Tokyo 1970: I'll draw Doraemon?

He couldn't help himself and told the truth.

"Teacher, don't you know?" Takahashi, the newly appointed editor assigned by Shogakukan, hesitated.

Morimoto frowned: "What? Just say what you have to say."

"I'm only telling you this, so please don't tell anyone else. This can only circulate within the editorial department." Takahashi said cautiously, his voice weak. "I heard that the Sunday issue of 'Doraemon' officially ended in this issue."

"What!" Morimoto exclaimed in surprise. "How is this possible?"

What is Doraemon?

It's the series "Kyojin no Hoshi", "Ashita no Joe", and "Hara-kun Gakuen" from Weekly Shonen Sunday.

It represents the face of this comic magazine.

It can also bring boundless honor and benefits to Oikawa II.

If these episodic comics were drawn forever, wouldn't they go on forever?

Are you kidding me?

This was Morimoto's idea.

“No,” Takahashi said anxiously, “Doraemon is almost certainly coming to an end. The atmosphere in the editorial department has been terrible lately. The editor-in-chief is in a bad mood and is demanding that we come up with a replacement as soon as possible.”

He spoke with absolute certainty, and Morimoto fell silent.

"So, in the end, Oikawa still didn't forget my request? He really is..."

"Watanabe Shizuo is an idiot!" he suddenly exclaimed angrily. "He can let a genius like Oikawa go! I think Sunday is doomed!"

……

"Sunday is beyond saving."

Teruo Miyahara received the news from his subordinates and immediately expressed his feelings.

"He doesn't even cherish the gifts of God, letting them slip away. In terms of professionalism, he's simply inferior to an ordinary editor."

However, this is a good thing. He was worried about the aggressive rise of "Sunday" not long ago, but soon he found that it had rendered itself powerless.

A foolish enemy is always more important than one's own diligence.

Nothing sets a bigger difference than "it committed suicide".

“Wait a minute,” Teruo Miyahara exclaimed, “We only just received the news that Oikawa left Sunday magazine. Where did he go? Could it be Jump magazine? That’s bad!”

"Jump" is much more difficult to deal with than "Sunday".

He stood up and made a direct and decisive decision.

"Let's go to the Oikawa Studio now."

The newly appointed editor-in-chief decided to take matters into his own hands.

……

Editorial Department of Weekly Shonen Jump.

"Hmm?" Nagano Nori frowned, his features contorted in confusion. He had encountered something he couldn't understand.

"You mean that even after we were rejected by Oikawa-sensei, Watanabe Shizuo still didn't offer any special treatment to tie Oikawa-sensei to the 'Sunday' chariot?"

"What kind of joke is this?"

Even after thinking about it for ten days and ten nights, he still couldn't understand Watanabe Shizuo's motives.

Editor Nakano hesitated, saying, "The source is very reliable, but whether this matter is true... is a bit unreliable."

Upon learning that Oikawa had not signed an annual contract, they invited him to meet.

However, Oikawa refused to see them twice, choosing instead to politely decline.

Such a loyal cartoonist deserves to be rewarded handsomely, right?

What exactly did Shizuo Watanabe do to make him completely disillusioned with Sunday magazine?

"Okay, let's not waste any more time." Nagano Nori picked up the coat hanging on the wall and gave Nakano a wink.

"This time we'll go see him directly."

……

There's no such thing as a secret that stays hidden forever.

While readers may be unaware of this, the relationships among industry members are intricately intertwined, like a spider web.

Not only the editors-in-chief of major well-known magazines, but even some small magazines knew about this matter to varying degrees.

"You're quite familiar with Oikawa-sensei, aren't you?" Editor Horii said to Ryo. "Could you introduce me to him? If you do this, I'll get your manga published."

Liang took a leisurely sip of tea and then said:

"I know you're unreliable, Editor Horii. But I never expected you to be so shameless, treating serialization like a transaction."

There must have been a reason why he was unable to continue writing the series.

But none of that matters now.

What member wouldn't join the comic magazine company founded by the president?

He stood up and said to Horii, "I came here to say goodbye. The tea was very good, thank you."

Ryo turned and left. Horii was scolded, but he didn't take it to heart at all. Instead, he was still hoping to get away with it.

"About Oikawa-sensei?"

"Go eat shit!" Liang turned around and raised two middle fingers!

……

Fushimikawa suddenly realized that he wasn't as low-key as he had thought.

During this period, people he knew, whether familiar or not, inquired about his situation and even acted as intermediaries for others.

Most of the business cards of well-known editors in the industry are now in their own hands through various channels.

Even animation companies want to recruit him as an editor or even a director.

He suddenly became a hot commodity, with each offer offering higher and higher compensation, including some that gave him 10% stock options.

"That's really exaggerated, Fujimoto-sensei."

Seeking some peace and quiet at Fujiko Fujio's studio, Fushimikawa finally had a moment to drink some water before launching into a long, detailed account of his troubles.

“You should be happy about this,” Fujiko Fujio said with a smile. “You offended Shogakukan, but instead of being completely blacklisted, you became very popular. This shows that everyone believes in your abilities.”

"It's all thanks to you, teacher," Fushimikawa exclaimed. "I didn't serialize 'Doraemon' in Sunday magazine, and I didn't even give you permission, which made Shogakukan afraid to offend me."

"Let someone else draw Doraemon?" Fujimoto Hiroshi shook his head. "I'd rather do it myself. Good treatment and achievements are temporary, but fame lasts a lifetime. I hope that even after I die, Doraemon will not end, and will bring joy to many children in the future. Perhaps children in the 22nd century will look at Doraemon and question, 'We don't have that many amazing gadgets!' That would be enough."

His face was filled with tenderness and longing, and his tone was unhurried, as if he were having a beautiful dream.

“That’s absolutely possible, I guarantee it,” Fushimikawa said earnestly.

This child, born thirty years later, deeply loves Doraemon.

More than twenty years later, as he witnessed it, Doraemon was still alive and well.

“Thank you,” Fujimoto Hiroshi nodded, then hesitated before asking, “Did Sunday do something outrageous that made you leave in anger?”

Seeing that Fushimikawa seemed to be in good condition, he asked directly.

“It’s nothing,” Fushimikawa shook his head gently. “It’s just some trivial matters. The main issue is that I want to create for myself, like Tezuka-sensei.”

“《com》.” Fujimoto Hiroshi suddenly realized that Fushimikawa was ambitious and not content with being the ace in 《Sunday》, but wanted to create 《Sunday》.

“I understand,” he said with a sigh of relief. “It’s good that there’s no major conflict. In the future, once I’ve figured out your style, I might go to Sunday magazine too.”

Ultimately, the popularity of Sunday magazine is unmatched by the academic year magazine.

He drew six Doraemon books simultaneously in the "School Year Journal," but that still couldn't compare to the one Oikawa drew in "Sunday."

To achieve his dream, he had to challenge himself on a larger platform.

Fushimikawa immediately replied, "Of course, that's no problem. Teacher, don't let me influence you. Just do what you want to do. Hmm..."

"To put it bluntly, if you need anything, teacher, you can contact me anytime."

"Of course I will," Fujimoto Hiroshi said with a look of satisfaction. "With your magnanimity, I don't need to worry about you."

Oikawa is about to spread his wings and fly high.

……

Sunday is in trouble!

This is the idea of ​​Ms. Yamada, a convenience store cashier.

On Tuesday morning, she saw many people excitedly buy Sunday magazine and then, without even waiting to leave the store, quickly flip through the magazine before making an incredulous sound.

"Huh?! Doraemon has ended?! What happened?!"

"Without Doraemon... why would I watch Sunday? I'd rather read children's comics!"

"Isn't this just turning into toilet paper?!"

"I've been looking forward to it for a whole week!"

Complaints rose and fell, even overlapping, creating a picture of hell.

Going to work first thing in the morning is already unpleasant, and having to watch these people act crazy makes it impossible for Yamada to maintain a smile.

She felt even more distressed, as if her heart was being scratched by a kitten.

"Is Doraemon really over? Will I never see it again? No way."

While she was at the checkout, she glanced at the cover of Weekly Shonen Sunday, but didn't see any announcement that Doraemon had ended.

When no one entered the store, she finally had time to take a look at the shelves.

"Doraemon has officially ended."

The text is very small and in black, placed in the lower left corner where it is easily overlooked.

It's as if Shogakukan doesn't want its readers to know about this.

Yamada was immediately disheartened; the comfort he received in his boring life had come to an end just like that.