1983 Past Life Manga King

this is so weird

But she was startled by Nishida’s words.

– Until the zombie samurai are caught.

“What?”

– Maybe I’m right. Have you read the latest zombie samurai story?

“Why do I read such garbage cartoons?”

He smiled again at Kido’s answer.

That laugh sounds bad, but now I’m curious about Nishida’s next story.

-Mr. Kido really hasn’t changed.

“Tell me the gist.”

-Yeah. Okay.

Then we talked again.

– This time, the development of the zombie samurai followed Samsara’s development.

“Damn you.”

-But now, while Samsara hesitated, the story went further. And that’s in a way that’s predictable because the plot of the story is so obvious.

“……”

-By the way, this is too obvious, and the story of Samsa is not progressing in that situation. It’s like, ‘Go first.’ I feel like I’m giving up my seat.

“…Then, was Samsara’s intention to drag you off like this?”

– It’s something I’ve been doing for a while.

“Are you saying this is a trap? Do you attract manga that is a zombie samurai or a zombie adoptee?”

– You might think so. Because I don’t know for sure.

“Yes, I think so.”

– Yeah. what is it… … .

“Okay.”

Click.

I hung up the phone right away.

Then, sit back on the back of the chair.

It’s a trap… … .

trap.

All of a sudden, the corners of his mouth rise without realizing it.

And immediately laughed out loud.

“Hahahahahaha!”

Suddenly, Kido couldn’t stop laughing.

Then the fishermen who were around looked at Kido with surprised eyes. Then I looked back at the bar.

Namba’s expression suddenly changed to a triumphant expression. Then his mouth moves.

‘What do you think? Am I right?’

It was because he overheard Kido’s conversation and thought he was right.

However, the fishermen soon returned to their original form and chatted among themselves.

“Ah, that’s not much. I couldn’t come to a proper conclusion.”

“right.”

“The strange thing is that we were also feeling a little bit.”

Namba’s expression distorted in response to such a reaction.

“you… … .”

Kido, who had been laughing for a while, looked back at Namba and asked.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, no. There is no such thing.”

“okay?”

Having said that, he immediately turned his gaze upward again and muttered to himself.

“Well then. There is no way that a story like this can suddenly unfold.”

Saying that, he laughed again.

***

Nishida looked down at the broken handset and made an impression. And then he grumbled with an absurd expression on his face.

“This person really hasn’t changed at all.”

At that time, Otake, who was standing next to him, looked at him and opened his mouth with a curious expression.

“What did Teacher Kido say?”

“I have no interest in such a fool.”

“Yeah?”

Otake looked at Nishida with a puzzled expression and smiled.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Because of someone who continues to care so much about that stupid teacher.”

At that moment, Nishida’s expression distorted.

“Sheesh, you know too much.”

As Nishida grumbled, Otage said with a smile.

“Are you going to commit a perfect crime?”

“shut up! Aren’t you busy?”

“This meeting is the busiest right now.”

“Damn it.”

Let’s try (5)(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

Early moning.

in front of the main entrance of the studio.

“Sorry every time.”

“Well, it’s okay. We have to throw it away anyway.”

At my words, the old grandmother who came from the house next door bowed her head several times and went out carrying various waste papers from our studio.

Her grandmother lives near her, and she comes here about once a month to pick up the waste paper, and she’s not the kind of pastime she does in my days.

In this day and age, it is impossible to see such a thing, and it is said that the purpose of taking the waste paper is actually for the sake of grandchildren.

From what I heard, grandsons and granddaughters, who are elementary school students, or even national students, seemed to do the scrap-collecting thing at school once or twice a month.

At the national level, it was implemented for the purpose of saving materials, and there was a justification to reduce waste, but it was not a simple problem in a house with children.

There is a regular collection of scraps, not just once a year, so if you don’t have a proper collection of scraps at home, you may have to buy an empty bottle at the store and pay it to school.

Anyway, I met this grandmother by chance last year, and she knew that she was worried about the scraps of her two grandchildren, and told her to come on a day when she needed it.

“Because I am very concerned about that. Considering how hard I worked to get your scraps.”

Even her mother bites her tongue if she remembers her past.

In the afternoon, the parcel arrived in the studio.

These are the parcels Jiro sends regularly from Japan.

When I opened it, I saw the latest edition of the boys’ magazine and various material booklets.

First, I looked at the boys’ magazines.

“… … ?”

However, the story of the zombie samurai was progressing faster than I expected.

As soon as I saw it, I told Park Sang-sik.

“Should I change the storyline a bit?”

Park Sang-sik also hears me about the progress of the zombie samurai and immediately nods his head.

“I guess so. If Samsara continues to develop like this, it may result in lower grades in the questionnaire.”

Originally, it was planned to take more than 2-3 weeks.

Because I wondered if that would fit the story of a zombie samurai.

However, surprisingly, they reacted too quickly to the bait we threw.

The story progressed too quickly.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m a new writer or because the person in charge is impatient, but thanks to this, we don’t have any reason to waste our time, so that’s nice.

“I have to sort out useless stories and move on with the story at once.”

“Oh, I hope that too. Still, I was very frustrated while composing the story.”

At that time, fishermen also intervened in our conversation.

“I also felt frustrated because samsara seems to be getting too loose these days.”

“Yes. I was very upset when I heard the news that I had to give up my hard-earned first place, but it felt like I had lost my gold medal at the Olympics.”

“I don’t like losing to Japan even if I don’t know anything else.”

Not wanting to lose in competition with Japan is no different from the era I lived in.

Last year, we lost the soccer match between Korea and Japan 2-1, so is that one still left?

Anyway, since the opponent has already taken the bait and has already advanced the story, it is time to start properly.

First of all, I decided to revise the storyline that was planned for three weeks.

In fact, I was digging a few more traps because I thought they might not be easily caught, but if it was done in a hurry, there would be no need to proceed.

A lot of time was wasted in re-editing the storyline, but on the contrary, I gained a lot.

Thanks to digging deeper into the story, it was possible to expand the story further, and Seon-hee also intervened to make the story more interesting.

Anyway, at first, it was just a project that started with the idea of ​​simply feeding a zombie samurai, but now, regardless of that, the story seems to be more interesting.

Of course, there have been some boring sections these past few weeks, but the deeper the goal, the higher the mountain.

By late afternoon, Park Sang-sik’s continuity was roughly finished.

When I pass it on to Seon-hee, it doesn’t take a lot of time because I tend to pass it briefly except for the lines.

“I’m home.”

“Come on.”

As soon as Seon-hee returned from school, she opened her mouth to see the newly completed storyline.

“This is fun.”

put on a satisfied face

Recently, the story has become a bit more complicated because I tend to accept Seon-hee’s opinion a lot.

That’s why, once a story goes awry, it’s difficult to fix it.

Of course, that also means that it is detailed and interesting.

But I try to keep the story as simple as possible.

Anyway, there are more light readers.

Of course, it is my responsibility to solve it easily, but then, Daebong Lee came to visit me after a long time.

These days, each time a phone call comes in, the area is different, whether it’s for the fun of traveling around the country on Stellar.

Yesterday, it was a famous Chinese restaurant in Daegu.

But has this human skin turned black?

“How are you all?”

The fishermen opened their mouths when they saw Lee Daebong turned black.

“Summer hasn’t even started in earnest yet, but look at your skin already burnt. Have you been to any beach?”

“I would also buy a luxury car. It seems like he is even wandering around in arms.”

“There are many famous places near the sea. And while I was there, I was going to dive into the sea, but it wasn’t that great yet, but I still made a lot of friends.”

Saying so, he scratched his head and smiled, revealing his white teeth.

At that time, Silver, who had been concentrating on the work with his head banged, mumbled.

“Well, at least they are women.”

“uh? how did you know?”

At those words, Park Sang-sik intervened this time.

“Why don’t you know that? You get along more easily with women than with men.”

At that, Daebong Lee scratched the back of his head and laughed.

“Haha, is that so? After all, I have more personalities with women.”

“Does it become easy if you have a personality that suits you? It’s because your face looks like a swallow.”

“Hey, the swallows were too. A kind and sincere person like me.”

“There are many people who are sincere and kind.”

Park Sang-sik is proud of what he is angry about.

Ttt, yes, I know the human heart very well.

Poor Park Sang-sik.

I still can’t speak properly to my sister.

But, what’s wrong with handsome Lee Dae-bong?

However, Daebong Lee clapped his palms to see if there was something more important than this conversation.

“Oh right. They were preparing for the fire ceremony at a famous middle school playground in downtown today. There were a lot of aunts and uncles gathered around.”

By the way, it’s already May.

Well, every year in May, comic books are burned at the stake.

Every time, when they gather about what they are so dissatisfied with, they tremble with a full-length speech of anger.

As if burning comic books would make all the children suddenly become smarter or grow into great adults.

To be honest, even if it’s not like this, it’s a very difficult time for comics in this era.

In this era, there was a thing called comic book censorship, but it was just like the oppression of comic book censorship because it was so talkative.

From what I heard, Dooly was also a human child.

Otherwise, it would have been deliberation. It’s also a problem for children to talk nonsense to adults.

So, in the first place, it is said that comics like Jjjanggu cannot be serialized in present-day Korea.

Well, in Japan, there is a difference of degree, but there is an organization of parents and teachers called PTA (Parent Teacher Association).

They are also notorious in Japan, and even in the 80s, they are still in conflict with cartoonists countless times. However, compared to the 60s and 70s, it is only a little less active,

“I just came from there fighting aunts and uncles who wore diagonal bands like Miss Korea.”

Daebong Lee said with an excited voice.

“Oh, you came back without being beaten to death?”

“Well, I was talking loudly from afar, and I just ran away because they came. Am I still running fast?”

At those words, Park Sang-sik and I turned into an absurd expression.

“Ah, something out of shape seems to be being drawn in front of my eyes.”

“I also.”

Lee Dae-bong turns the topic this time, as if he is embarrassed even thinking about something.

“What do you think. Did you bite the bait well? A cartoon called that zombie samurai.”