Tokyo: Bubble, but the system is Sengoku

To save money, the production team would not film in the expensive city center.

However, after saving money, the current filming location is not bad. It is a fairly new commercial street, and further away are wooden detached houses.

The cameras and slide rails are still being installed, and more than thirty motorcycles used by biker gangs are neatly arranged in the corner.

There were also many curious onlookers around, and the whole scene looked quite lively.

Sato's arrival went unnoticed by the crew.

Unlike those main characters, key figures, and senior figures who are greeted with loud announcements and enthusiastic responses as soon as they enter, this is different.

He was just a minor character, nobody cared.

Sato didn't seem to feel any sense of loss. He simply glanced at the male protagonist, who was surrounded by a crowd not far away, and then looked away.

After reporting to the person in charge and getting my makeup done, I came out to find the filming location already bustling with activity.

The male protagonist, Tanabe, who had just been the center of attention, was nowhere to be seen, and instead, the director appeared before the boy.

"A little thin."

This seasoned director, hailed as an academic, was frowning at him, his gaze as if he were scrutinizing an unqualified, substandard product.

"I'm sorry, I was sick before."

Sato Ryo lowered his head, avoiding the other person's gaze, which fell on the ground at his feet.

Silence lingered between the two. Sato Ryo was filled with anxiety, fearing that this person wouldn't even give him a chance to try and would simply return him.

Finally, in the midst of the unbearable silence, the director spoke up: "Let's give it a try."

The other person's tone suggested that they were speaking with considerable reluctance.

According to Sato Ryo, the other party probably only compromised because they felt that changing actors at the last minute would delay the already nearly finished filming schedule.

As for whether the other party will replace me if I don't perform well later, I don't know.

To the directors who are currently the backbone of the industry, he is just a small fry.

In the director's view, he was probably already lucky to get the role, and replacing him would be a simple matter of a word.

As for contracts? Their validity is often a mystery.

If it really comes down to the other party breaching the contract, he doesn't have the money to hire a lawyer, and the firm is about to go bankrupt, so they probably won't bother with him, let alone offend the supervisor for his sake.

"We cannot fail!"

Sato Ryo gave himself a death order, his eyes hardened, and he strode toward the outrageously designed motorcycle.

Who is that?

On the other side of the film set, a round-faced girl looked at the thin young man in the room with a bored expression and casually asked Tanabe next to her a question.

"The extra will die soon."

Tianbian smiled and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Oh, no wonder you look so tense, you look really nervous."

After speaking, Hiroko Yakushimaru lowered her head listlessly and yawned.

Such a simple action, yet it's like it stepped right out of an anime, so sweet it's almost cloying.

Tianbian's eyes welled up even more.

"Yes, it will probably need to be replaced."

Tanabe nodded, glanced at the boy who was stiff with nervousness, then looked at the supervisor's face, which was about to explode, and chuckled.

"Ah."

The girl showed no interest in what Tanabe was saying and indifferently looked away.

She was just there for a friendly cameo, and with this person constantly chattering in her ears, she just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Unlike the two men's composure, the boy who had just stepped onto the flashy motorcycle wasn't nervous and stiff as others might expect, but rather because...

[Host has successfully formed their first armed force!]

[Samurai Warriors System...Activated!]

Looking at the words that suddenly appeared in front of him, his first reaction was that it was haunted. The boy rubbed his eyes until he confirmed that the words were really floating in the air before he realized that it might be the system.

But when he saw the words "Warring States Warriors System" clearly, he was completely dumbfounded.

He traveled to the bubble era, not the Warring States period.

What is the purpose of this system?

The boy's face stiffened further, his mood fluctuating wildly. If this broken system didn't work, then yet another hope would be dashed.

However, his tension didn't last long, as the system quickly responded again.

You have assembled a world-class elite heavy cavalry force!

[An iron torrent! Unstoppable!]

Sato Ryo stared at the words in front of him, then looked back at the convoy behind him. There were thirty-two motorcycles in total, with two people on each motorcycle: one driving and the other carrying weapons.

Each person's outfit is incredibly flamboyant; at first glance, they are definitely typical Showa-era biker gangs.

Tell him that these are elite heavy cavalry.

However... it was quite heavy, a metal lump carrying two strong men.

Cavalry... and it does seem to be cavalry?

But! Is he just acting?

And where did the heavy cavalry come from during the Warring States period? Could this system be bugged?

But none of that mattered. He could clearly feel the director's murderous gaze, even as he was lost in thought.

If there's nothing else going on, the system should just disappear already.

Don't let it affect your filming.

As if sensing Sato Ryo's thoughts, the system in front of them made a new move.

[Unlock Achievement: Steel Torrent!]

[Reward Skill: Leadership Qualities!]

[Current Skill]

Leadership qualities: Charisma +10%, Persuasiveness +50%

Note: Although there is no beer hall here, your speech can still be inspiring!

Chapter 2 doesn't seem like acting.

Looking at the panel in front of him, and the gray "to be activated" icon, Ryo Sato was stunned.

What is all this? A beer hall? A speech? Charisma?

Before he could think it through, he felt the murderous gaze behind him intensify.

Finally, before the supervisor could impatiently interrupt, the boy came to his senses.

Although I don't know if it will work, considering the storyline, I can give it a try.

"start up"

He meditated in his heart.

In that instant, the boy's back, which had been hunched over from a long illness, straightened up completely, and the muscles on his face, which had been tense, began to twitch slightly.

He tilted his head slightly, taking in the light from the lamp, and a dark fire seemed to flicker deep within his pupils.

Under the light, the shadows on his face became more distinct due to the change in angle, highlighting his thin and sharply defined features, giving him an imposing and dignified air.

It's not ferocious or savage, but rather an aura that makes people involuntarily want to obey and follow.

With just this one change of posture, the boy had already drawn all the attention in the room.

The director's impatient gaze and his slightly open mouth, as if about to yell "cut," all froze on the spot.

The boy was completely different from before. He was no longer just a minor leader of a biker gang; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a young leader of a powerful yakuza group.

The boy didn't even need to do anything; just standing there, even the breathing in the room seemed to quiet down. The faint hum of the old equipment was exceptionally clear at that moment.

"Brothers!"

Amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, Ryo Sato spoke.

His voice was loud and clear, with a hint of hoarseness. He raised the steel rod in his hand high, the veins on the back of his hand and neck bulging.

"Come with me! Kill all those bastards who dared to mess with our boss!"

The monitor could even see the spittle that flew out between his teeth when he spoke.

That short sentence was like a fire, instantly igniting the emotions of the extras behind him.

Among this group, there are a few who were actually former biker gang members who came here to earn some money for a meal.

Upon hearing this, they seemed to be instantly transported back to their glorious past, and they all followed Sato Ryo's actions, raising their weapons high and roaring loudly.