I'm a pirate in Tokyo

Early the next morning, Wu Sheng received a call from Tina.

Yan said that for some reason, Crow suddenly found Keya's guardian to resign last night, and told himself how he concealed his identity and asked Jango to get rid of Usopp.

Then Keya's guardian immediately called the police.

Tina, who had been keeping an eye on Crowe for a long time, naturally received the news and immediately took Crowe back to the police station.

While she was relieved, she also felt strange, because as long as Crowe remained silent, there was nothing she could do against him.

However, after she expressed her doubts to Garp, she only got one sentence: "Follow the rules and don't worry about anything else."

She naturally muttered in her heart, although this matter involves your grandson, there are too many weird things in it. If you don't investigate it carefully, will it be worthy of the police badge on your shoulder?

"It seems that I have to investigate secretly by myself..." The more Tina thought about what happened, the more doubtful she became. She had an obsessive-compulsive disorder and decided to secretly investigate these high school students by herself.

"...Yes, Usopp-san, I have asked him to return to school...Okay, we will keep in touch, and maybe you and Usopp-san will make a note... .OK, bye."

"Yeah, goodbye." Wu Sheng hung up Tina's call, yawned, and looked at the slightly bright sky outside the window, a little dazed.

It’s only what time it is, and I’m calling even before dawn!

He rubbed his hair, which had slept like a chicken coop, and stood up to stretch his muscles: "But the reaction to the destruction of this palace came too quickly, right? He actually surrendered overnight... Now that you're awake, let's go Exercise.”

Wu Sheng took a shower, walked into the room that was turned into a gym, and started today's homework.

If this guy had been so diligent when he was young in his previous life, he would have already achieved good health and wealth.

......

I exercise with energy, take a shower and go to school with energy, and then paddle in the water for a day with energy at school.

Finally, school ended in the afternoon.

Usopp still didn't come to school today. After being protected for so many days, he was worried about Keya. After all, Keya hadn't replied to the messages she sent him while half asleep and half awake in the past few days.

As soon as Tina informed him that he could leave, she hurried to the hospital. She probably had to stay in the hospital with Keya for a day.

How he explained his disappearance is unknown. He went home with Nami as soon as school was over, because today was the date when Hattori came to pick up the manuscript for the third episode, and he would also bring the "Weekly Shōnen JUNK" that was released on Monday. "Sample, that is, the magazine that published the first chapter of "Notes of the Death King".

"Okay, the third chapter was completed on time. Mr. Fukada's painting skills have improved significantly in the past two weeks!" Hattori finished reading the third chapter of "Death King's Notes" and looked at the manuscript in his hand with sigh. He was originally worried about his assistant. They only come four days a week and the quality of the drawings cannot be guaranteed. Now I am sure that his worries are unnecessary.

"What a genius! In just two weeks, he has already made tremendous progress!" He thought in his mind, but he did not say this compliment. He was afraid that young people would have unstable mentality and be easily arrogant.

When Nami heard Hattori say that she was making rapid progress, she couldn't help but laugh proudly. The hard work involved was really not appreciated by outsiders.

Hattori put away the drawings and was about to leave when he found Wu Sheng and Nami still staring at him and asked: "Is there anything else?"

"Magazine samples, Mr. Hattori!" Wu Sheng urged. He didn't ask for leave today and had to rush back to GM Tokyo to work!

"Oh! Look at my memory..." Hattori took out two thick magazines from his bag and handed them to Wu Sheng and Nami respectively.

The cover page of the magazine is a large color page of Yue and the God of Death Ryuk, with words on the left and right sides and at the bottom: [The genius high school student combination reappears! New serialization! Notes of the Death King! 】

In the lower left corner are their names: [Image: Nami Fukada; Screenplay: Asahi Takeda]

None of them used pen names, all because of Wu Sheng's plan of "increasing visibility = increasing influence = increasing combat effectiveness".

At that time, he had not thought that the world of sin was so complicated, that the water was so deep, and that there were even other awakened beings.

When he saw his and Nami's names appear on it, Wu Sheng also felt a little regretful. He felt that he was a bit reckless. He made this decision after listening to Eligg's half-informed explanation.

It’s too late to regret now. The sample issue is now available, so this issue should have been completely printed, and now it’s time to start loading and shipping it across the country...

"From now on when I go to the criminal world, I'll just use a nickname instead of my real name..." Wu Sheng regretted in his heart: "Hey, the nickname can be Wu Sheng! Not bad, not bad..."

Wu Sheng, who could never forget his real name, praised himself in his heart. After all, forgetting the past would be tantamount to betrayal. He was in Cao Ying but his heart was in Han.

Wu Sheng looked at his name and was fascinated. Nami had already opened the magazine and gently touched the work she had drawn one stroke at a time. Although her heart had settled down on this matter, she still couldn't help but feel it when she actually touched the magazine. His eyes were reddish and quite excited.

Neither Hattori nor the assistants disturbed the two of them.

They know that this kind of joy of success needs to be tasted secretly in their hearts. The two of them are young, but they are just in a daze, and they are already relatively stable.

Wu Sheng read it roughly, wanting to check if there were any omissions, but suddenly realized that the publishing house must have a proofreading department, so he didn't need to worry about it. He calmed down, picked up the magazine, stood up, and bowed slightly again to thank Hattori. .

Nami heard this and quickly thanked Hattori again.

"You're welcome, these are all your own talents. Okay, keep working hard!" Hattori quickly stood up in return and said seriously to Wu Sheng: "Takeda-kun, don't forget your promise to me!"

Wu Sheng knew that he was talking about part-time work, and was a little embarrassed. He felt that he was indeed a bit unauthentic, and nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, remember, as soon as we fall out of sixth place, we will start adjusting the storyboards... ..."

After all, Hattori was an old editor. He had worked at JUNK for many years and already knew that some geniuses had strange quirks. He restrained his desire to forcefully persuade Wu Sheng not to work part-time. I guessed that the death of both parents made this 16-year-old high school student feel insecure, so he worked so hard to make money.

So he decided to temporarily reserve his opinion until he fell to sixth place in the readers' votes, and then persuade Wu Sheng and Nami.

"Then I'll say goodbye and go back to the company. Come on, I'll tell you the readers' voting rankings a few days after it goes on sale next week."

"Okay, sorry to bother you."

Wu Sheng and Nami saw Hattori out.

Wu Sheng didn't stay too long after that. He said hello to his two assistants and went to GM Tokyo with the sample magazine. He promised to let his GM friends see his work as soon as possible.

Wu Sheng then went out.

The two assistant girls came close to Nami and asked a little worriedly: "Ms. Fukada, can Mr. Takeda physically bear this? You are working part-time and creating." They didn't know about the storyboard of episode 20.

"Don't worry!" Nami smiled easily: "Takeda has already drawn 20 episode storyboards before submitting!"

In fact, Wu Sheng has now completed the storyboard draft of the entire story. Nami likes the ending very much, so her confidence is booming!

"Episode 20!" Before the two young ladies recovered from the shock, Nami added, "He still has some energy left to try to conceive of another work."

"Awesome!" The young ladies' eyes shone and they looked at Nami with envy. If they met a friend like this in high school, they might not be able to be assistants, right?

"But when I was in high school, I really didn't have the level and awareness of Mr. Fukada..." They thought of Nami's desperate painting and practice every day, and truly realized the differences between people. difference......

Most people don’t have a strong desire for success, let alone the determination to pay all the price for it.

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Over here, Wu Sheng's family didn't even go back, so they went back to school with their sample magazine.

Because Luffy and Zoronbrook also want to see it first.

Wu Sheng has no problem, anyway, he can go to work and fulfill their little wishes.

Amidst a series of congratulations and "awesome" praises, Wu Sheng walked out of the school with an uncontrollable smile.

A fire of pretense was burning in his heart, and he felt like he was carrying wind when he walked, leaping every two steps, very cheerfully.

Walking downstairs of GM Tokyo, Wu Sheng coughed, adjusted the smile on his cheeks, regained his reserved expression, and ran up to the second floor in two steps.

At this moment, everyone in GM Tokyo was still preparing. Seeing Wu Sheng coming up, Sanji's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly from the kitchen: "Takeda!"

"Oh!" Wu Sheng waved to him calmly, as if a company leader was greeting a young employee.

"Yes?" Sanji washed his hands, walked out of the kitchen, raised his eyebrows, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and looked mysteriously in his eyes.

"Yes." Wu Sheng also leaned over, pretending to look around and reaching into his backpack, as if he was making an illegal transaction with Sanji.

The sneaky looks of the two naturally attracted the attention of everyone present.

"What are you doing?" Miss Song Jing, the pastry chef, was the liveliest one in the restaurant. Seeing the two men acting mysteriously, she immediately came over curiously to see what the two boys were doing.

"Hehe!" Wu Sheng smirked and pulled out the sample issue of JUNK and handed it to Sanji.

"Oh oh oh! Think about it!!" Sanji held this thick weekly magazine and stared at the cover of the magazine with bright eyes. After a quick glance, he saw the words Fukada Nami and Takeda Asahi, Shan The emotions in Zhi's heart are very complicated.

It seems like yesterday that Wu Sheng invited Nami to draw comics together, and he was the only witness to the founding of this group.

At first, he just thought that Wu Sheng was just playing tricks. If Wu Sheng hadn't really used all his working money to buy brushes and materials for Nami, he would have definitely dissuaded Nami and told her not to take this risk.

And he also saw the hardships and efforts, and envied them in his heart: every day during lunch break, after school in the afternoon, every moment, as long as Wu Sheng and Nami were together, they were discussing comics, creating comics, and optimizing comics. The drive and enthusiasm still make him very touched.

Later, under the influence of the two of them, he couldn't help but learn about comics-related matters, and bought single volumes of basic popular comics to read in his spare time. However, the deeper he got to know him, the clearer he became about how low the likelihood of Wu Sheng and Nami's success was. On the one hand, he was worried about the two of them, but on the other hand, there was nothing he could do to stop their enthusiasm.

Time passed like this day by day, and he watched this comic grow from scratch, from scratch to excellence, then submitted, signed, serialized, and finally today, it was published in this magazine.

Looking at this wonderful and delicate color cover, Yagami Yue stood with his back to Ryuk 45 and looked up at the sky with eyes full of dreams. Sanji's eyes were slightly red. He only wished that Nami was not there, otherwise he could directly face her Express the love in his heart!

Wu Sheng was also very moved when he saw his expression. He gave him a thumbs up in his heart. He is indeed a partner! Sanji-san!

But if he knew what Sanji was thinking at this moment, he would probably just raise his middle finger, right?

Sanji was fascinated by the cover of the comic, but Miss Moe was not. She snatched the magazine from Sanji's hand and was about to say, "As expected of a male high school student, buying a comic magazine is so mysterious." Second grade?"

Then he also saw the words Fukada Nami and Takeda Asahi. His cute big eyes widened and his expression changed. He raised his eyes to look at Wu Sheng, as if he wanted to confirm something.

Wu Sheng could no longer control the apple muscles on his face, and a smile almost overflowed from the corners of his mouth. He nodded a little reservedly, saying yes, he is so handsome.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Moe screamed.

"What's going on?" Everyone from GM Tokyo quickly gathered over.

"Takeda!" Moe pointed to Wu Sheng, then pointed to the comic in her hand, pointing back and forth so excitedly that she couldn't even speak: "Takeda...Nami-chan... Comics..." It was as if she had obtained a serialization.

Naturally, Wu Sheng would not embarrass her. He coughed briefly and continued: "This is the sample issue of the comics we will publish next Monday. We agreed to give it to everyone to read in advance! Hahahahahaha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lobby manager Kyōno hugged his neck from behind and rubbed his head vigorously with his left hand: "Okay! Takeda! Come on, let's take a look!"

Others, including chefs Ohana and Renzi, Miss Kusumi and other GM Tokyo colleagues were also very happy and wanted to see the masterpiece that Takekatsu and Nami worked so hard on.

But he is a professional after all, so Ohana waved her hands to stop the people who were crowding around her: "Wait a minute, today's business preparations are not finished yet! Besides, there is only one book. Everyone takes turns to read it, and those who don't have a turn finish their work first. !”

All the characters were stunned for a moment, but their long-standing habit made them shout out habitually: "Yes! Sous Chef!"

Speaking of this, Wu Sheng also quickly went into the dressing room to change clothes and came out to help.

As soon as he came out after changing clothes, he saw Ohana holding the sample magazine and reading it with gusto...while the others looked at him with resentful expressions while he was busy with what he was doing.

"???" Wu Sheng had a question mark on his face, didn't you say you had to make preparations?

Chef Renzi saw him coming out and took some time to pass a large basket of sea urchins to him to handle.

"OK!" Wu Sheng took the sea urchin and started concentrating on it.

Halfway through, he felt someone coming from his left. He turned around and saw that it was Ohana. He exclaimed with admiration: "It's so interesting! This is an evil manga! How did you come up with such a story? !”

"Haha, isn't there a judge of life and death in the underworld in traditional Chinese mythology? I thought what would happen if the book of the judge fell to the world? This is the story."

This was the excuse Wu Sheng had thought up early in the morning.

"Oh, good, good! I'm looking forward to the next chapter! Don't worry, even if I finish reading it today, I will buy a new magazine on Monday! Then I will vote for you!" After Ohana said this, Wu Sheng knew that he was the old man It’s two-dimensional.

"Haha, thank you Mr. Ohana for your support!"

"It should be!" Apart from talking about cooking skills, Ohana is not a talkative person. After finishing speaking, she turned around and went about her own business.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the entire restaurant was extremely quiet. Everyone was doing their own things calmly. Only their eyes glanced at the person holding the comic and looking forward to it nervously.

Everyone who had read it first came over to praise Wu Sheng's comics, and when they returned to their posts, they couldn't help but relax their movements, immersing themselves in the plot while trying not to disturb the people who were reading the comics.

Wu Sheng also stopped what he was doing from time to time to observe everyone's expressions, even though this was not his original work, even though it was just a small work he loved very much on different planets that were isolated from each other and separated by time and space. But after all, it took a lot of effort and energy from him and Nami, and he still hopes that people in this world can appreciate and like it.

The result is naturally gratifying. It can be seen that this work has indeed exceeded everyone's imagination. Even the girls who have never read comics all exaggeratedly said that Wu Sheng's conception was exquisite and Nami's painting also refreshed them. Awareness of comics.

While everyone was busy with the work at hand, they laughed and discussed the follow-up plot. Their faces were filled with the vitality of discovering a new world, and they kept asking Wu Sheng: "Then what! What happened next?"

Wu Sheng was the youngest among them. When they looked at him, there was a secret and indescribable pride in their eyes: they trusted, proud, confident, and happily looked at Wu Sheng, who was working, studying, and creating at the same time. young people, inspiring their beautiful hopes.

Probably, there is nothing more satisfying than achieving great results after long and hard work, right?

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That day, that night. At the studio of the comic group "Arjo Mumenha", the young Junk editor Minato Minato held a sample issue with "Death King's Notes" on the cover and handed it to the tallest boy named Mashiro and Takagi Aki who was wearing glasses. people.

"This is the work of the super newcomer group I have been telling you these past few weeks!" Minato said with a serious face: "Their style is also evil! Although it seems to have some shadows of yours..." He bit Gritting his teeth, he decided to tell the truth in his heart. He could feel that the enthusiasm of the two teenagers had declined due to the long-term serialization.

"Now that a similar opponent appears to stimulate him, it might have unexpected effects." His senior Hattori told him this.

Although he did not agree with this method that might undermine the confidence of cartoonists, but... Minato gritted his teeth and said: "But! The editorial department unanimously believes that they are complete evolutions of you, and their styles and stories have been fully developed. Got it!"

"And they are only one grade younger than you, just one grade above you! The editor-in-chief said this will probably be another Shinzuma Eiji! Not another Ajou Mumenha."

Mashiro is the tallest, a middle-aged boy who draws comics after confessing his love to a girl he has a crush on and agrees to get married. Like Nami, he has deep black circles and weak eyes. This is a sign of mental deficiency that occurs after staying up late for a long time.

But after listening to Minato's words, he still cheered up and took over this issue of Young Junk.

When he saw the cover, his pupils shrank: "What a delicate painting style, it's just..."

"It looks like the highest painting style!" Takagi Akito, who was sitting nearby, exclaimed.

They are also a group of cartoonists known for their exquisite painting style.

"Yes, the person who painted the picture is a 16-year-old girl who is a freshman in high school. Hmm, I heard she is very cute." Minato said the last sentence, a little embarrassed. After all, he has been serving a 24-year sentence without a wife, and he blushes when talking about girls. , "Damn it! I'm so envious of this drama called Takeda Asahi!"

"What!" Behind them, a cute girl with light orange hair and long ponytail also came over. This is Takagi's girlfriend, and she usually helps with writing chores in the studio.

"You guys read it first! Aren't you always looking for a breakthrough between the royal way and the evil way? I think this story might inspire you!" Minato put his hands on his thighs and looked at the two of them seriously, especially Takagi.

The two of them were silent. They each picked it up and opened it. The more they looked at it, the more serious their expressions became.

30 minutes, 50 pages, the two of them read it carefully, line by line, sentence by sentence, for a full 30 minutes!

At the end, Yagami Yue said to Ryuk: "I will become the god of the new world!" Takagi instantly felt chills rising.

Then the last two pages introduced L, who seemed to be the opponent who observed Yue's crime.

"It's amazing!" Takagi loudly praised the plot structure and the following introduction.

Mashiro looked at Takagi a little blankly, with a confused expression: "What do you think?"

Takagi said excitedly: "This one has no friendship, no effort, and no victory. It's so mature! But in the fantasy, people can't help but think deeply. Are those accidents and those unprovoked deaths the God of Death secretly at work?

This is a story that expresses "Reality is so boring and low-level, but I want to change it!" No matter what, it makes me feel a kind of fun that is not found in JUNK now. The best, what do you think? "

"Indeed, in terms of the level of fun and the detail of the storyboards, it feels like it has surpassed us." Zhencheng was a little disappointed.

Minato, who had been waiting for a long time, pretended not to see it and said loudly: "That's right! Especially since you are the type who show your charm through dialogue, you usually want to compete in terms of settings and ideas. ? What's more, you are now hesitating whether to take the evil path or the royal path to decide the outcome, right?"

"Ah, is this the moment when genius suddenly shines?" Takagi's girlfriend also finished reading and couldn't help but sigh.

"Ah, I'm so unwilling! We have worked hard and struggled day and night since junior high school, but just one comic was surpassed by newcomers younger than us. Are all geniuses so unreasonable?" Really? Cheng said distressedly, thinking of his new wife Eiji, whom he had always regarded as his opponent. JUNK's current leader started at the same time as them, but was already ahead of countless opponents.

"No, Acheng Mumenha!" Editor Minato's chubby cheeks trembled slightly with excitement: "You are also geniuses! Please don't belittle yourselves! If you are still upset when you can be serialized in JUNK at the age of 17, you are looking down on those who are 30 years old Are you still a cartoonist struggling to get serialization opportunities?!”

"Didn't that new wife Eiji always regard you as your biggest opponent?"

"That's it, but such a mature work is actually the first work of two 16-year-old high school students. It is really intimidating." The steady Takagi held his glasses, leaned down and looked at I can’t tell what the expression is.

"Oops, is such a blow too much?" Minato noticed that the expressions of the two people became even more depressed, and he felt extremely panicked. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and remembered what Hattori said: "It seems that these two people are because of watching After seeing the works of Mu Mengye Acheng, I thought about trying to see if I could make it."

Minatoura quickly repeated Hattori's words.

Mashiro and Takagi couldn't help but be a little surprised to hear that the author of "Death King's Notes" seemed to draw comics because of himself.

After a long time, Mashiro suddenly shouted loudly: "In this case, we can't lose to our juniors, Takagi!"

"Oh... oh!!" Takagi paused subconsciously at first, and then instantly got excited and shouted: "Yes! This competition has just begun! The winner cannot be determined in one issue of comics!"

"..." Looking at the two people who seemed to be alive again, Minato breathed a sigh of relief and smiled coquettishly. Being a comic editor is really tiring.

......

In another corner of Tokyo, in the apartment of the famous manga artist Eiji Niizuma, a boy with short purple hair was squatting on a chair holding this issue of JUNK and looking at it carefully.

The mouth kept making sounds like "Oh! Oh! Scared! Or! Ha! Ah!"

Next to him, stood another white-haired man, who also followed the young man with a serious face as he looked at this issue's "Notes of the Death King" that the editor had praised so highly.

The white-haired man looked more and more serious. As the last page turned, he said to the orange-haired editor next to him: "Yujiro, you are not lying, are you? Such a work, two 2-year-old high school students , the one who paints is a girl?”

The new wife Eiji sighed with contentment, as if he was reminiscing, and said at the same time: "Fukuda, Ajou Mumenha and I are only 17 years old."

"Ah, what kind of monsters are you! What kind of era are we in! Have we cartoonists over 20 years old been abandoned by the times?" The white-haired man complained.

The editor named Yujiro comforted him: "It's okay Fukuda, you first work as an assistant to the new wife. If you have any good ideas, I will try my best to help you fight for them."

"Okay! I'm going to fight hard!" Futian grabbed the head of his chicken coop and said irritably.

In the corner to the side of the room, a huge male assistant with curly hair who looked to be in his 30s was painting black with a paintbrush and did not dare to participate in their discussion.