Tokyo 1970: I'll draw Doraemon?

"It ended like this! Unexpected, yet logical, it's simply a divine ending."

Teruo Miyahara believes that the ending of "Nobita and the Tetsujin Corps" undoubtedly elevates the core of the story.

This chapter was transformed from a masterpiece into a divine work.

"Never underestimate Oikawa-sensei. Where can you find a newcomer like him? I really envy Watanabe Shizuo."

Shinsuke Kitahara's pupils moved.

"I really hope our magazine can poach Oikawa-sensei. Haha, I'm just kidding, how could that be possible? Oikawa-sensei must be treated very well at Sunday, who would switch jobs when they are so highly regarded?" Miyahara Teruo joked.

"By the way, Kitahara, is there something you need from me?"

As Kitahara Shinsuke bowed deeply, he handed over the letter in his hand.

"This is my resignation form, please accept it."

"what?"

……

How will Doraemon and Nobita defeat the Iron Man Corps?

Should they pull out a powerful weapon like the "what if" phone booth, or persuade Necatbia to abandon its aggression and support love and peace?

You can't possibly depict a hard-fought struggle that lasted for decades, can you?

On Tuesday, when Weekly Shonen Sunday was released, readers curious about this rushed to buy Sunday.

They had waited a whole week, and what they wanted to see was definitely not a story that started strong but ended weakly.

"Give me a comic book!"

Among the crowd of teenagers, a bald man suddenly appeared; that man was Yoshiyuki Tomino.

He has poured his heart and soul into "Nobita and the Iron Man Corps," having followed the story for so long, and with great anticipation, he immediately came to buy Sunday magazine.

Taking advantage of his tall and strong physique, he quickly bought the comic books.

Watching the skyscrapers representing human civilization in the mirror world of "Doraemon" turn into waste, and seeing the overwhelming robots showing no mercy as cannonballs and lasers rained down, Yoshiyuki Tomino realized that these robots could not communicate.

They truly see themselves as the chosen ones of the gods, believing that enslaving humans or other life forms is their natural right.

Despite having Doraemon's gadgets, Nobita and his friends were no match for the numerous enemy troops. Even the Christmas Samurai lost their ability to move after a fierce aerial battle.

On the other hand, Lilulu, who had been influenced by Shizuka and the others, witnessed the evil deeds of her compatriots, and the scales in her heart began to tip.

She didn't want to harm her fellow countrymen, but she couldn't bear to see the wrong things happening. Torn between these conflicting emotions, she finally took a step.

That was 30,000 years ago, when Shizuka used a time machine to take Lilulu back to the era when the gods created robots.

The deity is an old and frail human scientist who places great hopes on robots because of humanity's struggles.

Through Shizuka's account, he learned about the events of the future and added a compassionate heart to the robot, enabling it to think of others.

At the critical moment, the scientist suddenly fainted due to illness, and Lilulu stepped forward decisively to complete the final procedure for him.

Cause and effect have begun to shift, and now on this timeline, robots filled with militaristic ideology are starting to disappear.

Even Lilulu herself.

She was enveloped in light, her face beaming with smiles, as she bid farewell to Shizuka.

"If I have the chance to be reincarnated, I want to be a robot like an angel."

With regret, Lilulu, who fundamentally reversed the erroneous ideas on her own planet, spreads her pure white wings and flies in the Tokyo sky on the last page of the manga.

After the manga ended, Yoshiyuki Tomino remained stunned for a long time.

"Are all the newcomers in Tokyo monsters?! How could they come up with such a clever ending?"

It avoids the common cliché plot of annihilation and justice triumphing over evil, and elevates the work's theme to the idea that war is caused by wrong ideas, and that to end the struggle, we must start by changing our mindset.

Comics feature time machines, and while real people can't take shortcuts, they should still have compassion and use technology to benefit people and robots.

"Oikawa-sensei is really cunning. He escaped the binary opposition and debate, and did not use the deaths of Doraemon and others to show the cruelty of war."

"But it must be said that the underlying tone of 'Doraemon' has always been gentle, and we should exercise restraint. If we go too far, readers will feel disgusted."

Of course, Yoshiyuki Tomino would not only not be offended, but would applaud and cheer for Oikawa's decision.

"I drew a story like this. I wonder if Oikawa-sensei's salary at a big company like Shogakukan will keep getting higher and higher? I really envy him."

After being a lone wolf for a long time, he also envies corporate employees who have platforms to rely on.

"I really want to make animations, my hands are itching to do it."

……

Good news is piling up in the editorial department of Weekly Shonen Sunday.

"Many bookstores in the Gunma area have said they hope we can contact other channels to transfer the small amount of remaining stock from those stores to them."

"Customers are incredibly enthusiastic about buying; they're so excited and their magazines might only last them two days!"

Watanabe Shizuo sat in the center, not giving orders beyond his rank, and nodded with satisfaction as he listened to the bustling sounds.

"It's wonderful; we haven't seen this vibrant atmosphere in a long time."

"Editor-in-Chief!" A marketing staff member rushed over and said to Watanabe Shizuo, "Bandai Corporation contacted us, saying they want to acquire the toy rights for 'Doraemon,' especially the Christmas Samurai."

Before Watanabe Shizuo could react, the others delivered the good news one by one.

"There are leaks from within Toei Animation about plans to adapt Doraemon into an anime."

"NHK has requested an exclusive interview with Mr. Oikawa."

"A reporter from the Tokyo Shimbun wanted to get behind-the-scenes stories of Nobita and the Tetsujin Corps in order to publish a news report."

Regardless of the size or authenticity of the news, they notified Watanabe Shizuo of each one.

The atmosphere grew increasingly lively, and everyone was beaming with joy.

"We Sunday are unstoppable. Not only will Jump be crushed, but Magazine will also be trampled underfoot."

In his moment of triumph, Yamashita even uttered extremely arrogant words.

Watanabe Shizuo did not stop Yamashita; he shared the same expectation.

"We owe this grand occasion to Professor Oikawa." He looked around. "Where's Takei? Where is he? I need to visit Professor Oikawa and encourage him for his contributions to Sunday."

"Editor-in-Chief..." Yamashita took a step forward.

"Hmm~" Watanabe Shizuo shook his head. "Don't say anything unpleasant at a time like this. I absolutely have to see Oikawa-sensei today."

Now that Oikawa's talent is undeniable, how could he possibly be qualified for the position of editor-in-chief if he doesn't cultivate a relationship with Oikawa?

He understood Yamashita's thoughts, but he just felt there was no need to refute them before.

Things are different now; the value of the area below the mountain is far less than that of Oikawa.

He made a choice.

After you leave the mountain, just stay at Sunday and be a good junior editor. Don't even think about getting promoted anytime soon.

Upon hearing his unequivocal words, Yamashita's face turned pale instantly.

He realized that the situation was terrible, and nothing could be worse than this!

His legs trembled twice, and he silently returned to the crowd, calming his breathing, deciding to keep a low profile for a while.

"Where is Takei?" Watanabe Shizuo frowned as so much time had passed and Takei Toshiki still hadn't appeared.

……

"The Doraemon for Kids series has come to an end. I'm leaving Weekly Shonen Sunday."

Recalling the words spoken by Oikawa in a calm tone, Takei Toshiki closed his eyes in anguish.

All the effort he painstakingly unearthed to save Sunday has now been in vain.

"I haven't taken him to a bar yet..."

The outcome of many things is delayed, and by the time we realize it, it's often too late.

He never expected that Oikawa would disappear so quickly after gliding across the sky like a shooting star.

The time pressure was so great that it wasn't even enough for him to reach adulthood.

"It's all Watanabe Shizuo's fault!"

He now understands how Tomoyuki Fukuda felt.

It's perfectly reasonable that the cartoonist who staked his entire career as an editor ran away, and the blow was so great that he couldn't remain calm.

Takei Toshiki, a veteran of the industry, now just wants to drink himself into oblivion and not have to think about the huge impact that the end of Doraemon will have on Weekly Shonen Sunday.

Declining sales are one thing, but reader dissatisfaction is another.

There was also the ridicule from colleagues, the goals set by the editorial department, the future development direction, and the accountability from higher-ups—all of these would come crashing down on him. The pressure was immense, making it hard for Takei Toshiki to breathe.

He can't bear this alone!

"What did you just say was all my fault?" Watanabe Shizuo appeared, intending to reprimand his subordinate for not understanding hierarchy, but because he was too happy inside, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Never mind, none of that matters. Take me to Oikawa's studio. I want to tell Mr. Oikawa some good news. The cover page of issue 49 of 'Sunday' has been reserved for 'Doraemon'."

Using this as a breakthrough to thaw the ice in his relationship with Oikawa, Watanabe Shizuo's plan was brilliant.

Young people are easily embarrassed and will forget unpleasant things in just a few words.

"Doraemon will no longer be featured in the frontispiece," Toshiki Takei shook his head expressionlessly.

He glanced at Watanabe Shizuo speechlessly; he only realized his mistake when the situation was beyond repair.

"It's too late."

"What do you mean late? How could it be late?" Watanabe Shizuo was confused.

"The opening color page is late, Doraemon is late, and you're late too. We at Sunday are beyond saving."

Takei Toshiki said, enunciating each word clearly.

Chapter 72 Now, isn't it just a joke to talk about these things?

What are you talking about?