I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 178: A Question About Shin-chan! The Tale of Hachiko Begins Production!
As the black van slowly came to a stop in front of Hiroshi Nohara's house, the night had already enveloped Tokyo like thick ink.

He pushed open the car door, and a chilly evening breeze rushed in, finally allowing his nerves, which had been tense because of the banquet, to relax a little.

The lights in the house shone through the windows, casting a warm glow, like a guide in the darkness.

Hiroshi Nohara's lips unconsciously curved into a smile. He knew that someone was waiting for him there.

He took out his key and gently turned the lock.

"Click."

As soon as the door opened, the aroma of food wafted out, mixed with a unique warmth that belongs to home.

Misae's adorable little face peeked out from the kitchen. When she saw him, her previously anxious eyes instantly lit up, like two twinkling stars.

"Hiroshi, you're back!" she called out sweetly, her voice filled with barely concealed excitement and a touch of grievance, as if to say, "You're finally back! I've been waiting for you for so long!"

Hiroshi Nohara took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack by the door. Looking at Misae's cheeks, which were even more flushed from waiting, he felt a warmth in his heart.

"Yes, I'm back." He replied with a smile, his tone tinged with weariness yet full of tenderness.

Misae quickly brought out a bowl of steaming white rice, a bowl of hot miso soup, a golden-fried egg, and bright green boiled vegetables from the kitchen.

She moved swiftly, but her eyes remained fixed on Hiroshi Nohara, as if afraid he would go hungry.

"I knew you'd be hungry!" She placed the food on the table, her tone smug, as if she had known the future. "Those banquet dishes look nice, but they certainly aren't filling! They're all just small scraps, right?"

Looking at the simple yet abundant home-cooked meal before him, and smelling the familiar aroma of the food, Hiroshi Nohara's stomach rumbled loudly.

Misae is right. Although he enjoyed the food at the banquet tonight, he was more interested in "tasting" the exquisite Japanese sashimi, French foie gras, and American barbecue than in "filling his stomach."

He's not the kind of person who gets full after just a bite or two; he's a true "hard worker."

In that situation, he couldn't just pile up his plates like a mountain of starving ghosts; that would be completely out of character for his composed demeanor.

So he only picked a few things he liked and ate them briefly, spending most of his time observing and listening.

As a result, the rumbling in my stomach started on the way home.

At that moment, seeing the food that Misae brought out, the warmth from the bottom of his heart instantly dispelled all his fatigue.

He felt a long-lost sense of peace, a pure satisfaction that could only be felt at home.

"Misa, you are truly my wonderful wife!" Hiroshi Nohara exclaimed sincerely, then picked up his chopsticks without any hesitation and began to eat heartily.

He first shoveled a big mouthful of white rice into his mouth. The soft, sticky rice grains released a faint fragrance in his mouth, and paired with the perfectly fried egg, it was simply a delicacy.

Another sip of warm miso soup dispelled the chill from my body and warmed my heart.

Misae watched him wolf down his food and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

She sat opposite Hiroshi Nohara, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes sparkling, and asked curiously, "Hiroshi, how was the banquet tonight? Were there many people? Did the governor speak to you?"

Hiroshi Nohara swallowed a mouthful of food and said with a smile, "Very good, very grand. There were indeed many leaders, it was truly star-studded. Governor Koike also received me and praised my work."

Upon hearing this, Misae's eyes widened even more, and her little mouth opened slightly, her face full of admiration: "Wow! Even the governor praised you! Hiroshi, you're amazing!"

In Japan, the governor is equivalent to a high-ranking official.

Moreover, in Japan's national system, the Governor of Tokyo is part of the "one metropolis, one circuit, two prefectures, and forty-three counties" system, specifically the "Tokyo Metropolis".

It was comparable to the combined status of the four coastal provinces in the previous life.

Moreover, according to rumors, even the Prime Minister is not as comfortable as the Governor of Tokyo.

This gives us a glimpse into the situation.

Now, for Nohara to be received and praised by such a being is like heaven to Misae, who is even more remarkable than the leaders of Omagari City!

Looking at her adorable appearance, Hiroshi Nohara couldn't help but reach out and pinch her rosy cheeks, saying with a smile, "However, although there are all kinds of delicacies at the banquet, if you really want to be full, you should come back and eat Misae's cooking. That's what you call satisfying and delicious!"

His words immediately made Misae very happy, and her cheeks turned as red as ripe apples.

She clapped her hands happily, saying, "No way, Hiroshi, you're so good with words," but the upturned corners of her mouth and the sparkling eyes betrayed her secret delight.

Hiroshi Nohara looked at Misae and felt a sense of relief.

No matter how turbulent the outside world may be, there is always a pure warmth waiting for him when he returns home.

This was his greatest stroke of luck after transmigrating to this world.

He quickly finished all the food in his bowl and put down his chopsticks with satisfaction.

Misae quickly cleared away the dishes and went to the kitchen humming a little tune.

Hiroshi Nohara leaned back on the sofa, feeling the fullness in his stomach and the rare tranquility in his heart.

……

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight playfully pierced through the gaps in the curtains and fell onto the bedroom floor, Hiroshi Nohara struggled to sit up from the tatami mat, supporting his back.

He felt his lower back muscles, after another intense workout, were silently protesting.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself that at this rate, it might not be long before that brat Shin-chan was born into this world.

Thinking of Shin-chan's energetic mischievousness and Misae's violent appearance, Hiroshi Nohara couldn't help but crease his eyes.

He didn't want his life to repeat itself in the next few years, just like in his previous life.

He sighed and silently prayed, "Please don't mess up the plot, Shin-chan. Just be born at your scheduled time. My back can't take any more trouble."

Misae woke up at this moment, and when she saw Hiroshi Nohara looking uncomfortable in his lower back, a smile appeared on her lips.

"Hiroshi, what's wrong?" she asked deliberately. "Are you alright?"

Hiroshi Nohara turned his head and looked into Misae's clear eyes, feeling a little helpless.

This girl has really got herself under control.

He cleared his throat and said in a serious tone, "Miya, I... I think we're having a child. What should we name it?"

Misae blushed immediately upon hearing this, and lowered her head slightly: "Oh dear! Why are you saying such things?"

Hiroshi Nohara chuckled inwardly at her shy demeanor and continued to "explain," "Look, my brother isn't even married or has children yet. If we two had children first, wouldn't that... wouldn't that be a little off? It would feel like we're ahead of our time."

His words sounded absurd, but Misae was stunned.

She looked up, her eyes filled with a hint of confusion, but even more so with shyness.

"But...but I haven't had any symptoms lately." Misae's cheeks flushed even more as she muttered softly. Then she looked up and asked with some concern, "Hiroshi, do you think we should go to the hospital for a checkup? Is...is there something wrong with our bodies?"

Hiroshi Nohara was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

He stroked his chin, but was secretly pondering to himself.

He knew that Misae asked this question entirely out of concern for the future.

But as a "time traveler," he knew very well that this was not a physical problem at all. It was probably the great "timeline" at work, or the so-called "plot inertia."

He traveled to this world and changed many major aspects of the character "Hiroshi Nohara's" life. For example, he is now the head of TV Tokyo, has created so many phenomenal works, and has even been personally received by the governor.

These achievements were things that the original Hiroshi Nohara could have never even dreamed of when he was 23 years old.

However, it seems that some details of "small lives" have not been completely changed.

Many familiar people and things are still moving in the direction they should be.

For example, he met Misae and fell in love with her, which fits the plot.

For example, he later met the principal, who was also a key figure at Xiaoxin Kindergarten.

Now, even Shin-chan's birth date seems to be guided by some kind of "plot inertia" and has not been brought forward because of his arrival.

Hiroshi Nohara marveled at the power of "plot inertia," which was like an invisible hand silently correcting the world so that it wouldn't stray too far from its course.

He snapped out of his thoughts and smiled at Misae, saying, "No need to go to the hospital, Misae. We're definitely fine. Some things are better left to nature. Children are a gift from God, and they'll always arrive at the most opportune time."

Although Misae was still a little doubtful after hearing Hiroshi Nohara's words, she gradually felt relieved seeing his confident appearance.

She blushed and nodded gently, her rosy earlobes even looking as if they were flushed, making her incredibly cute. After breakfast, the two went out together again, heading to their respective "battlefields."

When Hiroshi Nohara arrived at the office of the Tokyo Television production department, before he could even open the door, a burst of lively discussion came from inside.

"Hachiko: The Tale of a Loyal Dog! Have you heard? It's Nohara-sama's new project!"

"Of course I've heard about it! The governor himself recommended it, this project is bound to be a huge hit!"

"That's for sure! Anything produced by Nohara is bound to be a masterpiece! Look at 'Seven Samurai,' the box office is still rising, and it has already surpassed four billion yen. It's simply a miracle!"

"Yes! 'Super Transformation,' 'Tales of the Unusual,' 'Yamishibai,' and those manga... When has Nohara-buchi ever failed to surprise us? He's practically our savior at TV Tokyo!"

"I've heard that this new 'Hachiko: A Dog' story is about dogs and loyalty, and it's sure to bring tears to everyone's eyes! Nohara-sama is best at telling these kinds of heart-wrenching stories!"

"I've heard that His Excellency the Governor has high hopes for this project, wishing it to promote Tokyo and the excellent culture of Japan. This is an honor for Tokyo TV and indeed for all of Japan!"

The colleagues in the office chatted amongst themselves, their voices filled with trust and expectation for Hiroshi Nohara.

Their discussion of "Hachiko: A Dog's Tale" has risen from a simple project to the level of "cultural export".

Hiroshi Nohara stood at the door, listening quietly to the discussions, a faint smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.

He knew that these voices were not only an affirmation of his personal abilities, but also a huge boost to his future career.

He opened the door and walked in.

The previously lively discussion in the office came to an abrupt halt.

All eyes turned to him, filled with respect, admiration, and an indescribable fervor.

Hiroshi Nohara glanced around the office, a gentle smile on his face.

"Good morning, everyone." He spoke softly, his voice not loud, but it instantly silenced all the noise.

"Good morning, Minister Nohara!"

Everyone responded in unison, their voices loud and clear, full of energy and spirit.

Hiroshi Nohara nodded, walked to his desk, and put down his briefcase. He knew that a new challenge and a new journey had officially begun.

"Hachiko: A Dog's Tale" is more than just a film project; it's a cultural symbol, a "banner" carrying countless expectations. And he, Hiroshi Nohara, is that standard-bearer.

He wanted the Akita dog named "Hachiko" to become not only an eternal cultural symbol of this city and even the whole of Japan, but also to let its loyalty and kindness transcend national borders and warm the hearts of people all over the world.

He took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

He knew that the road to the pinnacle of culture was destined to be anything but smooth.

But he also firmly believes that with his abilities, his wisdom, and his never-say-die spirit, he will be able to overcome all the challenges!
Back in his office, he sat down and began his workday.

First, he had to work on the script of "Hachiko Monogatari" and present the classic scenes and deeply moving details from his memory.

He wanted this story to not just remain a legend, but to be presented to the world in its most perfect form.

He quickly wrote the outline, each word and scene leaping through his mind as if it had come alive.

He was immersed in the ocean of creation, as if he could see the Akita dog wagging its tail, waiting for its beloved owner in the sunset.

This is not just a movie, but a responsibility, a commitment to culture and humanity.

He wants to use his work to change the world and influence more people.

In the afternoon, a heated discussion broke out in Hiroshi Nohara's office.

"Minister Nohara, this script... is simply a masterpiece!"

The production staff, including several senior directors and screenwriters, were sitting around Hiroshi Nohara's desk, their faces filled with shock and excitement.

One of the veteran screenwriters was so moved that his eyes welled up with tears. His voice trembled as he said, "I've been a screenwriter for thirty years, and I've never seen such a simple yet deeply moving story! Director Nohara, you...you are a genius!"

Hiroshi Nohara simply smiled, signaling everyone to be patient. He knew that the story's charm transcended any skill or flowery language.

“The script is just the first step,” Hiroshi Nohara said in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his eyes filled with power. “Next, what we need to do is bring this story to the screen in the most perfect way.”

"We need to find the most suitable actors, the best team, and the best production. We want every shot and every scene to be full of emotion and to touch people's hearts."

"I hope that this film will not only be a box office blockbuster, but also a classic that will be passed down through the ages! A work that can represent our Japanese culture and go global!"

His words were powerful and resounding; every word struck the hearts of everyone like a heavy hammer.

Wow!
Thunderous applause erupted in the office.

Everyone was inspired by Hiroshi Nohara's passion and sense of responsibility; their eyes shone with the same light.

"Hi! Minister Nohara!"

"We will definitely do our best!"

"We will never let you down!"

Hiroshi Nohara looked at his group of motivated colleagues and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

With their support, "Hachiko: A Dog's Tale" will surely become an immortal legend.

And he, Hiroshi Nohara, will take an even more solid step on this road to the pinnacle of culture.

In the following days, the entire production department of TV Tokyo was buzzing with excitement over the "Hachiko Monogatari" project.

Hiroshi Nohara personally oversaw the project, working day and night on casting, location scouting, and production meetings.

He poured every detail of Hachiko from his mind into the project without reservation.

He asked the actors not only to perform, but also to "become" the characters, to feel Hachiko's loyalty, and to experience the professor's gentleness.

He asked the photographers to capture the most authentic scenes, so that the audience could feel the changing seasons and the passage of time.

He even personally led his team to Shibuya Station to feel the weight of history and to search for traces of the place where Hachiko once waited.

In the plaza of Shibuya Station, Hiroshi Nohara looked at the crowds coming and going, and at the Hachiko statue that had not yet been erected, and a strong sense of mission welled up in his heart.

He knew that Hachiko's story was not just Shibuya's story, but also Japan's story, and the story of all mankind.

He wants to spread this story to every corner of the world through the medium of film.

During an internal meeting, when Nobuhiko Sakata, the director of the production department and the executive vice president in charge of all operations, heard Hiroshi Nohara's grand vision for "Hachiko: A Dog's Tale," his shrewd eyes gleamed with disbelief.

"Hiroshi-kun, you...you're going to make history!" Nobuhiko Sakata exclaimed, slightly excited. He looked at Hiroshi Nohara as if he saw the future of TV Tokyo, and even the future of the entire Japanese cultural industry.

Hiroshi Nohara simply smiled faintly, but his eyes were filled with unwavering conviction.

"Director Sakata, this is just the beginning," he said in a deep voice. "Our goal is to bring Japanese culture to the world and influence the world."

Looking at Hiroshi Nohara's calm and confident face, a strong premonition welled up in his heart.

Perhaps he will truly witness firsthand the transformation of an era, a brand new cultural era pioneered by Hiroshi Nohara.

And he, Nobuhiko Sakata, will become one of the most important witnesses of this era.

Under Hiroshi Nohara's leadership, the preparations for "Hachiko: A Dog's Tale" proceeded at an unprecedented speed and in an orderly manner.

The media has also begun to pay attention to this highly anticipated project.

"Hiroshi Nohara's new film, 'Hachiko Monogatari,' is about to start filming. Will it create another box office miracle?"

"With the Governor's personal endorsement and TV Tokyo's strong promotion, the Hachiko story may become a new cultural icon of Japan!"

"From 'Seven Samurai' to 'Hachi: A Dog's Tale,' Hiroshi Nohara's grand cinematic vision is quietly taking shape!"

News reports flooded in, pushing "Hachiko: A Dog's Tale" to the forefront of public opinion.

Hiroshi Nohara, however, remained unusually calm. He knew that all the honors and attention were only temporary.

The real test lies in the work itself.

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