Full-time comic artist

After Hibiki Higashino discussed the ideas for the next chapter of "Hanzawa Naoki" with him, Go left.

Not long after, Higashino Hibiki's cell phone rang.

He checked the caller ID and saw it was Beiben.

This surprised him somewhat, because due to their different jobs, he and Nishimura Kitamoto had fewer and fewer things in common, and they rarely communicated except when necessary.

Nishimura was far away in Hokkaido, and Kitamoto was a lawyer, so his life wasn't as easy as Higashino's, and they didn't have time to chat.

"Hello, I'm Hibiki Higashino."

"Higashino, this is Kitamoto."

Kitamoto invited Hibiki Higashino to a get-together to reminisce about the past, which could be considered a class reunion. However, it would only be Kitamoto, Nishimura, and Hibiki Higashino. The event was scheduled for Thursday.

“I will definitely go!” Hibiki Higashino said.

The gathering was held near their alma mater, Yan Yan High School.

During the meal, he told Akemi Akemi about it.

“Go ahead, go ahead, this is a good thing,” Akemi Akemi waved her hand and said with her eyes narrowed, “but in order to squeeze out some time, you’ll have to work overtime.”

"We can't afford to take a break this time."

Higashino nodded with a bitter face; he was almost completely drained.

……

Thursday arrived quickly.

"Grandma, I understand your needs, but let's focus on communication and mediation first."

With a smile on his face, Beiben exuded the aura of a professional elite, which earned the trust of the elderly.

This elderly woman sought legal assistance from a law firm because her neighbor was affecting her right to natural light.

"I understand. Then I'll leave it to you, Attorney Kitamoto."

"I will get back to you next week after I review the information."

Kitamoto's smile vanished as he watched the old woman leave, her steps faltering.

He can only ask for half a day off, so how can he be happy?

Today is the day I can see my old friends again.

“Higashino has put aside important work, and Nishimura is coming from Hokkaido. It would be too embarrassing if I were late.”

He loosened his tie, stood up, and headed towards the parking lot.

……

They agreed on a time of 2 p.m., and at 1:30 p.m., Beiben parked the car and finally arrived at the agreed location.

Thankfully, the other two hadn't arrived yet, and Kitamoto breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a very hot midday in late May. Kitamoto checked his watch, walked to a nearby supermarket, bought a copy of Weekly Youth Jump, and then sat down at an outdoor table in a beverage shop.

He was able to spot the two as soon as they arrived.

"They can see me too, right?" Kitamoto thought, then started reading "Hanzawa Naoki".

He had been eagerly anticipating the sequel to this manga. What sparks would fly when Hanzawa Naoki and Higashida met? Would the 5 million yen loan ever be recovered?

……

Hanzawa Naoki demanded that Higashida repay the 500 million yen loan, but was unsurprisingly refused.

Higashida took out a golf club and swung it at Hanzawa Naoki.

Hanzawa was highly skilled in swordsmanship; with a quick dodge and a trip, he defeated Higashida decisively.

Higashida got up and wanted to attack again, but Hanzawa moved quickly, picking up his cue stick and pointing it straight at his throat.

"What banks do is lend umbrellas on sunny days and take them away on rainy days. You people make a fortune by bullying the weak every day, and you think you're so great!"

Higashida roared, enraged by Hanzawa's effortless demeanor.

Hanzawa did not offer any explanation. He was momentarily dazed when Higashida rushed over and quickly knocked him to the ground.

"His movements are so fluid and graceful, Hanzawa is truly amazing."

Kitamoto had just finished praising him when he saw Hanzawa being ambushed by Higashida's lover, Fujisawa Miki, and unable to move for a long time after being hit in the face.

Higashida ran away.

A timely downpour began.

Banze sat in the rain, silent for a long time.

He couldn't refute Dongtian's statement that banks lend umbrellas on sunny days and take them back on rainy days.

My subordinate, Nakano, called again. They have to go to head office tomorrow for an interview.

Having just suffered a setback, an even greater predicament has arrived.

Hanzawa collapsed weakly to the ground.

"Could this be... my limit...?"

Hanzawa Naoki, who was incredibly strong from the very beginning, finally broke down under a series of blows.

The head office's interrogation room was located in a huge conference hall, and Kitamoto felt incredibly oppressed just looking at it.

Before the questioning even began, he was already worried about Hanzawa Naoki.

This morning, when Hanzawa Naoki left home for the head office, he wasn't wearing his signature tie; his wife had practically stuffed it into his pocket.

It seems that Hanzawa Naoki is about to compromise.

Faced with this dire situation, he was powerless to change it.

Hanzawa's friend, Watari Shinobu, accompanied him and waited at the interrogation door. Nakanishi had already entered. The deputy head of the personnel department, Koki, who was interrogating Nakanishi, had been trying to get him to put all the blame on Hanzawa Naoki.

Kitamoto grew increasingly nervous, failing to even notice the two figures that suddenly appeared behind him.

When he first started reading comics, he would occasionally look up to see if his friends had arrived. Now, he's completely absorbed in the comics, watching with undivided attention.

……

Watari Shinobu said, "Even if what they say isn't true, just say 'yes' or 'I'm very sorry.'"

All we can do now is cut our losses.

Ogiso had previously driven Kondo Naosuke to the brink of schizophrenia, causing this good friend of Hanzawa Naoki, a promising and honest man, to lose his future.

Watari Shinobu said many things, constantly advising Hanzawa Naoki.

Hanzawa Naoki stared intently, his expression serious, and remained silent.

He thought about many things: what Higashida said, what President Takeshita said when he was forced to hang himself, and what his father had said.

"We must value the relationships between people."

He walked into the consultation room.

……

"call."

As the page was about to turn, Kitamoto finally relaxed a little. The manga's plot was so intense that he could hardly breathe.

He suddenly saw a shadow on the table, and when he turned around, he saw his two old friends.

The two men looked at him with amusement, their smiles playing on their lips.

“Oh, our Kitamoto-kun has finally found us,” Nishimura said.

“Yeah, I thought it would take another half hour,” Higashino Hibiki chimed in.

"You two!" Kitamoto quickly put down the youth jump and stood up, asking in surprise, "When did you arrive!"

"When you're reading comics, haha." Hibiki Higashino and Nishimura opened their arms, and Kitamoto hugged them.

"It's been such a long time!"

After a long while, the three of them finally parted ways.

"Nishimura, it's been a long time! You've gotten so much stronger!"

“Right, right,” Nishimura, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, flexed his biceps. “I’m practically Superman. But you, Kitamoto, look even thinner than you did a few years ago.”

"I don't have time to exercise."

“There’s no need for exercise, daily work is enough,” Nishimura muttered.

It seems that Nishimura's work is very hard.

But he's much more cheerful now. "I'm a sailor in the green ocean! I travel to many ranches every day, and over time I've developed these muscles."

"That's really good." Higashino pinched his biceps, and his own arm bulged as well, the muscles were much smaller.

He was more robust than Kitamoto, a typical office worker in Tokyo, but far less so than a farmer or rancher.

“Haha,” Nishimura laughed loudly.

After all these years, he finally won one.

"Nishimura, didn't you bring your child?" Kitamoto asked. "I've been curious for a long time, what does your child look like?"

Nishimura took out his phone and showed them the photos.

"Oh, how cute!"

"This is nothing like your child."

The two men said.

The child in Xicun is just over a year old, and looks chubby, like a porcelain doll.

Having weathered many storms, Nishimura had become a rough-looking man, and he looked quite out of place standing next to the children.

Leave

I'm not in good condition.