"I'm in Tokyo, and this is some kind of movie star comeback system?!"

Yasuko Sawaguchi gazed intently into Yu Sakamoto's eyes, momentarily forgetting everything around her.

I lingered in front of the figure, unable to look away.

She kept in mind Sakamoto Yu's advice and completely opened herself up to the emotions in the play.

"My lord, why do you say such a thing?" Her voice was emotional and trembling.

"You don't need to come back!"

Sakamoto Yu's suppressed voice suddenly fell, and Sawaguchi was startled.

My eyes felt slightly hot, and my chest felt like it was blocked by something, making me feel suffocated.

"Could it be that my husband has lost his mind?" Yasuko Sawaguchi took a deep breath and dug her fingertips into her palm.

"The Catholic Church has a precept that prohibits believers from divorcing..."

"Go back!" Sakamoto Yu's voice suddenly became more forceful.

The overwhelming sense of oppression left her speechless for a moment.

An unprecedented bittersweet feeling spread from the depths of my heart.

Her eyes were brimming with tears, like pools of shimmering spring water, making her look incredibly charming.

"My husband!" she called softly, her voice filled with grievance and determination.

Those vague feelings flowed by like a gentle stream, a mixture of emotions.

Sakamoto Yu turned his head and realized that Sawaguchi Yasuko was less than a fist's distance away from him.

An ambiguous atmosphere, belonging only to each other, quietly lingered between the two.

Unbeknownst to him, Sawaguchi looked at him more and more often, her gaze following his focused expression, having long forgotten that this was just a performance.

"I have made up my mind to defend the city and fight to the death until I am exhausted."

Sakamoto Yu's voice contains a sense of determination and sorrow.

"Goro and Hachihime, I would give my life to accompany you."

Yasuko Sawaguchi looked directly into Yu Sakamoto's eyes, her tone firm.

"Wouldn't that break my father-in-law's heart?"

Sakamoto Yu shook his head with a wry smile, his heart wavering, but his tone remained firm.

Yasuko Sawaguchi's expression softened, and she unconsciously took two steps forward, gently climbing her hands onto his arm.

Even through the fabric, the soft, boneless feel of the fabric was clearly perceptible.

She tightened her grip slightly, her actions conveying her determination.

A tender look welled up in her eyes, and she said softly, "It's just my fate."

Sakamoto Yu smiled helplessly and sighed, "Yes, I have married a good wife."

"My lord..." Zekou's expression changed.

Sakamoto Yu said slowly and tenderly, "Thank you for your kindness, Madam." Then, his tone shifted, becoming more admonishing, "But, Madam, there is no need for you to die here in vain."

"Go back to your parents' side and live a peaceful life from now on."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently pressed it on the back of Zekou's hand, the warmth of his palm seeping into his heart through his skin.

"I... will not comply." Zekou turned her head away, unable to look him in the eyes, but the hand holding his arm tightened quietly.

At this moment, the two were very close together.

The lingering scent of roses emanating from Yasuko Sawaguchi filled my nostrils.

Looking down, he saw Sawaguchi nestled gently against his chest in an intimate manner.

Sakamoto leaned down and whispered in Sawaguchi Yasuko's ear.

A rich, resonant voice, warm and gentle, whispered in her ear:

"After we die, we can reunite in heaven and continue our love."

Zekou's body went limp, almost leaning into his arms. She didn't resist, but slowly raised her eyes:

"Could it be... that my husband dislikes me?"

She spoke earnestly, looking into Sakamoto Yu's eyes, trying to find a clue in them.

This time, it was Sakamoto Yu's turn to look away. He turned his head away, not daring to meet her burning gaze.

However, that hoarse voice truly reached Sawaguchi's heart.

"What disdain is there?"

He took a deep breath.

He met her gaze again, his eyes incredibly earnest, and said, word by word, "It is truly, a love that runs deep!"

As the last word fell, the deep affection that belonged to Matsudaira in Sakamoto Yu suddenly receded like a tide.

It happened so fast it caught everyone off guard.

She gently withdrew her hand from his, without the slightest hesitation.

Her previously tender eyes returned to their usual calm and indifference.

He took a half step back without making a sound.

Silently watching the stunned Yasuko Sawaguchi.

Sawaguchi's reaction was even more enthusiastic than expected.

Not far away, assistant director Yuichi Ishihara was already engrossed in watching.

It wasn't until Sawaguchi's manager coughed twice that he snapped out of his daze and quickly clapped his hands twice.

He clutched the distorted script tightly, his eyes slightly reddening, and only snapped back to reality when he heard his agent cough.

Then he clapped his hands vigorously, his tone full of admiration:

"Great! Excellent! This is real romance!"

Assistant Director Ishihara quickly stepped forward, nodding repeatedly:

"Sakamoto-san, Sawaguchi-san, I almost thought that scene was a real farewell between husband and wife."

The emotions, the eyes, the movements—it was all so captivating!

On the other hand, the agent didn't have these thoughts.

His mind was filled with the image of Sawaguchi and Sakamoto Yu hugging each other.

He quickly walked to Sawaguchi's side, lowered his voice, and reminded him:

"Sawaguchi-san, mind your image! There are still people on set!"

The crisp applause was particularly clear in the rehearsal room.

Sakamoto Yu also spoke up at the opportune moment, praising:

"Sawaguchi-san, this time you got it right, your tone and eyes were very good."

But each word struck a chord in Yasuko Sawaguchi's heart.

Zekou remained frozen in place, tears welling in his eyes.

His body temperature still lingered on her body.

That hoarse recitation echoed in my ears.

She stared blankly at Sakamoto Yu, who had been whispering in her ear just moments before, but now looked at her calmly.

It wasn't until the second round of applause rang out that she was suddenly pulled back to reality, her whole body stiffening.

The emotion and tenderness on his face were still frozen on his face, while a look of confusion and astonishment flashed in his eyes.

The emotions in the play intertwined with reality, and she couldn't tell the difference for a moment.

Was the flutter in her heart just now from Hachihime, or from herself?

"Sawaguchi-san?" Sakamoto Yu called out politely again when he saw that she was lost in thought.

At that call, Yasuko Sawaguchi barely snapped out of her daze.

She tugged at the corners of her mouth, trying to put on a composed smile.

"You're in great shape. After a couple more rehearsals, this scene will be perfect."

"Okay, thank you." She nodded gently, her voice still a little hoarse.

As he spoke, his gaze still unconsciously fell on Sakamoto Yu.

His passionate performance in the play kept replaying in my mind, but what I saw in my eyes was the coldness of reality.

The feeling of separation, the excitement and illusion it evokes, are like fine needles, piercing my heart and lingering there.

Just then, a production assistant poked his head in from the doorway and said, "Sakamoto-san, assistant director, the director is looking for you."

Sakamoto Yu was about to leave.

He politely bowed to the group and said goodbye, then left the rehearsal room with the assistant director and stagehands.

Sawaguchi Yasuko and her manager were left behind.

Sawaguchi looked towards the doorway.

Her eyes were unfocused, and she couldn't even snap out of it when her agent gently touched her arm.

After leaving Sakamoto Yu, he opened the system to check on the road.

Sure enough, the mission was completed.

[Task: Let Yasuko Sawaguchi feel your feelings (Completed)]

[Reward: Mastery of Samurai Swordsmanship]

Sakamoto Yu breathed a sigh of relief. That was really close; he almost got caught up in it himself.

As for Yasuko Sawaguchi's looks, there's no need to elaborate.

The moment I abruptly detached myself from the role, it felt like I was dying.

Fortunately, his skills are easy to switch on and off without leaving any aftereffects, but it's hard to say about Sawaguchi.

Judging from her expression just now, she probably won't forget it anytime soon.

Sakamoto Yu shook his head, shaking off those messy thoughts.

He asked the production assistant, "Did the director want to see us about something?"

The production assistant quickly replied, "One of the actors has a scheduling conflict, so you'll need to reshoot some scenes."

Sakamoto Yu nodded to indicate that he had received the message.

Taking advantage of the break, Sakamoto Yu opened the system and checked out the new skills.

[Master of samurai swordsmanship]

"Swords, huh? Looks like they're suited for historical dramas. Maybe they'll be useful in the next one."

The three arrived at the film set. Katsuji Nakamura, sitting behind the monitor, saw Yu Sakamoto and nodded to him as a greeting.

Sakamoto Yu stopped politely and returned the greeting.

He then took the script, glanced at it, and realized it was just a reshoot scene; he was essentially a background character, so there wasn't much difficulty.

Upon entering the film set, I greeted several senior actors.

The seniors smiled and nodded in a friendly manner as soon as they saw Sakamoto Yu.

"Okay! Let's begin."

The actors rehearsed their positions and went over their lines in one take.

Katsuji Nakamura called for a stop, and everyone relaxed.

That was all he had to do next, and Sakamoto Yu was about to leave.

Suddenly, a noisy sound came from another film set.

Accompanied by screams and hurried footsteps.

Sakamoto and the others were drawn to the scene and saw several people helping a "samurai" in armor leave in a hurry.

Sakamoto stopped a hurried staff member.

"What happened?"

"Huh?" The staff member stopped him at this critical moment, and was about to reprimand him when he saw that the person who came was Sakamoto Yu.

So he patiently answered quickly:

"The set suddenly collapsed, hitting a stunt performer!"

Sakamoto Yu nodded thoughtfully, then let him leave.

After a while, everyone realized that the stuntman had performed so many martial arts scenes.

This incident at such a critical juncture will definitely affect the filming schedule.

Katsuji Nakamura and several assistant directors and producers immediately began an emergency discussion.

"Time is of the essence. We must find an actor skilled in samurai techniques to fill in as soon as possible, otherwise the entire production will have to come to a standstill!"

Katsushi Nakamura asked urgently, "Who can contact this kind of actor?"

Ideally, someone with experience who can quickly get started!

The people around looked at each other, and no one responded for a moment.

Sakamoto Yu watched silently, and immediately made a decision in his mind.

How could he possibly let go of such an opportunity to improve his personal reputation and build his public image?

"Director, can I give it a try?" Sakamoto Yu calmly raised his hand.

Upon hearing the voice, several gazes fell upon the young man.