I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 153 A group photo of fellow Kumamoto natives! Everyone's having a great time!
Just as Yoshiji Koyama's pride as a father was surging and boiling like the lava of Mount Aso in Kumamoto Prefecture, the stage lights came on again.

That brief incident seemed as if it had never happened.

On stage, Kamiki Shunsuke returned with a big smile and sat back in his seat in the guest section.

There was not a trace of the arrogance and hysteria he had just displayed.

He even started chatting with other people.

She would occasionally cover her mouth and chuckle softly.

It's as if they've just arrived as guests, excitedly sharing their upcoming show appearances with everyone.

"Brother-in-law! Look at that guy!"

At this moment, Koyama Yumesae's big, dark eyes flashed with undisguised contempt.

She gestured with her chin toward the stage and sneered, "Look at that Kamiki Shunsuke, he's back again! And he's all smiles, like nothing ever happened! Good heavens, his skin must be thicker than the steel bars of the Tokyo Tower!"

As she spoke, she pouted, her pretty little face filled with the purest sense of justice that comes with being a young girl:

"I've made up my mind! When I get back to Kumamoto, I'm going to tell all the girls at my school who like him, and show them what this guy is really like! He's a disgrace to the idol world!"

Hiroshi Nohara just smiled slightly and said nothing.

He understands now.

That's it.

These are all basic skills for artists.

“Hiroshi.” However, Yoshiharu Koyama, who was standing to the side, had long since lost his smugness, and instead showed a solemnity full of the experience of an elder.

He lowered his voice and said in a deep voice, "You need to be careful of this kind of person in the future. He's all smiles and hides a knife, and he's vindictive. Today you made him lose face in public, and although he didn't say it, he probably hates you to the core. This kind of despicable person likes to use insidious means behind people's backs."

"I understand." Hiroshi Nohara nodded calmly, his clear eyes remaining completely undisturbed.

Of course he knew.

But so what?
When a lion possesses the power to crush everything, why should it care about the ant under its feet, whose eyes are filled with resentment?
In the future, I might stand on Hiroshi Nohara's side!

"Alright, alright, the show is about to begin!"

As usual, the mother, Koyama Takaya, stepped in to smooth things over. She reached out and gently patted the arms of her still indignant youngest daughter and her solemn-looking husband. Her gentle face held a hint of expectation: "It's rare for us to come to the show live, so let's enjoy it properly."

As her voice faded, the catchy and addictive melody that filled the stage with childlike wonder once again resounded through the sky!
After that harmless interlude, the official recording of "Super Transformation" has finally begun again!
Hiroshi Nohara finally showed a genuine smile of relief.

This is the first time he has examined the entertainment empire he created with his own hands, a empire full of miracles and joy, from the perspective of a pure audience member.

Gone are the cold, hard data on the monitors, gone is the tense, bustling noise in the backstage.

Only the purest laughter and applause from the audience, like the warmest tide, gently enveloped him.

The team from Hokkaido used only the simplest white sheets and dry ice to create a poignant love story between a snow woman and a human, a story filled with tragedy. The cultural resonance derived from folklore moved the entire studio.

He saw how the team from Fukuoka used their bodies to perfectly imitate a bowl of steaming Hakata ramen, full of the warmth and life of everyday life.

The imaginative and hilarious performance drew bursts of laughter from the entire audience!
Laughter is contagious.

Especially when this joy comes from the hometown culture that you are most familiar with and most proud of, that sense of pride is enough to reignite the edges that have long been worn down by reality in the hearts of any adult!

"Kumamoto! Kumamoto! The Land of Fire! The best in the world!"

"Go for it, 'Fire Country Taiko'! Let those guys in Tokyo see what the men of Kumamoto are all about!"

The twenty-odd support group members from Kumamoto Prefecture beside him were already like a group of powder kegs with lit fuses, completely engulfed in frenzy!
Waving red support flags printed with "Kumamoto will win," they shouted the support slogans they already knew by heart in their loud, rustic tones!

Even Yoshiharu Koyama, the headmaster who was usually as stern as the King of Hell, had long since abandoned his composure.

His usually stern face was now flushed with excitement, and his rhythmic shouts were even more passionate than when he scolded disobedient students at school!
Koyama Takaya and her daughter Koyama Yumesa were also caught up in the enthusiastic atmosphere, waving their little flags and laughing heartily.

The crisp, melodious cheers blended into the sea of ​​shouts filled with masculine energy, creating a harmonious and moving scene.

Looking at this scene full of life, Hiroshi Nohara's smile grew even gentler.

He reached out and gently pulled the petite woman beside him, who was also staring intently at him, into his arms.

"Oh!" Misae instinctively rested her little head happily on his broad and strong shoulder. The two snuggled together, watching the wonderful performance full of whimsy on the stage, and listening to the warm shouts filled with the flavor of home. Their hearts, which had already been filled with each other, seemed to merge completely with this ocean of joy and emotion at this moment.

……

When the last performance ended and the host's passionate voice announced the successful conclusion of the recording, the entire studio erupted in thunderous applause that lasted for a long time.

"Wow, this is so much fun!"

Misae leaned on Hiroshi Nohara's shoulder, still savoring the moment. Her rosy cheeks were filled with a sweet, contented smile: "Hiroshi-kun, how come I never realized before that there are so many interesting people in Kumamoto Prefecture!"

However, amidst this atmosphere of joyful victory, an untimely sigh of regret rang out from behind them.

"Ugh……"

President Yamada, the president of the Aso City Agricultural Association in Kumamoto Prefecture and the vice-president of the cheering squad, was looking at the now empty stage with a melancholy expression, his face full of regret.

"This time... I'm afraid it's dangerous."

"President Yamada, what do you mean by that?" Upon hearing this, Yoshiharu Koyama's heart, which had just been feeling a little elated by the outstanding performance of his hometown team, instantly sank.

“Mr. Koyama, you’re not an expert, so you probably can’t see it.” President Yamada shook his head with a wry smile, his voice tinged with helplessness: “Our Kumamoto Prefecture’s ‘Taiko’ idea is good. But compared to the Tokyo team’s ‘Yuki-onna’ and the Fukuoka team’s ‘Ramen’, it’s still… still a bit lacking.”

"Their ideas are not only interesting, but also have a story and emotions. Ours only has momentum, but it lacks something... something that can touch people's hearts. Moreover, I just looked closely, and our young men's coordination is still a bit flawed. There are a few movements that are obviously not in sync with the rhythm."

This professional commentary was like a bucket of ice water poured over their heads, completely extinguishing the flames that had just been ignited in the hearts of the Kumamoto Prefecture supporters.

"Then...what should we do?" A seemingly clever young man instinctively turned his pleading gaze to the legendary figure who had remained calmly smiling throughout: "Minister Nohara! You...you're such a high-ranking leader, could you...could you..."

"Shut up!"

However, before he could finish speaking, he was abruptly interrupted by Chairman Yamada's authoritative and stern shout!

Chairman Yamada turned around abruptly, his eyes fixed on the arrogant young man, his face filled with unquestionable integrity!
"We are from Kumamoto Prefecture! We men of the 'Land of Fire' will lose with honor! How can you use such underhanded means to tarnish the reputation of our hometown?!"

“That’s right!” Yoshiharu Koyama nodded emphatically at this moment, his usually stern face filled with agreement with Chairman Yamada’s words: “The most important thing in a competition is fairness! If we ourselves break the rules, what’s the point of winning? It will only make others look down on Kumamoto Prefecture!”

These words made the young man, who had intended to use connections, instantly lower his head in shame.

It also rekindled the resolve of all the fellow Kumamoto natives around them, whose hearts had been wavering!

They looked at Chairman Yamada and Yoshiharu Koyama with eyes full of heartfelt respect!
"But..."

In the air filled with the tragic atmosphere of "Bushido," Chairman Yamada suddenly changed the subject, and a sly, honest smile appeared on his dark face.

He rubbed his large, calloused hands together, then approached Yoshiharu Koyama somewhat embarrassedly and whispered in an almost pleading tone:

"Um... Mr. Koyama, you see... the competition is one thing, but... we've come all this way to Tokyo, could... could you please talk to Captain Nohara and let our cheering squad, and those few good-for-nothing lads, take a picture with him?"

"If I could bring a photo with Captain Nohara back to Kumamoto, that would be even more prestigious than winning the championship!"

Upon hearing this, Yoshiharu Koyama, whose face was always stern, finally couldn't help but reveal a faint smile. He turned around and said to the young man who was watching all of this:
"Hey! Hiroshi, look, everyone... is just trying their best. Let's... let's grant them this little wish."

"of course can."

Hiroshi Nohara smiled and nodded.

This is a small matter.

He was genuinely afraid that these Kumamoto Prefecture support groups might make some unreasonable demands on him, which would cause trouble.

The art of interpersonal relationships can have both advantages and disadvantages.

For example now.

If someone brings up anything, that would be a drawback.

Thus, on the commemorative stage of Studio Three, a historically significant group photo, one that would make the entire Kumamoto Prefecture proud, was born.

In the photo, Hiroshi Nohara and Misae Koyama stand in the center like a perfect couple.

Surrounding them was a group of the most genuine and lovable people from Kumamoto, their faces beaming with heartfelt pride.

The scene was filled with harmony and warmth, like a triumphant song composed for victory, frozen in time on this autumn afternoon full of miracles and joy.

P.S.: Still asking for recommendation votes and monthly tickets~ Brothers, don't stop~
(End of this chapter)