I'm a pirate in Tokyo

When Wu Sheng was trapped in the forest palace, this issue of Weekly Shōnen Junk had already been released.

Those who knew and cared about Wu Sheng and Nami and knew that their works would be published in this issue silently bought a copy to express their support. Even the three Ohana people who were traveling in Mount Fuji also bought another copy.

One.

As for Nami's sister Nokigao, she had read Nami's sample magazine countless times during the weekend. For her, it was completely understandable for her that her sister, whom she had been proud of since she was a child, created such a comic.

She doesn't usually read comics, and she doesn't even understand the hardships of comic creation.

She bought several copies of Weekly Shōnen Junk on Monday and took them back to school to share with her friends and club partners on Tuesday.

She finally understood what her sister had accomplished through the excited words of the boys in the class and club.

[Weekly Shonen JUNK is a paradise for mangakas! Your sister was able to serialize it without even winning a rookie award! What a genius!!]

[This comic is so interesting! I have always been annoyed by those who fight and kill, and I am totally okay with this! Is the writer Takeda-sensei below also from our school? 】

[What? Are they in the same class... No wonder...]

[I'm going to buy 5 copies today and come back. Nokigao, can you ask them to sign them for me? I have a hunch that this "Death King's Notes" will definitely become popular! The signed Junk of the first chapter may be signed by then.

It can be sold for a lot of money!]

One pass to ten, ten to one hundred, when Wu Sheng and the others returned to school on Wednesday...

Wu Sheng found that the eyes of the boys around him were all focused on Nami, who was walking with him. Although they usually did so, their eyes were different from the previous yearning or yearning. This time, they were completely focused on worshiping the goddess.

Eyes.

Compared to the Iceberg Goddess who is good-looking and good at studying, the title of Weekly Shonen Junk serial cartoonist can help these high school boys understand what it means to be a genius.

The strong one breaks all barriers and prejudices: female high school students can also serialize shounen comics in Weekly Shonen JUNK!

Not to mention the imagination at the beginning of "Death King's Note" and the setting of the God of Death are very interesting.

Of course, whether Yue's behavior is the definition of justice has also caused widespread debate among readers of Weekly Shonen JUNK. Some people think that humans cannot judge other people's life and death as gods, while some people think that since gods have given this note to people,

, which means that God himself is not opposed to giving absolute punishment to sin.

But this kind of controversy does no harm. On the contrary, it makes "Death King's Notes" even more popular among JUNK readers. After all, some people buy JUNK weekly magazines, but they only read the comics they are following. They are actually more interested in new serials.

I tend to read the reviews and buy a few single volumes before starting to follow the series.

There are also several recommended posts appearing sporadically on some well-known AGC websites.

[This year’s best newcomer, the genius high school student reappears! 】

[This style of painting can be said to be the face of a bunch of rough guys in JUNK! It can be compared with Mr. Ajou Mumenha]

[Is this really just a drawing by a freshman in high school? Are all young people today monsters? 】

However, it is only the first episode, and "Notes of the Death King" has not really left JUNK's circle of readers.

Even so, in the Shueisha building, Hattori looked at this issue's flash report (sampled readers' voting rankings) with a smile on his face: "Sure enough, he won the first place."

The team leader Aida next to him saw the happy smile on his face and couldn't help but remind him: "Hattori, it's normal for the new series to win the first place. You must not convey the wrong emotions to the two teachers. They are not

There are senior comics mentors like Ajou Mumenha, so they know nothing about the comics industry, right?"

"Don't worry, team leader!" Hattori stood up, raised his hands and stretched: "I don't want Takeda-kun to continue to waste his energy on part-time work!"

"ah,

Hattori, I really envy you, it would be great if the Hiramaru-sensei I have is half as energetic as Takeda-sensei." A long-haired editor on the side said weakly, looking extremely headache-y.

"Hahahaha..." Hattori laughed dryly: "It's also very troublesome to be too motivated..."

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School, recess.

Wu Sheng looked at Nami surrounded by a group of girls. He was envious and at the same time a little lucky. No one seemed to know that he was the one who created the story?

"It's good, it's good..." He murmured, taking out the comic book from the drawer and continuing to read: "We don't envy..."

He was reading the comics without interest when he suddenly felt that the whole class was silent, his head felt a little hot, and it seemed as if countless eyes were focused on him.

When he looked up, he found that all the students in the classroom were looking at him...

He smiled sarcastically, "What's wrong?"

Then the boys in the class exploded, jumping up and swarming to his desk: "You bastard Takeda, you did some enviable things quietly!"

"Wait a minute, please keep your distance. I'm not familiar with you, right?" Wu Sheng stood up and held one of his hands up. He rushed too fast and pointed his head at the boy in front of him, with a look of disgust on his face.

These overly passionate male high school students may be the creatures that an uncle in his late 30s least wants to get close to.

"Fukada-kun said that you created the story of "Death King's Note"?" A young man who wears glasses and is usually quite stern said to Wu Sheng while holding the weekly Shōnen Junk that did not match his temperament.

Wu Sheng was speechless. He reached out angrily and pointed at his name in the lower left corner of the book cover: "Are you all blind? Can't you see the three big words Takeda Asahi?"

"I saw it, but everyone is unconvinced and too jealous, so I want to confirm it with you in person." The boy with glasses said still calmly.

"Hey, Ishida, what do you mean?" A boy next to him was dissatisfied.

"Huh?" Ishida's glasses flashed with light, and he turned sideways and stared at the boy: "Did I say something wrong?"

"Tch! I'm different from you!" The boy argued forcefully. His neck turned red for a moment, and he finally choked out: "I'm here to get Takeda's autograph!"

"Oh?" Ishida looked at him playfully: "What about your weekly magazine JUNK?"

...the scene fell into dead silence

"Brother, are you too upright? Are you helping me offend others? Thank you so much!" Wu Sheng looked at him with tears in his eyes and quickly smoothed things over: "I can sign anything, come on.

Come and get a notebook."

"Okay!" The boy walked along Wu Sheng's steps, glared at Ishida bitterly, and walked back to his seat to get his notebook.

Ishida confirmed what he wanted to know and said no more. He returned to his seat, opened JUNK and read it carefully. People who didn't know looked at his expression and thought he was reading some famous book.

Wu Sheng shook his head and dealt with the male classmates who were still asking about his various creative skills and how to find a beautiful girl partner.

"There is no shortcut. Read more books. Reading is a necessity for normal breathing in this era."

"Thank you for your like, but don't become an 'other' just to become an 'other'. It's very vain."

"Is life boring? I don't think so. If you really think like Yue, I suggest you join a club."

...

At noon, Wu Sheng's face was pressed against the cold desk, and he was accusing Nami: "Why did you tell me that I was the one who created the story! They thought they had the same name!"

"Don't you yourself look at me with envy and pity?" Nami leaned on the chair and looked at the ceiling with dull eyes: "I thought those girls would surround you if I said that."

"They didn't. Instead, my normal campus life was disturbed by a group of male high school students covered in sweat." Wu Sheng seemed to be exhausted. He felt that he would not be as tired as he was this morning after going to the crime world.

"Ah..." The two of them sighed in unison: "It's so troublesome!"

"Hahahahaha." Luffy on the side laughed: "Isn't this good? Then we will know whether Takeda's plan is effective."

"How can a few high school students have any effect..." Wu Sheng was speechless, remembering that Brooke was present, and did not elaborate.

At the same time, he felt that signing his real name was really a stupid act, and the effect might not be good. Now he was about to be annoyed to death by those male high school students who exuded jealousy and dissatisfaction.

Nami suddenly thought of a question: "How did these people know that we were serialized in Weekly Shonen JUNK?"

The activity room was quiet.

Zoro quickly picked up the bamboo sword beside him and started swinging it;

Brooke lowered his head and tuned the guitar strings that were already extremely correct;

Sanji turned around to get the bento and said, "Today I made a lot of food to repay the kindness of saving my life the day before yesterday. Let's eat together" and so on;

Luffy, who had just laughed, looked up at the sky and whistled. Usopp, who joined the group yesterday, was not here. He would go to the hospital to have dinner with Keya at noon.

Wu Sheng and Nami looked at each other and said nothing. They said everything without saying anything: "Everyone present is a murderer..."

Nami nodded solemnly, remembering that after returning home last night, her sister said that she bought a few weekly magazines and brought them back to school, and everyone responded very well.

She was too tired at the time and didn't pay attention. Looking back now, it seems that the relatives and friends around her have contributed their own efforts to their troubles.

"Alas..." The two of them nodded silently. They had no choice but to accept and swallow this happy worry.

Wu Sheng suddenly remembered something and said to Brooke: "Senior, can you show me your phone?"

Brooke, who was tuning the strings, was stunned and said, "What are you doing? I didn't promote your comics on any AGC website! I didn't post Fukada-san's photos either!"

Wu Sheng: "..."

Brooke looked at Wu Sheng, who was silent with a "please rest in peace" expression on his face, and immediately understood that he had said the wrong thing, glanced at Nami, whose face had darkened, and quickly handed the phone to Wu Sheng: "There are really no photos!

I’m just planning! If you don’t believe me, check it out!”

Wu Sheng held back his laughter and took over, not daring to offend the embarrassed Nami, and slid it a few times.

really!

"I'm really afraid of what will happen..." Wu Sheng looked at the Sin World APP on Brooke's phone with a solemn expression, "So I am the biggest problem? As long as I recognize the people in the Straw Hats

, after the subconscious is triggered, the APP will directly pass it over.”

Brooke looked at Wu Sheng, who had a very bad look on his face, with an uneasy look on his face, and said something meaningless like "I don't do multi-person sports, it's mostly about time management, I don't have a girlfriend."

Wu Sheng handed the phone back to Brooke, sat down and picked up the pan-fried sausages made by Sanji, chewed them and nodded to the others, indicating that indeed Brooke also had them.

Luffy and the others knew what Wu Sheng was checking, and they had a certain sense of luck. After knowing the result, their expressions were not very good: "Although increasing combat power seems to be a good thing, the conditions for awakening seem to be relatively harsh. Now half of them

The members all awakened due to extremely strong stimulation near death. If the awakening fails..."

"And it's so immoral to drag them into this world without their consent." Wu Sheng's words last night echoed in their hearts.

Brooke wanted to ask why, but he was too embarrassed to ask when they were like this, and then he checked it himself: "There is no harmful content..."