Tokyo 1970: I'll draw Doraemon?

The human body is becoming more and more realistic, and the characters' expressions are also more in line with the content.

Close-up shots begin to showcase the strengths of the realistic art style, conveying the heroine's deep-seated sorrow and anger with a calm that Tezuka Osamu had hidden within.

The author undoubtedly mastered the art style in a short period of time.

His talent is obvious to the naked eye and arouses envy.

Osamu Tezuka grew increasingly angry as he read the manuscript, to the point where he felt like tearing it up.

"A-Zhi?"

His wife's voice rang out.

"Phew~" Osamu Tezuka let out a long breath, and the restlessness was expelled from his body with his breath.

At 43 years old, he is already very mature.

I wouldn't do such a thing.

Osamu Tezuka gave his wife a look that said, "I'm fine," and said to Fushimikawa.

"It's very well drawn, hmm~"

He wanted to talk about the plot, but suddenly realized that he had been so focused on the visuals that he had forgotten to read the plot.

"Wait a little longer."

He said to Fushimikawa.

……

Half an hour later, Fushimi left the Tezuka residence.

Although Osamu Tezuka was included in the manga, his expression was not pleasant.

His usual kindness was gone; his round eyes were filled with fire, as if they wanted to pierce through Fushimi River's body.

It looks terrifying.

So Fushimikawa escaped.

After leaving the Tezuka family, he was not angry at all; on the contrary, he was very happy.

Osamu Tezuka was a senior artist who loved to mentor newcomers, and he opened doors of opportunity for many manga artists.

The only thing that could make him lose his composure is a genius capable of changing the comic book industry.

Now, Fushimikawa has obtained this verification.

It's a pity that others don't know this.

Returning to the studio with mixed feelings of unease and uncertainty, Fushimikawa gave his assistants the day off.

They had a very tough month, eating and sleeping poorly, and their hands were so stiff they were almost developing tendonitis. They were practically modern-day slaves.

The agreed-upon salary for the assistant was 2000 per day. After working for 27 days, the salary should have been 54000.

However, considering the severity of the overtime work and the fact that Fushimikawa was not a heartless capitalist, he gave each of them 10 yen to soothe their wounded and numb hearts.

After his assistants left, Fushimikawa rested for two days and slept for 12 hours straight, so much so that he missed his graduation ceremony.

Afterwards, he took a good shower and had a massage before he felt refreshed.

……

April 1st has arrived, and it's the start of the new school year again.

As the face of the manga club, Fushimikawa sat in the booth to attract more newcomers.

Looking at the freshmen with their confused yet curious eyes, he said to Fujiwara Maki, "Isn't this a bit too much?"

This time, the manga club printed a large sign with a line of big words on it.

"Oikawa Er's manga research club!"

The background is still Doraemon, as if afraid others wouldn't know that this Oikawa Ni is the author of "Doraemon".

The signboard was so big it almost blocked the view of the Fushimi River, obscuring the clouds in the sky.

Although he agreed to lend his name to the manga club, it shouldn't have caused such a big fuss, right?

"Even if you're the daughter of a printing factory owner, there's no need to make such a big fuss, is there?"

“Nonsense,” Fujiwara Maki shook her head with a smile, “This little bit of content won’t be used at the printing press.”

"Is that the point?" Fushimikawa wanted to argue, but someone came.

"Excuse me, which one of you is Mr. Oikawa? I really love his Doraemon!"

The new students had innocent eyes and their voices were full of anticipation and excitement.

The members of the manga club all turned their gaze toward Fushimikawa.

“There are actually people who believe that,” Fushimikawa sighed, and stepped forward. “Hello junior, I am Oikawa Ji.”

"Teacher, it really is you!" The new student quickly pulled out the latest issue of Weekly Shonen Sunday and handed it to Fushimikawa. "Please sign this for me!"

And so, the autograph session began.

One after another, copies of Sunday magazine with Doraemon covers appeared before Fushimikawa, and he signed them one by one.

The news that Oikawa had appeared at the recruitment fair spread like wildfire and quickly became known to many people.

As a result, the queues here are getting longer and longer.

As it progressed, members from other clubs were also drawn to it.

The Weekly Shonen Sunday magazine sold out in the school supermarket, and students who missed out started leaving the school to search for the magazine in nearby supermarkets.

A unique event was thus launched.

Chapter 45 Childhood Sweethearts × Shizuka

Weekly Shonen Sunday has been released, and the cover features a chubby tanuki-like figure and a little boy.

"Isn't this the Doraemon that's been all the rage lately?"

"Yes, the line is 'Japan has been defeated!'"

"That's cool, I have to check it out."

Doraemon became famous because of "The Elephant and the Uncle," and many people bought Sunday magazine specifically for Doraemon.

However, Higashino Yuka prefers the story "Trying to Say Goodbye".

Although it is not as profound as "The Elephant and the Uncle", the friendship and delicate emotions it contains have left a lasting impression on Yuka Higashino.

When she heard that "Try to Say Goodbye" was featured in this Sunday issue, she immediately bought it.

The story was still interesting, and she gained even more insights after reading it again.

"Thinking about it carefully, Nobita really went too far, playing such a big joke on his friends."

"But it's really lonely when no one says goodbye when we part."

As her voice fell, the fair-skinned, slender girl beside her trembled.

……

With Fushimikawa as a living advertisement, the manga club made a fortune, attracting more than 40 new members and greatly increasing its fresh blood.

However, how long they can hold out remains to be seen.

It might not be long before a small portion of them semi-retire.

"As expected of Oikawa-sensei," Fujiwara Maki said, placing her slender, long fingers on Fushimikawa's shoulder and giving him a thumbs up. "His influence is terrifying."

"It's a pity there aren't many girls."

As she finished speaking, she suddenly noticed that a strikingly beautiful girl was angrily staring at her fingers resting on Fushimi Kawa's shoulder.

She was very tall, and her sharp eyebrows were furrowed together, as if casting a shadow, which made Fujiwara Maki feel a lot of pressure.

His hand involuntarily withdrew.

"Who are you?" Fujiwara Maki asked.

The girl handed over a piece of paper: "I'm a freshman at Waseda University, and I'm here to join the manga club."

Her gaze shifted to Fushimikawa: "Akawa."

"Akawa!" Fujiwara Maki's mouth dropped open. She had known him for a year, and she was still calling him Fushimi, but this person was already calling him by his name.

I'm so envious... and it's also a little infuriating.

"Megumi!" Fushimikawa looked at her with surprise. "You got into Waseda University! You haven't changed at all, just like before."

This is Asano Megumi, his childhood friend whom he had been talking about for a long time.

She is around 165cm tall, with a slender and well-proportioned figure and full, neat curves. She doesn't appear bulky, yet exudes feminine charm.

Her long, straight black hair reached her waist and was now tied in a low ponytail with a hair tie. Two long strands of hair fell gracefully across her chest, swaying gently as she expressed her excitement, drawing all eyes to her.

Her appearance and hairstyle are almost the same as in high school. She's just a bit more feminine now.

“Yes. I’m here. I wanted you to recognize me at a glance,” Asano Megumi said, taking out a copy of Weekly Shonen Sunday. Her expression softened. “Although we didn’t say goodbye, it’s good to see you again.”

Fushimikawa suddenly realized that she hadn't appeared when he left Aichi Prefecture. Was she too sad to say goodbye?

She really values ​​this friendship.

On the contrary, I was so engrossed in my comics that I never thought of going back to see her or cheer her on.

Feeling a little ashamed, Fushimikawa said, "Let's be best friends for life, Megumi!"

"Good friends...forever..." Asano Megumi's expression turned somewhat grim.

“That’s right.” Fushimikawa nodded emphatically.

He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt today, and the red string on his wrist was quite eye-catching.

Asano Megumi, who was feeling sullen, was slightly taken aback when she saw the red string: "You've been carrying it with you all this time."

Following her gaze, Fushimikawa looked at his wrist.

"Yes, it would be bad to lose it."