1983 Past Life Manga King

“Hey, so why are you working in the factory at night? Did I tell you to stop because it was dangerous?”

“That kid, really. Your throat is grapefruit, so why don’t you work?”

“Then I’d rather help out with a cartoon picture. If you are skilled enough, you will get a lot of money.”

“Why are you here today? Are you suddenly bringing in guests, or are you going to repeat the past?”

“Your skills are not worth it.”

“What do you have to worry about? I’m not going to be a cartoonist anyway.”

“Oh really. If you are not interested at all, why are you doing this?”

“I do it because I like it. After all, a work like this is much better if the cartoonists draw on the garbage drawings anyway. ‘Cause I’m giving you money

It’s better.”

“You don’t even have a lot of money. There, it’s illegal.”

“Hey, to be honest, how many cartoonists do you think have never done this before?”

“·················ogue.”

“Most cartoonists won’t be free from pirate comics.”

I read this part in a book before.

It is said that most of the cartoonists at that time drew pirate cartoons.

“Is that a reason to rot these skills in this way?”

By the way, this is the first time I’ve seen Lee Dae-bong so frustrated.

By the way, what skills do you have? I wonder

One day, when I was just staring at him, Daebong Lee glanced around, cleaned up the surroundings, and handed me a manuscript that was on the desk.

“Yoonhwan-ah, take a look at this.”

“Hey, wouldn’t it make sense to at least get my permission?”

“Hey, I like Dory. On the subject of a copied cartoon.”

Silver frowned at those words.

“Sheesh. damn bastard.”

I thought that it was okay to take a look at it, and then I looked at the comics that Daebong Lee brought out.

It’s only one manga manuscript, but I know the true nature of this manga.

He is the southern ancestor of Ryoichi Ikegami.

It is the work of a cartoonist famous for Crying Freeman and Sanctuary. It started serialization in 1974 and was completed with a total of 25 volumes by 1979.

He was a cartoonist with thick lines and was ahead of his time, and he is well aware of his work by a cartoonist who has had a huge impact on future generations. He is one of my personal favorite cartoonists.

Do.

However, there is something that catches my eye before that fact.

“···········?”

When I looked down at the manuscript with surprised eyes, Lee Dae-bong, who had been nagging at Shim-bong, or no, Silver, looked back at me and grinned.

“Isn’t that great?”

It was just as Lee Dae-bong said.

I was really surprised.

Ryoichi Ikegami’s pen line itself is strong and full of inner strength.

However, the drawings in this manuscript have the same style, but have a stronger impression.

Should it be said that it is a pen line that preserves the feeling of the manga itself more than the real manuscript?

Sometimes, as a joke, the word transcends the original, but this is a pen line that truly transcends the original.

“It’s great, but like you said, he’s just a pirate.”

“Aww, are you offended by my words again?”

“noisy.”

While saying that, he glanced at me gently.

“you are······. If we’re going to bring guests, we’ll talk in advance.”

Does he show interest because he’s found out about his pen?

“Our Yunhwan is like a little brother. You are a guest.”

“That’s from your point of view. You are a guest to me.”

Saying that, he glanced at me and asked Lee Dae-bong again.

“As you said, I didn’t bring you here to brag about something you weren’t very proud of, what’s the real purpose? Are you a cartoonist?”

After saying that, he looks back at me.

“If that is the case, then you have been fooled. Because I have no intention of being a student anyway.”

I looked around the room without answering.

After all, listening to the conversation we had earlier, it seems like it would be in vain to just ask for help. And you just said so firmly, as if you were about to confirm it

All.

There are quite a few Japanese comic books in the room. It’s a Japanese version, not a translated version.

You can also find Japanese manga magazines such as Shonen Jump and Shonen Magazine, as well as books.

The first things that caught my eye were ‘Gorgo 13’ and ‘Crying Freeman’.

It seems like you really like this type of manga.

But when I saw the book on one side of the floor, I was intrigued.

“You seem to like cartoons. You can see that I have so many Japanese applications.”

“Oh, what. I like it. I only know Japanese.”

“You look just like me.”

He shows interest in my words.

“Ok? So, do you like manga like Fist of the Hokuto?”

“of course.”

The conversation started with the Book of the Bokudo, but blossomed into a story about Gorgo 13, a cartoon in this room, Crying Freeman, and along with a dramatized manga.

Daebong Lee, who was looking at us in the distance, was single and continued to clean the house.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

As we talked, we got along and decided to be like Lee Dae-bong, older brother and younger brother, and we started talking.

We chatted about manga for over an hour like that, and the direction of the conversation reached the manga I participated in.

“Isn’t it a boy hero with a genuine man, Pasiencia, and Samsara in it?”

I nodded my head at Silver’s question.

“know. But why?”

“Of those three works, the one I miss the most is Samsara.”

“What? Why?”

“In the other two works, to be honest, the pen lines are alive, so there is a sense of vitality in the drawings. Because it feels like Samsara is dying of a drawing.”

Even in Silver’s eyes, it seems that Jung Mi-ja’s pen ability is lacking.

Personally, Jung Mi-ja’s pen line is not bad, but it is also true that she cannot properly follow Seon-hee’s growing drawing.

Anyway, as expected.

Silver was also interested in Samsara and Pasiencia.

The magazine in the corner of the room was Weekly Shonen Hero, so we started talking just in case.

“How about Fasiencia?”

“Pasiencia? Why?”

“It’s a pen line. How do you see your brother?”

“He was quite skilled. I don’t know if it was drawn by a cartoonist or someone under it.”

“How about your brother? Are you confident that you can draw a pen with that kind of feeling?”

At that, he opened his eyes and made a strange expression, and then smiled.

“Are you trying to provoke this brother?”

“I was just asking out of curiosity. Is it possible?”

Silver laughed loudly at my question.

“Hahaha, do you think I’m barely that good? I don’t know if it’s a drawing, but in terms of the pen line alone, that level is not even close to my toes.”

Then Daebong Lee intervened.

“It’s not like that.”

“You’re out of it, nigga!”

“Still, it must be a bit exaggerated.”

“Then let’s say it’s about the toes.”

“a.”

“Okay. Ankle! are you okay? damn bastard.”

Lee Dae-bong giggled at that.

“It’s an ankle.”

“Not up to the calf.”

Then I said it again.

“Hyung, can’t Fasiencia Pensun hyung take care of me?”

“So, about Pasiencia… what?”

“We need to find a new Pasiencian figure, Pensunman. But no one deserves it.”

“·················ogue.”

Silver looks back at Daebong Lee rather than me, with his mouth wide open.

Then Daebong Lee said with a single voice.

“Are you planning on doing that?”

“It’s a joke…”

“No. Could I have brought someone who is not familiar with me?”

He looks back at me with his mouth still open.

“·················ogue.”

End

Silver keeps coming out with a puzzled expression and looking at Lee Dae-bong alternately. Then he immediately drinks the jug of water next to him.

“Wow.”

Silver crawled to the window to see if there was something wrong with the water she had swallowed, spit it out quickly, and coughed loudly.

“Collock! Cologne!”

As soon as his cough seemed to subside, he wiped the corner of his mouth and frowned.

“Damn, the barley tea is out of taste.”

Lee Dae-bong saw that and clicked his tongue.

“Tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt, so you usually said to boil it often. I’m not stupid, why?”

“It’s noisy, you bastard!”

“What are you doing? why am i crazy do i know you And what the hell is the rationale for being stupid?”

“You’ve always been looking for a weekly hero that you weren’t interested in. To be honest, it was a little strange, but in the end there was a reason.”

He flinched at the words, but then said, pulling his face tight.

“What’s that got to do with that naughty thing?”

“You, aren’t you expecting a day like this to come? uh? If your guy like that isn’t sassy, ​​what the hell is it?”

“Hey, you idiot. If you want to write a word, write it properly. Is it okay to be sassy there?”

“Whatever!”

“Ugh, I really… That stupid person who only draws pictures.”

“Yeah, because I don’t count everything like you do.”

“How do you calculate everything? Only then did he drive me into a strange genius.”

When I think about it, it’s surprising. Were you really calculating the same thing today?

If it was Lee Dae-bong, I think he would have thought like that.

But did you notice my thoughts? Looking at me, Daebong Lee frowned.

“Maybe, Yunhwan thinks so too?”

But I immediately ignored Lee Dae-bong’s question and asked Silver.

“How are you, bro? Will you take care of Fasiencia?”

“Hey, is that an affirmation of my words?”

I forcibly ignored Lee Dae-bong’s words and looked at Silver. Then he scratched the bridge of his nose and showed a troubled expression.

Do you hate it too?

“Hey…, it must be difficult for me to commute to work for a while now that I’m in this state.”

He points to his leg that has been casted and says.

Huh, was that the problem?

“You can live in the studio for a while. Because there is a small empty room that is not used. It wouldn’t be bad for a temporary use.”

“Ah, then that’s good.”

Saying so and laughing out loud

Looking at Silver like that, Daebong Lee muttered, “You are such a pathetic person,” and smiled awkwardly.

***

Weekly Hero editor Sudo asked with a surprised expression.

“Is 100,000 copies sold out?”

“Yeah. The books distributed in the downtown Tokyo area were excited. There are no books except for a few other places.”

He looked at the mini-calendar in front of him with eyes still wide open at Jiro’s answer.

“How the hell did it take you? Well, maybe 5 days or so? After 50,000 copies were sold out, an additional 100,000 copies were sold out again in 5 days.”

“How many additional reprints, editor-in-chief?”

The editor, who had been fiddling with Jiro’s question, opened his mouth.

“Because the publishing and sales departments are already aware of this situation.”

After saying that, he pointed at two team leaders nearby and shouted.

“Come on, Yamada and Maki, let’s go to the publishing house with me. And you’re in charge of Samsara, so I’ll go with you.”

“Yeah.”

That was when the editor-in-chief was about to leave the editorial department with a few people and go upstairs.

A female employee, dressed in a neat suit, approached them.

“uh? Editor-in-chief. there.”

“Huh?”

“Aren’t you the vice president’s secretary?”

“Right.”

A female employee approaches them and greets them politely.

“Good morning.”