Tokyo: Bubble, but the system is Sengoku.

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

What is all this about? 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 compels people to obey and follow.

With just this one change of posture, the boy had already drawn all eyes to himself.

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. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was a young leader of a yakuza gang, let alone a minor leader of a biker gang.

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 especially 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.

"Follow 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.

In an instant, the atmosphere inside the venue changed from deathly still to turbulent, like a bomb exploding in the middle of a calm lake.

"good!"

Seeing this, the supervisor, who had even forgotten to yell "Cut!", couldn't help but stand up from his chair with a clapping sound.

He originally had no hope for the portrayal of this young man.

Especially when I saw him sitting on the motorcycle, seemingly stunned by nervousness.

The only reason I chose him was because he was cheap and had a motorcycle driver's license.

Being a background actor is better than being a regular extra; at least you won't have an awkward performance, but that's about it.

Replacing him would be a piece of cake.

But to everyone's surprise... this young man in front of me could bring such amazing emotional impact to a character with only one line.

He saw everything perfectly: her trembling wrist, the bulging veins on her neck, and the spittle flying from her mouth.

As a pre-war mobilization effort, it was absolutely perfect.

Even he himself couldn't help but feel a sense of fearlessness as he looked at it.

The supervisor walked towards him as he spoke.

"Alright! Sato-kun! Let the makeup artist touch up your makeup again. You continue to think about the character carefully. We'll start preparing for the main scene again."

He originally planned to have the boy finish filming this part and then be done with it.

But he's a supervisor, and a supervisor who thinks he has good judgment. The boy's performance deserves more screen time; otherwise, it would be a disservice to his ability to stir things up.

So, while the boy was getting his makeup touched up, he planned to get the screenwriter to add a line or two more to make the scene of the sacrifice even more dramatic.

Earn a few tears from the audience, adding a touch of tragedy and chivalry to the film.

"OK."

At this moment, Sato Ryo also canceled the activation of his skill, and a humble smile reappeared on his face, completely different from his previous explosive appearance.

"By the way, what has Sato-kun acted in before?"

Seeing that the young man in front of him was not at all proud of his performance, the supervisor became even more satisfied, and a smile appeared on his face that surprised everyone around him.

"Most of them are extras."

"Um."

The supervisor was not surprised to hear this. He was a meticulous person and naturally knew the background of the people he hired.

That's why he was even more surprised, so much so that he couldn't help but ask another question.

It's incredibly strange that this young man hadn't been discovered before.

Thinking about it that way, he definitely struck gold.

The supervisor's smile became even brighter.

"Go touch up your makeup."

"This makeup doesn't suit your upcoming storyline."

"Yes!"

Faced with the supervisor's almost explicit suggestion to add scenes, Sato Ryo bowed slightly and walked unhurriedly toward the room that was temporarily serving as a dressing room.

However, unlike before, deep in his eyes now, there was a flame of excitement and hope that he was forcibly suppressing.

......

"That's pretty impressive."

Not far away, unnoticed by the others, Yakushimaru raised his head at some point.

Looking at the boy's back on the field, a hint of curiosity flickered in her eyes: "I thought he was a newcomer."

"Yeah...yes."

Tanabe gave an awkward reply, feeling a mix of unease and worry. The boy's persuasive power was captivating even to a man like himself, let alone a young girl.

Thinking of this, he secretly glanced at Yakushimaru's expression.

Fortunately, Yakushimaru didn't show any extra expression on his face and quickly looked away.

Seeing this, Tianbian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

That's true, she's never really cared much about things in the entertainment industry.

Besides, that boy had pointed ears and a monkey-like face; he wasn't exactly the type of girl she liked.

He'd be better suited to playing a monkey like Toyotomi Hideyoshi; he's nowhere near as good as himself.

......

Unaware of the other person's inner thoughts, Sato had already returned to the public dressing room.

It was obvious to the naked eye that the makeup artists were working much more diligently.

Perhaps it was because the charm value added by the skill had taken effect, but the way the other person looked at him seemed a little strange.

Sato Ryo showed no pride in this, nor did he initiate any conversation.

The work hasn't really started yet.

Even if the newly added script only has one extra line, it's still added on the spot.

He can no longer focus all his attention on that one line of dialogue, but should instead ponder the character's state of mind.

He doesn't have much time left.

To make a character more well-rounded, one must have character profiles, which is a fundamental skill he learned in school.

This is something he must prepare now.

If the added scenes don't go well, all the momentum built up will be lost.

By sheer luck, I've finally made some progress thanks to my special talent, but I can't let things get too easy on me.

Money is the foundation of all material things.

Only by enduring hardship can we win.

Therefore, Ryo Sato naturally had no interest in flirting with girls.

And so, the boy's eyes glazed over, ignoring the gaze from the woman who had touched his face, and his mind quickly became absorbed in analyzing the character.

In this era where chivalry and tough-guy image are all the rage, even without more information about the character, he can still fit a basic character design that is closest to the director's vision.

......

As time went by, the public dressing room gradually became more and more crowded.

Gossip spreads quickly in the film crew, and everyone couldn't help but glance at the boy when they came in.

The director personally added the lines, which is an honor that not everyone can have. It means that Sato made the director feel that this person has the ability to keep the audience's attention in the movie theater.

Therefore, at this moment, the gazes cast upon us contained a variety of emotions, including jealousy, envy, and curiosity.

Under that gaze that seemed to scrutinize magical creatures, Sato Ryo remained unmoved; after all, a gaze can't kill.

The only problem is the strict senior-junior relationship here.

Every time someone enters, Sato Ryo, who is the least senior and lowest-ranking member of the entire group, has to interrupt his makeup routine, stand up, and greet them.

In contrast to the juniors' utmost respect, the seniors responded much more casually.

Some nodded politely, while others simply ignored them, not even giving them a second glance.

In this "hell" of repeated squatting and standing, Ryo Sato was also quite helpless.

He could choose not to do it, but in this industry, being impolite will affect his reputation.

If his status were higher... he wouldn't have to waste time doing repetitive squatting movements, nor would he have to bend over so often.

You can even have the other person bend over for you.

But all of this is based on its own status and value.

Just like those famous rock singers or comedians, no matter how much of a scoundrel they are in private, they are still adored by fans and respected by their peers. Why?

The reason is simple: admiration for strength.

Since that's the case, it's quite simple to escape this hell of squatting and standing, and to turn the tables and make others bend over to him. There's only one way: become stronger.

However, just a day ago, even something as simple as this was just a pipe dream for him.

But now, everything is different; he has a brand new hope.

"Did you hear? Yakushimaru-san is here."

As soon as the young man, who was also there to play a minor role, finished speaking, all the gazes that had been fixed on Sato vanished as if drawn by a magnet.

Hiroko Yakushimaru, the girl who became a sensation at the end of last year with "Sailor Suit and Machine Gun," is undoubtedly one of the most talked-about idols in the entertainment industry right now.

It caters to the popular negative themes of the time, just like how a singer who has just debuted will become a big hit with the rebellious "Girl A" soon.

"Hey, where is it?"

"You know that, yet you're still sitting here?"

"I really hope we can bump into each other."

"If you happen to meet someone and they don't even like you, I think you're probably here to see Tianbian."

The chattering around him went on and on, but Sato Ryo paid no attention.

Hiroko Yakushimaru certainly knew, but compared to that, his own work was more important.

No one can stop him from completing the work. Opportunities may come more than once, but he must seize them as if they were his last.

Moreover, the firm behind him is on the verge of bankruptcy, and opportunities are running out.

If we don't succeed this time, the road ahead will only become more and more difficult.

"alright."

"Thanks."

At the sound of the makeup artist's voice, Ryo Sato opened his eyes.

The reflection in the mirror showed a more refined makeup look, making the person appear much more gloomy and their facial features more defined.

Overall, it's even more terrifying.

Like some kind of lurking beast, it vaguely resembles Goro Majima.

No wonder the seniors around me looked away.

"How is it?"

The woman looked at him with a hint of expectation.

"very good."

Ryo Sato responded, but his mind had already drifted back to his character.