1983 Past Life Manga King

“Ah, Akagi-kun. Long time no see.”

“Yeah. Good morning. Editor-in-chief.”

“okay. How have you been?”

“Yeah. Thanks. But what is the editor doing here?”

“To meet acquaintances here, as well as for business.”

After saying that, he shows a slight bewildered look when he finds out that Jiro’s gaze reached the boy hero in his hand.

“Ah, Samsara, you are looking good these days.”

I was a little surprised because I didn’t expect such words to come out of Tobu’s editor-in-chief.

But that was it.

“…that’s right.”

“From what I heard, I heard that Pasiencia is also in charge.”

“Yeah.”

This is not particularly surprising.

Because the publisher’s floor is narrow.

He, too, had recently heard about Tobu’s situation.

“It was. It was.”

It looks like something is a bit off.

Then he smiles at Jiro and taps his shoulder.

“Yeah, then I’m busy.”

Having said that, the editor slightly raised his hand and turned around.

Jiro bowed his head towards him.

Then he lifted his head and looked at the editor-in-chief’s back.

Shoulders drooping helplessly.

Recently, there have been rumors that Weekly Boy Tobu will be discontinued. It seems that the continued slump in sales was the reason.

This is an era in which numerous comic book publishers are repeatedly born and disappeared.

So publishers were desperate to find hit writers.

And the editor, who is now far away, has become a loser of this era.

It is an age of abundance, but the age of the weak and powerful.

I fell into such a heavy thought, and immediately turned around and entered the bookstore.

The End

After purchasing some of the books he was asked to do, Jiro immediately left the bookstore and went to a nearby cafe.

There are many posters of famous cartoons and anime from the entrance to the cafe, indicating that it is not a typical cafe. The same is true for the walls of the stairs.

When you go up to the second floor, you will see a steel door that looks like something you would see in a submarine or warship.

“Is this the entrance?”

The round glass windows at the level of people’s eyes make that feeling even stronger.

When I grabbed the door, only the shape looked like iron, but the material actually made seems to be wood.

Heck, you wouldn’t be able to put real steel doors in a typical cafe like this.

Anyway, I opened the door and went inside, thinking that it is a cafe that people who really like cartoons visit.

“welcome!”

Your gaze automatically turns to the sound that cools your ears.

A waitress dressed in pink with cute ponytails welcomes Jiro. Compared to a typical cafe, the female waitresses dress more in this place.

To say the least, it looks like she’s wearing the clothes of a cartoon character.

Come to think of it, I think I’ve heard that employee attire like this is in vogue these days.

But that’s not the only thing different from other places.

That was the atmosphere.

The waitresses are friendly everywhere you go, but this one feels especially friendly.

It’s a burden because all the female employees passing by are smiling excessively at them.

“Ah, editor! This way!”

The woman with glasses who recognized Jiro at the table by the window waved her hand.

When her Jiro identified her and went straight to her, the crowd around her table welcomed her.

“Good morning. Editor.”

“welcome.”

“Yeah, how was everyone?”

“Yeah.”

“We are always the same.”

It is a circle formed by Samsara fans, but after visiting several meetings to say hello, they became close enough to call each other.

Most of the meetings are made up of high school students and college students, or men and women who are new to society.

As soon as Jiro sat down at her seat, he ordered her a cup of coffee and immediately cut into the conversation.

“What did you say?”

“Samsara.”

After all, it is only natural that the purpose of the meeting itself is Samsa.

A high school girl asked Jiro with a smile.

“Isn’t the editor very busy these days?”

“a little.”

“Not a little. You must be busy with Samsara and Pasiencia.”

“The Dark Princess serialization has been decided, but the editor doesn’t say that?”

“Are you stupid? That’s a big hero. Big Hero. Of course it will be different.”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“Oh, is that so?”

“no. I do it too.”

Everyone is surprised by Jiro’s words.

“uh? really?”

“It’s a different magazine, is that possible?”

“It’s possible because it’s the same publisher.”

“Isn’t it? First of all, magazines are different.”

“Would it still be okay? It’s the same building, so what?”

“Even if the company is the same, if the departments are different, the work will be different. Do you not know because you know the company?”

“Yeah. I hope Seto-san is a member of society.”

“Uh huh. It’s okay to know.”

“Anyway, it’s a different magazine.”

After listening to the conversation, Jiro took a deep breath.

“You make decisions amongst yourself with the parties in front.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry.”

There was a lot of laughter and chatter, and one of the people in the crowd raised a hand.

“Hey, editor. That’s what you said before.”

“Oh yeah. Didn’t you say that you would bring a finished short manuscript?”

At Jiro’s words, the man’s expression brightened.

“Yeah. You remembered it.”

“Of course. That’s my job. Can I see you now?”

“Now?”

“Why? Didn’t you?”

“no. I brought it now.”

“Then give it to me. If other people are concerned, will we see each other separately?”

“It is not. I’ve seen most of them here already, huh?”

“Then see you right now.”

“Yeah.”

Then the man took the manuscript out of his bag and handed it to the person next to him. The manuscript was then passed from hand to hand to Jiro.

“We’ve seen some, too, and the feeling is quite similar.”

When someone speaks, everyone smiles and nods their heads.

“Is it similar?”

“Yeah. It feels like Samsara.”

“Ah.”

Jiro nodded and opened the manuscript.

The first chapter is titled ‘Dharma Chakra’.

For some reason, it is a word that feels similar to samsara.

“It’s Sanskrit. In Buddhism, the term is used as the wheel of the law.”

As the man who drew the picture spoke, Jiro nodded his head.

Looking at the manga slowly, as people say, it really has a Samsara atmosphere. But that’s just the mood for the picture, and the content is not a zombie type but a ghost

close to the story.

It is a story of a kind of exorcist who deals with various monsters in Japanese mythology when they infiltrate the human world and cause problems.

The main character seems to be related to Buddhism.

It’s messy because I’m not used to the drawings, but it’s simple and quite fun.

Considering that he is still a rookie, this is not a bad result.

“How is it?”

When Jiro finished reading the manuscript and put it down, the man asked.

Jiro postponed the answer and read it carefully one more time, then nodded his head and said.

“The painting is very similar to Samsara. Especially the characters and the atmosphere.”

“Yeah. Samsara studied a lot of painting.”

“Well done. A rookie should start by imitation and improve their skills.”

“Thank you.”

“The story is interesting. The material is a little special, but I like it because the content is simple and easy.”

At Jiro’s words, the people around him praise the man for a good job.

“Later, come to the publishing house separately with this manuscript and your name. Then let’s have a meeting. If I look at a few places, I think it might be included in the monthly new rookie application.”

“really?”

“okay. But, don’t go anywhere else, you must bring it to me.”

“of course.”

The man is very happy.

As his colleagues around him congratulate him even more, the atmosphere becomes even more noisy.

Then a woman checks her wrist watch and keeps her gaze on the door.

Looking at such a woman, she asked Jiro as if puzzled.

“Why?”

“Ah yes. There is another person coming to our meeting, but he hasn’t come yet.”

“Who will come? who?”

“Ah, you’re an old office worker, and like us, you’re a Samsara fan.”

“Are you old?”

“I don’t know for sure. What, mid to late 30s? Do you know the age of Tamura-san?”

“I don’t know.”

“I also.”

Everyone tilts their heads. Anyway, looking at the atmosphere, it seems that he is the oldest in this group.

And it’s probably someone new to the meeting recently.

After all, what does age mean to a fan?

Anyway, Jiro thought it was time to get up for something else and told everyone.

“I am busy now, so I have to go. I’ll stop by next time when the time is right.”

“Are you going already?”

“uh.”

“Thank you for attending on purpose.”

“right.”

“Goodbye. Akagi-san.”

“See you on the wall again. Editor.”

“uh. okay. See you next.”

As I said hello and stood up, the girl who had been paying attention to her door opened her mouth.

“Ah, here it is.”

“···········?”

At that moment, a hoarse voice came from behind Jiro’s back.

“Haha, sorry, sorry. I’ve been busy with work, so I’m here now.”

“Oh, come on. Tamura-san.”

“It’s okay. You’re busy with your job. You have to understand that.”

“Mr. Tamura. nice to meet you.”

Jiro immediately turned his gaze and greeted a man named Tamura.

“Good morning. Former Akagi Jiro, Weekly Shonen Heroes… uh?”

“What?!”

“Kiki······. town!”

“Ah, this. Let’s go out and talk first.”

Immediately, Tamura clasped Jiro’s mouth with a heavy hand and dragged him out. Seeing the two of them like that, they both looked puzzled.

“Didn’t you just say key?”

“Well? You two seem to know each other?”

“I don’t see you as just an acquaintance?”

“Then what does it look like?”

“Somehow, it looks like you’re being taken by a loan shark.”