Tokyo 1970: I'll draw Doraemon?

"There were so many people, the campus supermarket was almost packed. Sunday magazine was sold out as soon as it hit the shelves, and everyone's eyes were shining."

"Uh-huh."

Holding the magazine "Sunday" and looking at Doraemon on the cover, Yuka Higashino, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, was too lazy to listen to her friend's complaints and just nodded perfunctorily.

"If it weren't for the fact that a senior colleague who worked at the supermarket saved a copy for me, I wouldn't have been able to buy it at all."

"Yes Yes."

"Tsk," she completely ignored her, which annoyed Nagai Miyuki.

Her eyes darted around, and she said, "I've already seen 'Doraemon' beforehand, it's really fun, the emotions are described so delicately, it's simply..."

"Ah! Don't spoil it!" Higashino Yuka covered her ears, trying to drown out Nagai Miyuki's words.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Miyuki! I didn't thank you properly! Please forgive me!"

"That's more like it."

Seeing her trembling and fearful expression, Miyuki Nagai shut her mouth with satisfaction.

"Actually," after Higashino Yuka lowered her hand with lingering fear, she couldn't control her urge to confide again, "Nobita has grown up, Doraemon doesn't need him at all..."

"what!!!"

Holding a copy of Weekly Shonen Sunday, Yuka Higashino ran away from her friends.

With a soft laugh, she dashed away.

……

In the Ochanomizu University Manga Club, looking at her fellow enthusiasts, Yuka Higashino breathed a sigh of relief.

She sat in the corner and started watching Doraemon.

At the beginning of the comic, a balloon that looks exactly like Doraemon's head floats away.

Nobita was being chased by Gian as usual. He ran home and asked Doraemon to take out a gadget that could fight back against Gian.

Doraemon refused, his expression helpless and distressed, feeling that Nobita, who had him to rely on, was unable to grow.

A petal fell from the flower arrangement on the table, and Doraemon's voice choked with emotion: "I...I want..."

He's going back to the future.

Nobita cried bitterly, clinging to Doraemon and unwilling to let him leave.

The last time he was this sad was when his grandmother passed away.

"You haven't changed at all."

His father, trying to comfort him, said this.

Nobita found a roly-poly toy in his toy box.

His grandmother was seriously ill, and to reassure her, the young boy held up a roly-poly toy and said, "No matter how many times I fall down, I will stand up again, so please don't worry."

but now……

Nobita wiped away his tears and forced himself to be strong.

For some reason, just reading this made Yuka Higashino's eyes sting.

"Am I just too easily moved to tears?" she murmured.

Doraemon is leaving tomorrow, and his parents are seeing him off.

Doraemon was also having a hard time leaving Nobita. Although he forced a smile, the trembling in his body could not be hidden from Yuka Higashino.

Another petal fell from the flower on the table, and the two, unable to sleep, decided to go for a walk and talk.

Are you really okay?

Before leaving, Doraemon was still concerned about him, and Nobita held back his tears.

In the park, he looked at his best friend.

"Doraemon, don't worry about me. I can do my homework by myself and clean my room properly."

Doraemon was still worried: "What if you get bullied by Gian or Suneo?"

"It's okay, I'll fight back!" Da Xiong put his hands on his hips, trying to make his words convincing. "All the problems, everything! Everything! I'll solve everything myself! I can solve it!"

"So, Doraemon," his excited expression turned somewhat disappointed, but realizing this, he said in a passionate tone, "you can go back to the future without worry!"

Tears welled in Doraemon's eyes, and he could no longer control himself. "I...I'm going to the restroom!"

He ran in the opposite direction from the bathroom, and Nobita understood.

"He doesn't want me to see him cry."

Yuka Higashino couldn't bear to read any longer. She half-closed the comic book to calm her aching heart.

This story seems even more delicate and real than "Try to Say Goodbye".

Perhaps it is because Nobita and Doraemon have too much of a past and bond that their separation is so hard to accept.

Her sadness was no less than that of the two main characters in the comic.

She subconsciously sniffled before belatedly taking out her handkerchief.

"Huff"

Such sounds rose and fell in the activity room.

Yuka Higashino looked up and realized that she wasn't the only one crying; the other members of the manga club who were watching "Doraemon" were too.

The sincere emotions touched many people.

"Seriously, Oikawa-sensei, why did you have to draw it so movingly!"

Yuka Higashino felt a sense of relief; everyone was the same, moved by Doraemon.

"Nobita is fighting desperately against Gian so that Doraemon can leave in peace."

This surprised Yuka Higashino, who hadn't seen this part yet.

I was completely spoiled!

She quickly lowered her head, no longer trying to calm herself down, and began rapidly reading the remaining pages.

People have already started communicating!

At night, Nobita and Gian bumped into each other.

Gian is going to beat up Nobita.

"Doraemon!" Nobita was about to ask for help as usual when he quickly shut his mouth.

In the park, he brandished his fist at Fat Tiger.

Even after being beaten to the ground, Nobita stubbornly stood up.

"Not yet...not yet, I haven't lost yet!"

He rushed forward again and again, only to be knocked to the ground, then immediately got up, grabbed Fat Tiger's leg, and pulled him down!

He was kicked away, and holding back his tears, he fought fiercely with Fat Tiger in the rain.

Doraemon's worries gave him boundless strength.

"If I don't defeat you with my own strength, Doraemon can't return to the future with peace of mind!"

With a determined expression, he grabbed Gian's ear, forcing him to apologize and admit defeat. For the first time, Gian did not run away out of fear of the props.

This victory was entirely due to Nobita's own efforts.

Seeing Nobita striving to prove his growth, Doraemon, who had come looking for him, shed tears.

Finally, with tears in his eyes, Doraemon left with the falling petals, reluctant yet at peace.

Yuka Higashino turned the page, but there was nothing there.

This concludes this episode of Doraemon.

“What do you mean, ‘Doraemon Returns’?!” she shouted. “This is totally ‘Goodbye, Doraemon’!”

"This is a farewell to everyone!"

A belated farewell.

Chapter Ninety-Three: This is Everyone's Victory

Her words resonated with everyone.

"Yes, the petals fall, Doraemon departs, and Nobita grows into a man. This kind of content is completely a farewell to everyone."

"Could this be something Oikawa finished drawing last year? But he didn't have time to release it and it's been left unfinished until now?"

Everyone was making guesses.

"So...Doraemon has ended?"

They thought about the plot. This story didn't describe Doraemon and Nobita's past memories. It only expressed sincere emotions, which made them feel the same way as Nobita. They felt his heartache. Although he was so sad that he was about to die, he still had to cheer up and send his friend off with a smile so that his friend would no longer have to worry about him.

They already really liked "Doraemon," a rare example of a shonen manga that profoundly depicts a variety of emotions.

Memories of grandmother, farewells to friends, expressions of the inseparable bond between lovers—all these elements combine to create a magnificent jellyfish night...

The deeper my love for Doraemon was, the more heartbroken I am now.

Just when he had finally let go, Oikawa insisted on coming back to evoke readers' memories.

The girls' gazes shifted from staring at each other to becoming resolute, and then to angry.

"How can I let go of such a touching farewell painting!"

"That's outrageous!"

"Obikawa-sensei is a scumbag for exploiting people's feelings!"

"Let's all write a letter! Let's make him reconsider his idea of ​​ending Doraemon!"

"it is good!"

The girls worked together with one heart and one mind. Some wrote quickly, some pondered deeply, and some exchanged ideas, hoping to exchange sincerity for sincerity.