next stop king

According to historical records, Mori Ranmaru's father, Mori Kasei, should have been only six years old when his father died.However, it is obviously inappropriate for such a young age to appear in such a big production.

Let's not talk about whether those young actors can perform that feeling, even if they can perform in the end, the delay may be too long.

Shoot one episode and broadcast one episode, don't look at the fact that NHK still has two or three episodes on hand as a buffer.But if he wasted any more time, he would definitely fall behind and become the laughing stock of other colleagues.

Akira Kurosaki knew this, so he deliberately set the age of the character Mori Ranmaru a little older. The 12-year-old is less than 13 years old, which is the period before the minor has not become Oda Nobunaga's surname.

Criticism?

He is not afraid of those boring guys who are looking for trouble!

The whole play is set in the Warring States Period as a good background, but many plots are adapted from unofficial history.Although it is not rigorous in terms of historical development, as long as the audience likes to watch the ratings go up, he will kill those few people.

In front of the gate of the official courtyard, there is a rough black dirt road, coupled with old and new houses of different heights on both sides of the road.This is where the first scene of Shuichi Arimori was filmed.

Amidst the buzzing sound, the snow machine placed on a high place kept scattering a large amount of snowflakes on the field.Kurosaki obviously stood there impatiently, walking back and forth, looking up at the set from time to time, and measuring the thickness of the snow on the road with his fingers.It wasn't until the height of the snow covered his index finger that he yelled to stop, and asked the staff to reduce the power of the snow machine to the normal level, maintaining the state of snowflakes falling continuously.

"That bastard in Raleigh thinks very highly of you. Humph, let the old man check it out for him."

Staring at the boy standing under the eaves with half of his body exposed for a while, seeing that he kept his eyes tightly closed and didn't know what he was thinking, Akira Kurosaki stroked his beard and snorted softly, then turned his head and told the assistant standing beside him A few words.

"Attention the props and scenery team, the shooting will start in 15 minutes, please deal with the environment of the venue immediately."

Following the assistant's words, a dozen tall and burly male staff members, those pulling carts and those stepping on snow, helped the actors who will be playing opposite Arimori Hideichi get into the bullock cart, and they insisted on In just a few minutes, the environment of the entire venue was changed to the appearance of occasional people walking in the snow.

After all the staff had finished their work and retreated, Akira Kurosaki, who was sitting on the director's seat, nodded in satisfaction at the scene shown on the screen, and announced with a wave of his arm that the filming of this scene had officially started.

"Scene 470 of "Warring States", Snow."

"ACTION!"

The sound fell, and the studio, which was still a little noisy a second ago, became so quiet for a moment that it was scary.

In the huge scene, there are only a few sounds produced by the operation of the machine.Those who have something to do needless to say, those who have nothing to do also gathered around the set, holding their breath and carefully watching the progress of this newly added plot.

Sitting in the bullock cart, Toma Nakata, an old actor in his 50s, naturally wouldn't worry.The reason why everyone is gathered here is, of course, to see what kind of abilities the LME newcomer who suddenly stepped in has.

Akira Kurosaki, an old guy, is notoriously reticent, so he can let go and add such a role, so why should this kid have some skills, right?

If you don't have any skills, you can't know anything except looks...

Hehe, they will have a good show to watch after a while.

"My lord, the villain has already met Mr. Kecheng's family."

The middle-aged man dressed as a general turned out from the courtyard, walked to the ox cart with the curtains down and said respectfully.

"You have driven such a long way to come here, aren't you going to go in and have a look?"

If these words were put in normal times, they would definitely be overstepped, but in this situation, how could a man who lost his love and trust really care about him?

Seeing this voice, the curtain hanging on the car door suddenly moved lightly, and a slender and powerful hand stuck out like this.

Pulling aside the curtains, revealing his arms in black clothes, just when everyone thought that the people in the car were going to get off, his movements suddenly stopped, and after stopping there for a few seconds, he finally put down the curtains and closed his palms again go back.

"never mind……"

"Instead of witnessing the suffering of the subordinates' family members, it is better to think about how to take Usayama Castle back! Kecheng was killed and the city was taken. One day, I, Oda Nobunaga, will definitely get it back! "

Full of bloody and murderous intent, in the angry voice, only the car's 'bang! ' There was a loud noise, and the solid wood body shook violently a few times in the vibration.

The snow falling on the roof of the car, the driver hurriedly shouted to appease the animals, and the general who stood outside the car already knew his lord's heart responded in a low voice, and just jumped on the shaft of the car to leave here, there was a burst of panic and anxious footsteps from far to near The sound spread into the ears of a group of people.

"Then, that lord! That lord just now, please wait—!"

The advantage of several cameras shooting at the same time is that one scene can be continued continuously.

When everyone outside the arena was immersed in Touma Nakata's acting skills, the camera suddenly turned and a burst of impatience, grief, and unbelievable shouts attracted all of them to turn their heads.

Covered by snow, only a few rows of dark footprints passed by in the courtyard.As the sliding door under the eaves was pulled open, a child wearing a white mourning dress with a shawl and long hair, who was obviously underage, rushed towards the door, shouting loudly.

His footsteps were hurried, and there was only a thin mourning dress on his whole body.He didn't wear any coat or leather bag, and looking at the expression on his face, how should someone describe him at this moment?

His eyes were red, and tears seemed to be about to fall at any moment.His lips trembled, as if the news he just heard hit him so hard.

Running all the way, in the large snowflakes, the bare feet left a mark in the yard.In the howling wind, the open sleeves and neckline were blown full of snowflakes by the wind.

What a touching scene is this?

Akira Kurosaki, who had doubts about this young man's acting skills before, couldn't help but straighten his body in his seat when he saw the scene in front of him, staring at the beautiful picture shown on the screen with all his attention, for fear of making a slight mistake.

This is true of demanding tyrants, not to mention others who stand around and watch.

The old actors were fine, but the newcomers who were waiting to see a good show were almost influenced by the young man when he appeared on the stage.

The black hair fluttering in the wind, the slight sound of bare feet stepping on the snow, every scene and every second of these pictures deeply attracted the attention of all of them.

"My lord, the lord in front please wait—ah—!"

Accompanied by an exclamation, the boy's feet slipped and his legs tripped, and he fell to the ground suddenly.The long black hair was very eye-catching in the snow. Just when everyone was secretly regretting the sudden stop of the beautiful scene before, no one noticed that the boy in the snow still did not stop his performance.

"Director, do you want to call CUT?"

"CUT? Why are you calling CUT?!"

Amidst the assistant's inquiry, Akira Kurosaki stared at him unkindly, raised the script in his hand and slammed it on his head a few times, and then gave instructions to the walkie-talkie at hand.

"Camera No. [-]! Zoom in, close-up with Shuichi Mori's hands and expressions. Camera No. [-]! Take a panoramic shot of the scene where the two actors meet outside the gate."

"Tighten your skin a little bit, if you guys make a mistake, don't blame me for being merciless!"

One after another, the order went on, and the scene where the cameraman thought he would be stopped when the boy fell down continued.

The camera zoomed in, and the palms of the child who fell in the snow were slowly clenched. The scene actually made the people who saw it feel a little worried.

His fair fingers were slightly reddish, and they gradually clenched into fists in the snow between flexion and stretching.

Just watch him clasping his hands tightly, shaking his body and slowly standing up.There was a trace of white air from his mouth and nose, and his thin body was trembling faintly because of staying in the cold environment for a long time.

Embarrassed?

People should obviously be in a mess after falling down. Why does this young man feel so beautiful after falling down and standing up again?

Messy long hair, mixed with snowflake water stains, stuck to his slender neck.The red skin reflected due to the low temperature, against the surrounding environment without a trace of variegation, made him look as attractive as if carved from jade.

Standing in good shape, regardless of the situation on his body, he just continued to run against the wind and snow, and quickly rushed out of the gate of the front yard, leaning on the wall and standing in front of the bullock cart.

The blue stone wall, the white snow, the young man who caught everyone's attention.The very first meeting of a very famous pair of monarchs and ministers in history was shown in front of everyone under such circumstances.

"...My lord, my lord father, has he really..."

The contrast between the white palms on the dark wall is so strong, in the snowflakes coming against the wind, the boy moved a few steps slightly, as if he wanted to go to the bullock cart to ask for clarification.

But at the next moment, his body suddenly shivered, and his forward steps suddenly stopped suddenly, as if he had lost all his courage, he stood there and did not dare to move forward.

"Big brother... is dead, and my father is also dead..."

"My mother and my brothers are all in pain. But what about me? Why do I feel like I have no feelings, and I can't feel numb at all?"

A voice of grief and infinite emotion came faintly, and Arimori Hideo, who immersed all his mind in the character, even felt that his heart was so bitter and so painful for a moment.

Leaning weakly against the fence, he raised his head and looked at the sky without focus, as if he could see his father's smile again by doing so, and once again feel the elder who loved and spoiled him, who used to get along with him, brought him Give him infinite care and warmth.

This feeling...it's really sad, so uncomfortable...

"Quick! A close-up of the face of Unit [-]!"

Akira Kurosaki hastily ordered to go down, and the camera just zoomed in on the boy who was leaning against the wall and hurting alone.In the next second, tears fell from his bewildered eyes without warning.

One drop, two drops, one after another.

Watching the tears that slid over the corners of their eyes, across their cheeks and dripped on their clothes, all the people around the scene who witnessed this scene felt that their noses were blocked and their noses were sore, and there was an urge to cry.

Men can calm down and hold back desperately, while women with rich emotions and delicate thoughts have long since lost their minds, subconsciously letting go of their feelings, and crying badly together with the silently crying boy.

The whole scene has ended here in terms of the script, but just before Akira Kurosaki cut was about to exit, the curtain on the bullock cart was suddenly lifted from the inside.

In the blink of an eye, a tall and muscular man in a black suit, with two beards on his lips, his hair tied up, stood on the ground from the car, and walked towards the boy leaning against the wall.

"My lord, what is this?"

"Bring me a dress."

With an arrogant expression, the imposing and eye-catching man gave an order to the entourage beside him.After waiting for the other party to find the clothes and hand them over to him, he waved his hand to make the other party retreat.

"sad?"

"pain?"

"What's the use of crying silently here?"

While speaking, accompanied by the sound of Kazkaz under his feet, the man walked to the side of the boy and stopped.

"Your father and elder brother sacrificed their lives one after another to help me accomplish my great cause. Will you hate me or blame me, or want to personally avenge your father and elder brother..."

Taking the body of the boy leaning against the wall into his arms, he shook off the clothes in his hands with a 'shua la' and put them on his shaking body alone.

The man stretched out his palm, lifted the boy's chin, which was only around his shoulder height, and stared closely at his tear-filled eyes, deep and attractive, and said word by word.

"I, Oda Nobunaga! Waiting for you..."

"Come find me!"

After leaving this sentence, the man who put his clothes on the young man took a last look at the child in his arms, then let go of his chin, turned around, jumped on the bullock cart and walked away.

Standing where he was, looking at the shadow of the car that disappeared into the distance, the boy closed his eyes tightly and wrapped his clothes around his body, desperately wiping away the tears from his face.After trying hard to calm down his breathing, the moment he opened his eyes again, the flashing brilliance in those eyes shocked everyone present.

Pain, confusion, overwhelm, and unwavering determination eventually replaced everything.

Just look at the pair of black pupils as deep as eternal night suddenly brighten up, the next moment!An unbelievable, unbelievable air of determination gushed out from his thin and thin body.

this moment……

The entire show business circle, which belongs exclusively to the legend of Shuichi Yumori, began.

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