is clearly in Tomoe’s hands.’

It’s called the ‘recency effect’. It’s the phenomenon where the last thing you saw sticks in your mind more than the thing you saw before.

Himura was afraid that his father, Rihito, would make a decision that would overturn all previous records on today’s stage.

So, even though I thought I should tell Seongpil this story, I was reluctant to continue talking about it.

“Shall I go say hello too?”

Seongpil said, straightening his tie. Himura was slightly flustered, because Seongpil didn’t show any signs of agitation.

If Himura knew Seongpil, he would be able to figure out all possibilities just by hearing ‘Rihito has come’.

‘Are you pretending not to know on purpose?’

Or maybe you think it doesn’t matter.

“No, there’s no need to say hello. I’m not here for business. I just thought it was necessary to talk to you.”

“is it so?”

In front of the waiting room. Seongpil received water from Himura. After Himura bowed and left, Seongpil went into the waiting room.

“Oh, Yubin.”

Yubin, who wasn’t there when Sungpil was there, was there. He was pressing Rika’s launch pad as if possessed, but his expression hardened as soon as Sungpil arrived.

“Did you enjoy filming Seiko-san’s broadcast yesterday?”

“Yes, well, so-so. Sir, would you like to go get a drink with me?”

“Huh? I brought you some water.”

Seongpil put the bottles of water on the table, but Yubin insisted that she wanted to drink soda.

‘Do you have something to say?’

While the Samurai Girls members looked at Yubin strangely, Sungpil left the waiting room with her.

Yubin walked to the vending machine and checked to make sure there was no one around.

“What the heck!”

He grabbed Seongpil’s shoulder and shook him roughly.

“What, what?”

“Ms. Funabiki!”

“Ms. Funabiki? Are you talking about Ms. Seiko?”

“yes!”

Yubin was very excited and kept talking.

“It’s just my feeling, no, I’m not 100% sure, but I think Funabiki-san likes you!”

“… … .”

“I went there and all he asked me was about the director! Even a child would know! If it’s fake, then no, it can’t be fake! It can’t be fake! What kind of magic did he use to seduce Ga-hu?!”

“… … .”

“Are you finally getting married, hyung?!”

Seongpil covered Yubin’s mouth, twisted her arms behind her back, and pushed her against the wall.

“Kwaaaaah!”

“Are you crazy? This is a broadcasting station! Nonsense is happening! What are you going to do with talking so loudly here? Do you want to see my dating rumors appear in the daily newspaper tomorrow and make me a star?!”

“Who will listen if I speak Korean!”

Yubin, who had her face pressed against the wall, laughed heartily.

“This guy seems like he doesn’t care about women, but he does everything he can?”

“Who does this kid call his brother?”

“I told you I could call you before. Tell me. I really don’t understand. Usually, when a man seduces a woman, she catches on, right? And vice versa? But Funabiki-san, you didn’t catch on, you just fell for him! What did you do? What did you do? How did you let it go? I want to do it too!”

“What are you doing, you gave your whole life to your fans!”

“I’m going to do this for my fans! Wow, I really respect you, hyung.”

“Keep your voice down! Are you really trying to harass me with the paparazzi?”

“Okay, then let go of this… … .”

Yubin’s words suddenly stopped. As if he saw something, Seongpil also turned his eyes in the direction where Yubin had turned her head.

“ah…….”

Tomoe, with her guitar on her back, was half-exposed at the corner of the hallway. She slowly revealed her entire body and bowed her head to Seongpil.

“hello.”

“… … .”

Seongpil freed Yubin from her bonds.

Yubin’s previously confident demeanor disappeared without a trace, and she trembled. Then, she looked at Tomoe’s mouth with fear, as if it were a cloud about to fall with revelation.

“Mr. Tomoe.”

Seongpil asked cheekily.

“can you speak korean?”

Tomoe smiled brightly.

“Yes, I know.”

Seongpil barely managed to hold back the urge to get rid of Yubin. Then he smiled broadly and approached Tomoe.

“What I just heard was a play… … .”

“Sister.”

Tomoe said, “Sister.”

“I know how to do this one thing.”

“……ah.”

Yubin’s legs, which were trembling, suddenly gave out. He barely managed to avoid falling by leaning against the wall.

It was the same for Seongpil.

He saw the future. Not that he actually saw it, but that the scenarios appeared in his head like a panorama.

Rumors of a romance between Seongpil and Seiko spread.

Seiko would like it even if she pretends not to like it.

Media interest in Seiko and Sungpil is accelerating.

Seongpil doesn’t give a proper answer.

In this way, Seiko ends up in the position of a dumped woman.

Seiko is not only frustrated, she is downright frustrated.

Because the nickname ‘Kafū who dashed but got caught’ became known throughout the Japanese archipelago.

Seongpil tries to comfort her, but Seiko doesn’t accept it. ‘It’ll be difficult for Director Paku too… ‘ She smiles with a sad face, and Seongpil ends up…

“I was on my way to the waiting room to say hello.”

As soon as Tomoe opened her mouth, Seongpil’s imagination came to an end.

If Tomoe had been just a little bit later, his imagination would have stretched to his married life with Seiko.

Tomoe turned the guitar on her back toward her and lightly plucked the strings. Seongpil stepped back toward the wall and pointed to the waiting room.

“It’s over there. Should I show you around?”

“No, it’s okay since we met.”

“Huh? Are you trying to see me?”

“I have a favor to ask. You know the game, right?”

That match.

It talks about the match between the Girls’ League and Tomoe.

“If I lose there.”

“……surface?”

Isn’t it usually ‘if you win’?

“Can you tune my guitar for me?”

Only then did Seongpil notice Tomoe’s guitar. It was an electric guitar.

“uh?”

Acoustic guitar… … It should be? Then, wouldn’t it be meaningless for Erika to change to electric guitar in ‘Lotus’? The atmosphere would overlap… … ?

“tuning…….”

Even though he was dumbfounded, Seongpil tried to understand the meaning of Tomoe’s words.

Tune the guitar, please… … .

That’s it. That’s what she said when I first met her. She treasures supernatural powers, aliens, and especially occult superstitions.

I think he said something like, “The Devil at the Crossroads.”

“Yes, well, it’s not difficult.”

“thank god.”

Tomoe sighed as if she was truly relieved.

“I can’t shake it anymore. Then I’ll go now!”

Tomoe quickly ran to the other side and disappeared.

Seongpil blankly stared in the direction she had disappeared to, then headed toward the studio as if in a trance.

“Where are you going, sir?”

“Studio.”

“Is it time for the audience to come in now? The broadcast doesn’t start yet… … .”

“I’m going to see it.”

Seongpil went into the door on the audience side of the photography studio, not the stage side.

The audience seats are in a stepped configuration, with the seats getting higher as they go further back. So when he opened the door and went in, Sungpil was able to look around the studio from the highest position.

About 100 people were chatting in anticipation before filming began.

Seongpil’s eyes scanned the people. What he mainly looked at was their age and appearance.

‘There are more people in their 40s or older than I thought.’

‘Ayumu’s Jukebox’ is meaningful not only for seeing the performers, but also for seeing Ayumu, who took the era by storm together with Seiko.

Perhaps because of this, even though the cast included newcomers Tomoe and Samurai Girls, the audience was relatively older.

The ratio of those in their 20s and those over that age was about 2:8. And the ratio of the age groups that filled the front seats was similar.

‘White… … .’

Jang Ha-yang was in the front seat.

The reason why it stands out even though it’s from the back is because of its unrealistically small head size. I heard that you were invited by Tomoe.

‘I got the general idea… … .’

At that moment, Seongpil’s eyes stopped at one place.

There’s a familiar face in the center of the audience. He’s talking to a woman sitting next to him…

‘Yoohyun?’

This is Choi Yu-Hyeon of Globe.

Did Noah invite you? Then the woman next to you is also a Globe member.

‘You’re tall when you’re sitting. Is that Rahee?’

When Choi Yu-hyeon spoke, the woman sitting next to him also turned her head toward him, and Sung-pil saw her side profile.

“What the hell?”

Seongpil immediately started cursing. He was so shocked that he covered his mouth.

Why did you curse?

Because that woman, no, the person I thought was a woman was Yoon Sang-yeol.

‘Why did that kid grow his hair like that?’

Are you no longer interested in dressing up because you don’t have a social life? Are you walking around the office looking like that? No, why don’t you just go to a nearby hair salon and get your hair cut neatly? Why are you… … .

‘Oh, no. You could have long hair.’

Seongpil calmed his head, which had become dizzy from the sudden shock.

‘You came, really.’

Yoon Sang-yeol has arrived.

Sungpil recalled when Girls’ League debuted and shared a waiting room with Globe.

At that time, Yoon Sang-yeol came to cheer for Globe. He didn’t come in his past life.

At the time, Sungpil was upset and said, “I guess he has affection for the group since it’s something he’s completely involved with.” But now, he feels a little different.

‘But you came to see it anyway.’

This stage is important to Noah. It is practically the first and last time she will be in the spotlight as a main member of Samurai Girls.

So, the fact that the producer came to cheer her on must have been a great comfort to her.

Or… … .

‘Or rather, more scary.’

Noah’s words echo.

‘I think I can finally trust myself.’

Noah was stuck in an environment where he didn’t trust himself. He probably didn’t even think about complaining, whining, or rebelling, and just followed Yoon Sang-yeol’s instructions.

Her individuality, which she had cherished and nurtured in her arms, withered and died in Yoon Sang-yeol’s world.

Of course, Yoon Sang-yeol’s world has its own beauty.

However, since it was beauty on a physical level, there was no soul-elevating resonance. Moreover, the physical beauty was not dramatic.

Yeah, that’s right.

‘Noah is not a dark knight.’

Yoon Sang-yeol fiddled with the answer sheet that Jeong Ho-hwan had thrown away, saying, “It’s over now,” and came to regard it as the ultimate answer and pursue it.

Globe members are, fortunately or unfortunately, repeatedly molded and molded by those who desire perfection.

Until now, I thought that was the right way.

‘Everything will change from today.’

Noah and Yoon Sang-yeol too.

There is a jewel that Seongpil retrieved from the deep abyss of Noah’s heart. Today, he will show that jewel to Yoon Sangyeol.

To Noah, to everyone, there is a shining jewel in the abyss. And he has retrieved it… … .

“Director.”

Yubin, who caught up with Seongpil late, called out to him. As soon as he heard the call, Seongpil turned around.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Yes? Are you done?”

“huh.”

Noah’s stage is complete.

It’s now out of Seongpil’s hands.

But one thing remains.

This is Sungpil’s idol, Rika’s stage.

“It needs to change.”

* * *

Noah was dumbfounded.

As an idol and as someone working in the music industry, she has an embarrassing confession.

I have never been particularly impressed or amazed by a musician’s performance.

For Noah, music came from earphones and speakers, and the performances on stage were just a ‘less perfect’ sound source than the studio version.

So at first, I couldn’t understand why Choi Yu-hyeon was so ecstatic watching a video of a rock band.

‘Isn’t the studio recording version the best? That’s why it was released. Why are we listening to it live?’

When asked like that, Choi Yu-Hyeon answered simply.

‘I don’t know either.’

There is a lack of breathing, pronunciation is sometimes chewed, and there are parts that are vaguely unpleasant and different from the original.

‘But there are some parts that are better when it’s live. I can’t express it in words, but it’s like the sense of presence.’

‘I see.’

Following Choi Yu-hyeon, Noah often listened to the music of ‘Oasis’ and came to understand similar feelings.

From then on, I started to feel amazed when I saw idols on stage.

Until now, Yoon Sang-yeol’s judgment was Noah’s only evaluation standard, so he rarely judged something through his own lens.

This change was like the world had changed to some extent for Noah. The filter through which he viewed the world had changed.

And with that changed filter, Noah got to see the ecstatic stage for the first time.

Screen in the waiting room. Noah was in awe as he saw Tomoe on the screen reflecting the studio scene.

It was perhaps the first time in Noah’s life that his ability to speak was lost, his reason evaporated, and only his soul responded to music.

It’s a feeling like the world has disappeared, like when a boxer gets knocked out, when it’s impossible to even think about getting up from a sitting position.

Why am I so moved?

It was hard to express in words. If you really want to, you can do it.

‘It’s bridging the gap between rock and dance music to an exquisite degree.’

Rather than being confined to one genre, we seek to combine genres.

Tomoe’s electric guitar performance, combined with the electronic sounds in the background, opens up new horizons.

Even in K-pop, electronic bass is often used with band instruments, so it is not technically novel, but Tomoe goes beyond that ordinariness.

‘It must have been a genre that developed in a different soil… … .’

Without being absorbed in either side, without ignoring either side, they are fiercely narrowing the gap that has widened between them.

Of course, this is only an ex post facto explanation. How can I express in words the emotion I felt at this scene?

[This was ‘Alice’. Thank you for listening.]

Noah is an idol. According to popular expressions, he can be said to be an artist and a musician.

Among the compliments that Noah pays to other musicians, perhaps the highest is ‘I want to be like you.’

Noah wanted to pay that kind of tribute, but the direction of the compliment was different. It worked in reverse.

Noah’s face turned pale, as if he had not remembered.

‘It’s impossible.’

That person, that personality, Tomoe’s world.

The person named Noah, Noah’s personality, and Noah’s world are too big and powerful to collide with.

‘I can’t stand there as a singer.’

I was so scared that I clenched my teeth without realizing it.

As an idol, it’s completely different from standing on the same stage as other idols.

At that time, I was in the vessel of a human named Yoon Sang-yeol, so although I felt frustrated, I was confident.

No, it wasn’t stuffy. Rather, Noah was free. In Yoon Sang-yeol’s vessel, she roamed the world more freely than her own vessel.

However, the ‘Lotus’ stage that she will perform today cannot be hidden inside Yoon Sang-yeol’s vessel.

Noah turned his gaze to Seongpil, who was watching the screen next to him.

‘I am.’

Thanks to Seongpil, because of Seongpil, I prepared a stage that took off the human vessel of Yoon Sangyeol.

I prepared it.

It’s like having to climb up a cliff without any barrier and face the storm. I’m not strong enough to handle such self-harm.

The public is a natural disaster.

Noah was the first to accept the truth, the first to face a natural disaster as he was, and he was afraid.

Compared to Tomoe, it felt like the public would sweep him away.

It seemed as if the unprecedented popularity that Samurai Girls had built up would sink amidst criticism.

[The following is ‘Love and People (戀と人)’. Please listen.]

He doesn’t try to make the audience laugh like a clown.

He only delivers music without flattering others.

The posture, the attitude, the mindset, they were all too high a level for Noah to handle.

After that kind of person, should I sing ‘Lotus’ while telling my story in detail and using techniques that aren’t even half as good as Tomoe’s?

No, not just herself, but the other Samurai Girls members… … .

“That’s right.”

As Rika opened her mouth, Noah could barely control his trembling body and mind.

“It’s exactly as Director Park said. We need to change it.”

Rika picked up a piece of paper and a pen nearby and started writing something down. It seemed like she was thinking about how to change the stage.

But the letters just wouldn’t come out.

Rika narrowed her eyebrows. At that moment, a shadow fell over her. When she raised her head, Sungpil was standing there.

“Why are you worrying alone?”

“… … ?”

Rika took a defensive stance, tugging at the paper slightly.

“Why… ‘Sweet’ is my stage.”

“It’s better to think together.”

“……to?”

Rika stuttered in embarrassment.

“But, Director Park, you weren’t interested in my stage, were you? You just sat there like a robot that got hit in the head with a ladle… … .”

“Did I look like that?!”

“Only on Noah’s stage… … .”

Rika swallowed as if trying to stop the emotions that were suddenly welling up within her.

“You were interested… … .”

“What are you talking about?”

Seongpil speaks.

Rika keeps holding the pen and looking at the paper.

“Of course I saw and heard everything.”

Rika scribbles a few words on a piece of paper.

“It’s Rika’s stage. There’s no way I wouldn’t be interested.”

The pen that was writing stopped somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

“I’m Rika’s producer.”

Before she knew it, Seongpil had sat down next to her. Rika glanced at him. Seongpil’s gentle and warm gaze was pouring down like the stars in the night sky.

“……then.”

Rika put her pen down on the table and crossed her arms arrogantly.

“There’s nothing I can do! I will specially appoint you as Atashi (my) Zhuge Liang! Now, come up with a strategy!”

Seongpil nodded and took out his strategy as if he had been waiting for it.

“We need to change the format. The audience is older than I expected. If we use the ‘response-inducing’ format that Rika had envisioned, the atmosphere will suddenly become dull. Even if Erica and Noah clap their hands and lead the response, they’ll just be looking at each other and timid.”

Japanese audiences in particular are very observant.

Even at a pop star’s concert, awkward situations can occur due to differences in etiquette between people.

But if it has the same atmosphere as ‘Ayumu’s Jukebox’, and especially if the audience is of this age, there is absolutely no way it will get the same response as an EDM festival or club.

“The plan to dominate the stage by interacting with the audience has been scrapped. It seems better to change the plan to make it an anti-drop variation, unlike the original Ricardo song ‘Sweet.’ If that age group listens to something like an anti-drop, they’ll react like, ‘What is this?’”

“then?”

“Let’s go with adding a melodic performance with a synthesizer for that part.”

“It’s okay!”

“And Erica and Noah need to change too. Forget all the EDM festival videos you’ve seen before, and focus on vocal technique first. Specifically, from the first verse… … .”

“for a moment!”

Noah stopped Sungpil’s story. Erica, who was quietly listening, Rika, who was excitedly writing on paper, and Sungpil, who was explaining seriously, all looked at her.

Noah was momentarily speechless under the barrage of gazes, but he did not stop expressing his opinion.

“Oh, you’re changing the stage layout?”

“huh.”

“why?”

“For a better stage. At least there shouldn’t be any embarrassment.”

“That, that kind of thing… … .”

It’s impossible.

A dancer goes on stage. But the platform isn’t the elastic platform she’s used to, or the wooden brackets don’t fit and she trips, or in extreme cases, there are pieces of glass.

Even if something like that happens, the dancer cannot change the set choreography.

A figure skater stands on the ice rink. However, the quality of the ice is different from the one he used to practice on, so he may not be able to perform the techniques he wants to do.

Even if such an event occurs, the skater cannot change the order and composition of the established techniques.

Once you’re on stage, you have no choice but to do what you practiced. That’s the best way to put on a good show, and everyone knows that.

“There’s no way… … . Soon it will be Tomoe’s turn… … .”

“Noah.”

Erica put her hand on Noah’s shoulder.

“Let’s listen for now.”

“… … .”

“Then, I’ll continue the story. Erika and Noah, the two vocalists. Forget about moving the stage. It’s okay to increase your expressiveness with gestures. And since you’ve discarded the moving line, please focus more on vocal technique with the breathing you’ve secured. Just that much, it shouldn’t be difficult, right?”

Seongpil smiled at Noah as if to reassure him. Noah nodded nervously.

“And this may be a plan, but I have something to ask of you two.”

“Go ahead.”

“Something… … ?”

“Wit.”

The wisdom to respond tactfully when the situation arises.

“You guys watched the video of the EDM vocalist that Rika showed you and tried to recreate it. But, that vocalist didn’t really practice and move like that.”

It was ultimately moved by following the atmosphere of the scene and observing the audience’s reaction.

“You have no choice but to do the same. Unlike Rika, who is hanging from the DJ table, you are allowed to move, so different judgments are required depending on the situation.”

If the audience is just sitting there dumbfounded as if they were at a classical concert, just crush them with your technique.

If Rika’s DJing changes the mood, go wild.

“You have great command of the stage.”

Erica muttered like that.

Noah thought of something else. The test that Yoon Sang-yeol had been given as an assignment when he was attending school in America… .

‘Presence.’

You didn’t get an A… … .

Anyway, presence is probably not just an aura that a human being gives off.

Based on what Yoon Sang-yeol said, presence is the ‘ability to attract people’s attention.’

What Sungpil wanted was to dominate the stage and show his presence. And that was too much for Noah.

Because up until now, she has only danced and sang within Yoon Sang-yeol’s vessel.

I don’t know how to go beyond the established framework.

“all right.”

But both Rika and Erica accept this as if it were a natural thing to do, even though it is an unreasonable demand from Noah’s perspective.

So, Noah asked Rika, who had entered into an impromptu arrangement meeting with Seongpil.

It was a timid rebuttal.

“Rika, is this okay…? Tomoe’s turn will be over soon, so let’s just do as we’re told… .”

“Noah-chan!”

Rika smiled at Noah.

“I told you! Director Park is my Zhuge Liang! I decided to leave it to Director Park, so I’m following him!”

So you can win.

Rika’s unwavering belief in victory was evident. Noah couldn’t help but admire her.

‘How many victories have we accumulated?’

How many times have I conquered myself?

“You can do it! Because you’ve done it before!”

Rika made a motion of tying her hair string tightly.

“Atashi (I), I will become a DJ!”

Then Rika smiled bashfully.

“like this!”

“… … .”

Noah couldn’t ask any more questions. Instead, he followed Erica, who was pretending to hold the microphone. And he imitated Erica’s actions while sweating profusely.

“Samurai Girls, get ready!”

“It’s over!”

Rika grabbed her hot head and jumped up. Seongpil was right behind her and rubbed her shoulders.

“Come on, Rika! You can do it! Fighting! You memorized it all, right?”

“There’s no need for the last words! Of course, you’ve already memorized them all!”

Even though the arrangement meeting just ended, I have it all memorized.

Even if you can’t memorize it, you can do something on the spot.

I have come this far.

I didn’t just do what I was ‘asked to do’.

“ego.”

Rika left the waiting room with a thud of her neck and a quick thud of her sword.

“Should we start going now?”

Shin Rika from Kawaii Future Base, descends.