1983 Past Life Manga King

“Wow, I saw it for the first time, and that’s pretty interesting. There is also a sense of place. Watching the fights makes me excited. Besides, it’s even more interesting because the target is a manga for a magazine we’re serializing. Next time Sunny or Tengen-sensei comes to the studio to play, I want to make sure to get their autographs.”

Saying that, he looked at Kido.

He’s someone I’m familiar with, so I’m looking forward to it.

But, contrary to his wishes, Kido still couldn’t take his eyes off the screen. He seemed to have not heard anything at all, so he ate his mouth with an expression of disappointment.

At that time, Kido, who had her eyes fixed on the show where pretty girls were dancing happily in swimsuits, slowly opened her mouth.

“Really, it’s Yunan. Because he is my younger brother.”

Saying so, he giggles.

At the same time, Kido is still satisfied with the body of the beautiful girl in the advertisement.

Are you really satisfied with the video, or are you satisfied with the performances of Tengen and Sunny, as he said?

The fishermen looked at him like that with a strange expression, and immediately felt a sense of popularity, and immediately put their head on the desk to work on the manuscript again.

However, Kido, who had not noticed such an atmosphere at all, was still immersed in the TV with a smile on his face. Then he heard a soft, yet chilly voice.

“Oh, you look happy.”

“Of course it is.”

Having said that, Kido stopped. Then he slowly turned his head toward the source of the voice.

“Oh, honey.”

I saw Kido’s wife standing there, holding her tray with her usual bright smile.

“I thought you were working hard. You were resting while watching an interesting broadcast.”

At that moment, Kido glanced at the TV with a squint, and still saw the pretty girl in the advertisement advertising jelly with bewitching movements.

Ordinarily, advertisements are so short, but why are advertisements so long these days?

Suddenly, she felt a tingling sensation in her back and turned her gaze back to her wife.

It was the woman’s infinitely gentle smile, but it felt as if her heart was frozen as she felt something inside.

He immediately looked for the remote control. However, the remote control is owned by Namba.

But Namba is immersed in her work with her head bowed.

For a moment, Kido fell into despair.

Persona of Despair (4)

Jiro sent a videotape from Japan.

– It was broadcast a few days ago in Japan. I sent it because you might be curious.

When I heard the story, I was curious.

It’s a kind of fun issue discussion broadcast, but it feels more like an entertainment program rather than a discussion.

But when I heard that this broadcast dealt with ‘Persona of Despair’, I was very curious and watched it, and it was a little disappointing as it was no different from the Japanese broadcast I had seen in the future.

And when a panelist said, ‘Because Japan is a developed country, such a thing will never happen.’

To be honest, Japan is a developed country in terms of economy, but it is not politics.

Of course, that should never happen, and it’s understandable that it’s hard to admit that it’s going to happen, though. Even if I’m Japanese, I think so.

However, since I’m Korean, I said that I must have made it with some intention, so I have nothing to say.

Anyway, I was curious about Silver too, so I came to the room next to the studio and watched it together.

A few other fishermen also followed, and they seem to understand how hard they are working in Japanese recently.

“Is it because they are a country with a lot of fear of radiation for a long time? It’s a very harsh reaction.”

“Still, it’s a little off-putting that I can’t believe it because I am Korean.”

Silver spoke with a normal expression, but unlike him, Somi Park made an impression by puffing her cheeks out of anger.

“Still, I don’t want to think about such a thing happening in Japan, so it might be a natural reaction. If even I, honestly, expressed the future of Korea like that, I think there would be a resentment.”

“The problem, Ki-cheol, is that you are very considerate. In times like these, we, Koreans, should unite.”

“Ah yes······.”

“You look dissatisfied? What, tell me.”

Park So-mi pushed Kim Ki-cheol.

“Oh, no.”

“No, I have a complaint.”

“No.”

Seeing these two, Silver opened her mouth again.

“Still, that’s great. If we even talk about this cartoon on the air.”

“Probably because of Chernobyl, which happened a while ago. After a few days, little by little information is coming out. It must be more because the manga came out at such a sensitive time.”

“Nevertheless, Korea is quiet. Is it because it happened far away?”

Somi Park interrupted Silver’s words.

“The Asian Games are held in September. These days, Korea is all about the Asian Games and the Olympics.”

Immediately, Kim Ki-cheol intervened again.

“Yes. At the Los Angeles Olympics held last year, he won six gold medals, so interest in athletes is very high these days. Personally, I would like Kim Jae-yeop from Judo to insult Hosogawa from Japan this time.”

I also watched that match, and I still remember how well I did but lost in vain because I got caught in a press.

Anyway, Korea is ahead of such a big event, so there is a strong feeling that news from other countries is taken lightly.

Whether it was last year or the year before, I was surprised by a small article that appeared in the newspaper at that time. At that time, there was a warning from the IMF on the side of the newspaper.

Korea at this time did not know what the IMF was, but I remember reading the article in shock as I was a generation that had heard the stories of people who crossed over that generation.

Oh, and this year’s World Cup in Mexico is also attracting the public’s attention. I’m hoping for the first win in history, but that’s something that will only happen in 2002.

Anyway, Korea was such a time.

“By the way, isn’t this dangerous?”

Park So-mi asked me with a worried expression.

“What?”

“A persona of despair. Looking at the broadcast now, it seems that Japan is also taking this issue seriously. Is it possible that the serialization will be discontinued?”

“I do not know. I don’t know.”

When I answered with a shrug, Park So-mi’s expression became more concerned.

“Aren’t you taking it too lightly? If this becomes a problem and sparks spread to other comics…”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“There’s no need to think ahead and worry like that. And in today’s Japan, the serialization will not be stopped so easily just because it deals with social issues through manga.”

Of course, this is just my brain teaser.

However, in Japan at this time, when the bubble economy began in earnest, it was a time when there was more psychological leeway than when I lived, so I am just looking forward to it.

It is a law of generosity, whether it be a person or a country, if there is room for it.

“You are great too. There would be no need to take such a risk, if you dare to make up a story like this.”

I laughed at Silver’s words.

“Now that I have it, I have a story to tell.”

“What are you talking about? Are you saying you can’t do it now?”

But I didn’t answer that question.

Because it might get complicated this way and that if I talk about it.

Then the door opened and Sung Joon-hee popped out her head.

“Hwan-ah Yoon, call Akagi-san.”

uh? I called you earlier, what happened again? Have you ever talked about it on another show?

With a puzzled expression on her face, she went into the studio and answered the phone.

– It seems that the impact of this work is quite large.

It’s kind of an unusual voice.

“Is the wave big? Are you on the show again?”

– It’s not a TV show. This time it’s a newspaper.

“A newspaper?”

– Yeah. A famous columnist published a critique of manga.

“·················ogue.”

It’s called a criticism column in a newspaper…

It seems that things are getting bigger than I expected.

* * *

Shingo Sudo, the editor-in-chief of Boy Hero, stood in front of the conference room door with a nervous expression and took a deep breath. Then he immediately shut his mouth and opened the door.

As you enter, you can see middle-aged executives staring at you around a large round table.

Most of the executives looked uncomfortable, and some of them were staring at them with sharp eyes.

The vice president who hosted the meeting is seated in the center of the table.

He looked at the editor and opened his mouth.

“Sit down there.”

When I suggested an empty seat, the editor cautiously sat down.

As soon as he sat down, an executive looked at him and said in a sharp voice.

“There has been a complaint from the PTA (Japan Parent Association). Does it make sense to put such a cruel story in a boy’s manga? What does the editor think?”

The editor calmly answered the executive’s question with an unwavering voice.

“The PTA was originally a manga-hating organization. After all, other than this cartoon, there are many other cartoons that are being pointed out. I don’t really care.”

“What do you mean, because I don’t know how much breath the group has?”

“If we had only paid attention to the group’s words, the Japanese manga industry would not have developed as it is now. Wasn’t it a group that built up comic books on a regular basis and set fire to them, saying that they interfered with children’s studies in the 1960s, and suppressed cartoonists?

At the words of the editor, the executive’s face turned red.

“·······Though, I can’t just ignore them…’

“That’s Okay. Let’s stop talking about PTA.”

“·················ogue.”

At the vice president’s words, the executive kept his mouth shut.

Then another executive, with a serious expression, tapped the table with his finger and said:

“It’s not just the PTA. Right now, all the publishers are getting calls about this manga. The reason is that it seems to create fear in the people more than necessary.”

“Are you telling me to stop the serialization?”

“Their demand is, of course, to stop the serialization. But, I want to know what the editor thinks.”

“Of course, there is absolutely no stopping the serialization.”

As the editor-in-chief spoke firmly, the executive clapped his hands and asked.

“Why not? Please explain.”

At those words, the editor stood taller.

“If we respond to these demands one by one, the policy of oppression against cartoonists will continue as in the past. If cartoonists receive such indiscriminate offers for their creations, it will eventually lead to a recession in the publishing industry.”

“······Well.”

This time, the officer nodded, loosened the scabbard, and leaned his body against the backrest.

Then other executives asked questions.

“So, what do you think the editor-in-chief is not to worry about such a thing?”

“It’s not that we don’t care, it’s that we have to act as a breakwater to block the waves from outside.”

“breakwater?”

“That’s right. I think protecting cartoonists is one of the things our editorial department should do.”

“I don’t think it’s good to just protect yourself.”

“If we don’t do this, cartoonists will leave our publishing house. If that happens, we will eventually disintegrate.”

One of the executives who heard it giggled.

The editor-in-chief put on a bewildered expression on such an action.

“I heard that boy heroes are doing well these days, but editor-in-chief, it’s not normal.”

“········Oh, sorry.”

“I’m not saying I’m sorry.”

“Yeah?”

“A compliment, a compliment. In this case, there are blind spots. He’s a really fun guy.”

“·················ogue.”

Having said that, the executive shrugged his chin and looked back at the vice president with a smile.

Other executives looked at him with similar expressions.

The executive smiled and said to the vice president.

“Does the vice-president also say something now? I think we’re done. If I push it further, it seems that the seeds won’t work.”

At that, the vice president smiled lightly and nodded his head.

“i See.”

At the sudden remark, the editor put on a puzzled expression.

“We only called because we were curious about the editor’s position. In such a difficult situation, if the editor-in-chief had been in an awkward position, he was rather trying to rebuke him. Well, nothing to worry about.”

“·················ogue.”

“The president also gave instructions to endure external pressure unconditionally, so the editor-in-chief just pushes it through.”

“Ah yes.”

When the editor answered, the vice president nodded his head as if satisfied, and suddenly clapped his hands as if he remembered something.

“Oh, and Sunny, I heard that there was an autograph session last time.”

“Yeah. That’s right. The response has been quite good.”

“Yeah, he said so. Anyway, can you get me an autograph?”

“Yeah?”

At that time, the other executives also joined in the conversation with awkward smiles.

“Please get Mr. Sunny’s autograph, editor-in-chief. Me and my son are absolute fans.”

“Me too, please.”

“Well, if there is an opportunity, it’s good to invite them to the company and take a group photo.”

“No, can I tell Mr. Sunny to come and go? Even if we are going to Korea directly.”

“Oh, that would be nice. How about you, Editor-in-Chief?”

“Ah, there…”

Then, suddenly, a loud noise was heard from the speaker in the phone.

– What are you saying? now! You’re doing this because you don’t know what kind of person Sunny is in our publishing house!

It was the voice of Mitsuda Shoten’s president, Mitsuda Hiroyuki.

Anyway, the executives were startled by the president’s shouting.

Turns out, he was listening to all the contents of the meeting on the phone.

– Editor-in-Chief!

“Ah yes!”

– You just have to push it the way you originally thought it would. And if there are newspapers or groups that put pressure on them, let them know. I will meet them in person. got it?

“······Yeah. Okay.”

Persona of Despair (5)

When talking about the Chernobyl accident on the air, the story of a “persona of despair” often followed.