I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

His brain seemed to be shutting down at this moment.

He remembered the mysterious rumors about Takakura Bunta in the company.

Some people say that when he was young, he was really involved in gangs and his hands were stained with blood.

Some people said that in order to protect a bullied newcomer, he single-handedly challenged five gangsters who came to collect protection fees and beat them to a pulp.

Some even said that the reason he left the small town of Kasukabe and came to Tokyo was because... he offended a local big shot who was too powerful to offend and was forced to leave his hometown.

He used to treat these rumors as jokes.

But now, looking at the man in front of him, who was venting some unspeakable emotions in his heart in an almost self-abuse way, he... he was afraid.

He was really scared.

"That...that...Bunta...Bunta-san!"

His voice became shrill and harsh with fear, and he subconsciously changed the address to the most respectful honorific: "I... I was just joking! You... Don't take it seriously! I... I think your smile... is so manly! Really! So charming!"

He explained in a panic, looking embarrassed and like a clown trying to hide his fear with a clumsy performance in front of a tiger.

Takakura Bunta ignored him.

He just slowly loosened his hand and threw the already messed up pile of garbage mixed with tobacco and paper scraps into the trash can on the side of the road.

Then, he raised his head, and his cloudy eyes under the sunglasses looked at the distant sky that was dyed a strange purple-red by neon lights. His eyes, like a beast trapped in a cage, were full of endless desire for freedom.

After a long time, he slowly exhaled, and that breath seemed to take away all the resentment in his half life.

"Suzuki."

His voice was no longer hoarse or suppressed, but full of calmness: "You don't have to say anymore. I... understand everything."

He turned around and looked at his partner, who had already been frightened to the point of being pale and trembling like a sieve. A deep fatigue appeared on his ferocious face.

"I made a decision."

He spoke word by word, and that voice was like a death knell for his past, and also like a horn for his future.

"Three more years."

"When I save enough money, I'll go back to Kasukabe."

"Go open my kindergarten."

"Go find..."

“My ideals and dreams!”

After he finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to his partner who was already stunned by his words. He turned around and took steady and firm steps, blending into the streets of Tokyo that were full of strange lights but incompatible with him.

His back is still tall and strong, still full of oppression.

But for some reason, Suzuki read a sense of relief and a determination to move towards a new life from that sense of oppression.

He looked at the back, then at his own empty hands. At that moment, a feeling of inexplicable sadness arose in his heart, which he himself had not even noticed...

envious.

And Takakura Bunta silently thanked the young man in his heart whom he had only met once.

He knew that his dream, which had long been rusted by reality, was polished again tonight because of that young man's seemingly casual encouragement, and it shone with a bright light that was enough to illuminate the rest of his life.

"Wait for me, children."

He muttered to himself, and a hint of almost gentle, sacred light appeared on that ferocious face.

"Uncle...will be back soon."

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Chapter 119: "Super Change" National Auditions Begin! The Subversion of the Era is Coming!

In early September, the summer heat in Tokyo has not yet completely dissipated. Like a beast that refuses to leave, it still emits irritating heat waves on the asphalt roads.

However, in the air-conditioned office of [Nohara Hiroshi's Independent Production Department], which was as hot as Siberia, the atmosphere was extremely heated and exciting.

To be precise, it is the [Anzhiju Animation Production Classroom].

"Everyone is here?"

Nohara Hiroshi's arrival instantly put an end to the noisy discussions in the animation classroom.

His eyes calmly swept over the team that was beginning to take shape in front of him.

Hashijitaro, the man who had just been pulled back from the brink of hell by his own hands, was now standing straight in the front like a javelin.

He had long since lost his initial dejection. His brand new suit was ironed without a single wrinkle. His eyes, once filled with regret and despair, now only held pure fanaticism.

Behind him are the trio of Minamimura Hoshi, Hase Rozo and Kitagawa Yao, who also look refreshed.

An old veteran.

And four young assistants who had just been "poached" from other departments, with a bit of restraint and curiosity on their faces.

"Hi! Minister!" Hashijitaro bowed deeply, his voice full of energy and loud.

"Sit down." Nohara Hiroshi pointed to the conference table and walked slowly to the whiteboard.

He didn't say too much nonsense, because this time he came to explain the core of "Anzhiju" on a daily basis, which was also equivalent to business training for this classroom.

Nohara Hiroshi picked up a pen and wrote two big words on the white board - "soul".

"Let me ask you, what do you think is the soul of 'Anzhiju'?"

This question stunned everyone present.

"Is it... the style?" a new assistant tentatively replied, "That rough, unique style with a kamishiba-like feel?"

"It's a story!" Nancun Xing immediately retorted, like a fervent fan defending his idol. "It's those urban legends that are rooted in real life but are terrifying when you think about them carefully!"

"I think it's the atmosphere." Hashijitachi pondered for a moment and gave a more professional answer: "It's that unspeakable, spine-chilling feeling lurking beneath the everyday tranquility."

Nohara Hiroshi listened quietly, then shook his head.

"What you said is all right, but not the core."

“The soul of ‘Dark Zhiju’ is not a ghost story, it talks about…the ghosts in people’s hearts.”

He turned around, his eyes gleaming with seriousness.

"It tells the story of our fear of the darkness behind us when we walk alone late at night; the unspeakable vigilance we feel when facing an overly enthusiastic stranger; and the deep-seated uneasiness we feel in this indifferent city."

"It's not trying to scare you, it's trying to amplify your fear and anxiety."

These words are very powerful.

It instantly illuminated the minds of everyone present, who had long been confined by traditional horror film routines.

"Magnify the anxiety..." Hashijitaro muttered to himself, and an unprecedented light of sudden enlightenment burst out from his eyes.

He had come into contact with the core of "Anzhiju" before.

But at that time, I just regarded "Anzhiju", or "Urban Tales" itself, as a scary point.

But unexpectedly, the real core is to amplify anxiety!

Amplify the original fear!

Then it’s psychological shock!

"So, what I need you to do is not just simple imitation."

Nohara Hiroshi's gaze swept over each person, like that of an experienced general pointing the way for his soldiers: "I want you to observe, to think, to dig out from your own lives those moments that send a chill down your spine. Then, turn it into a 'Dark Zhiju' that belongs to you."

He knew that the previous version of "Anzhiju" had gradually become mediocre since the sixth season due to a lack of creativity.

What he needs to do is to use this world, this fresh blood full of infinite possibilities, to inject new vitality into this IP, enough to allow it to last for decades.

"This is the complete artwork for the fourth season of 'Anzhiju'."

He placed a thick folder on the table. "This is your textbook, and also your... graduation exam. Read it, and then, everyone, give me an original story from Season Five."

"...Hi!" The class members looked at each other, but nodded seriously and took this task to heart.

But Nohara Hiroshi didn't care about the stories they provided.

In fact, the stories provided now are reserve materials for future preparation.

After all, the current "Dark Zhiju" can last until the tenth season, and if one season is broadcasted per month, it can last until next year.

The key point is that since the tenth season of "Dark House", the production level has really started to decline and become worse and worse.

So much so that Hiroshi Nohara felt embarrassed to plagiarize again.

Think about it now.

Nohara Hiroshi still decided to give his subordinates in this world a chance and qualified to produce the short animation of "Anzhiju".

This not only exercises people.

Or maybe, there will be unexpected surprises!

……

September, like a film with the fast-forward button pressed, was moving at a rapid pace under Nohara Hiroshi's terrifying efficiency of working on three fronts.

The Dark Martial Arts Tournament arc of "Yu Yu Hakusho" officially came to an end after that earth-shattering final battle. The sales of the single volume exceeded 20 million copies in one fell swoop, and it was officially crowned as the new generation of boys' comics king of "Weekly Shonen Jump".

On the other hand, "Doraemon", which is full of childlike fun and warmth, is like a fresh monsoon, quietly blowing into thousands of families in Japan, and planting a bright seed called "dream" and "friendship" in the hearts of those children who are still in elementary school.

Of course, the true king of this era is still the god-level program that has long broken through the scope of variety shows and evolved into a social phenomenon.

"Super Change".

When the fourth episode of the first season was broadcast on the last Saturday of September, the newly released ratings report was like a real hydrogen bomb, causing unprecedented shock in the entire Japanese television industry.

30.1%!

This number, like an insurmountable chasm, stands in the way of all variety shows.

It not only broke the highest ratings record in the history of Japanese variety shows, but also announced to the entire industry in an almost arrogant manner -

A brand new set of entertainment rules, belonging only to Hiroshi Nohara, has officially arrived.

……