1983 Past Life Manga King

“Yeah.”

Did you make such a fuss just because you didn’t know that?

cadet! I just want to give you a haircut.

Even in the midst of this, she is looking at me with her nose raised.

Will I really hit you?

But it can’t be.

He took a deep breath and asked again.

“Then did the Studio D kids come in contact with that? Are you going to have them serialized in Korean magazines?”

“Studio D? Who is that?”

As she tilts her head and asks, this time her old man whispers to her.

Then Izumi nodded her head.

“Oh, are you there? Those people are Japanese.”

“Are you on the Japanese side?”

“Yes. Those people are the exception. They are people related to you, and it sounds like you said that you would not be active in Korea.”

That’s right.

In the beginning, we gathered with the goal of promoting in Japan.

More related to me?

“Why do you care about having a relationship with me?”

He was startled by that, and said while avoiding my gaze.

“Did I say that?”

“You just did. They are people related to me.”

“Gee, I don’t remember. You must not have heard it.”

“I heard it too.”

As Daebong Lee intervened, Izumi glared at him.

“Take that one off. Do you think it’s sweet if only her face is pulled out?”

“Subtracted . . . .”

Lee Dae-bong nodded her head weakly.

“I was shocked.”

“Don’t curse.”

“It’s not an insult.”

“Or not, why are you angry?”

“·················ogue.”

Silver, who looked at Lee Dae-bong, giggled and laughed this time.

“It’s really noisy here. We can’t talk about it anywhere else.”

“Just do it here.”

She sighed as if Izumi couldn’t make an impression with my words, she said.

“Of course, except for those people, I plan to collect only Korean cartoonists in Korean magazines.”

The story this woman was talking about earlier is like going through a ditch.

Well, it’s not an important story, so it doesn’t matter.

“There was a picture of Nakaya-san on the poster.”

“Of course I am a simile.”

“The same time?”

“Yes. The same time. We will be publishing the same manga serially in Japan and Korea.”

“Is that possible? There must still be legal problems.”

It would be impossible to serialize Japanese manga in Korea.

“Well, we’ll take care of that, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

At least I’ll do a serialization under a Korean name

I don’t know if I’ll write a stand-up cartoonist.

But I’m not very interested.

Unless the Studio D kids serialize it there anyway.

“If you are curious, I can tell you separately.”

“I don’t really care.”

“·······Anyway, it makes me really hate to say it.”

Having said that, I take a sip of the tea that Kyunghee brought.

“It’s cold. Still… it’s delicious.”

Having said that, he tilted his head.

“Is this similar to the tea you tasted in Mr. Kido’s studio?”

At that, Kyunghee laughed.

“Yes, that is correct. I learned it from my sister there.”

“To your mother there?”

“Yeah.”

“Aha, so it was similar.”

He nodded her head, looked at Kyunghee and spoke again.

“Could you give me another cup of hot water?”

“Yeah. Please wait.”

Having said that, Kyunghee puts away the teacup in front of Izumi.

Meanwhile, Izumi looked at me again and she opened her mouth again.

“The reason I started a magazine at a loss in Korea was because I honestly thought it would be fun.”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“Is it fun?”

“The difference in the level of manga between Korea and Japan today is huge. You admit that?”

I nodded my head.

It’s hard to say that I’m not bragging, but it’s true.

But this time Izumi put on a satisfied expression as if he liked my reaction.

“Somehow, it was created with the feeling of when Columbus discovered a new continent.”

“A new continent?”

“After looking at some Korean comic magazines, the situation was rather serious. Japan will never win this way.”

“Are you going to beat Japan? Why is Nakaya-san worried about that?”

“Yeah, my grandmother…, no, that’s over.”

“···········?”

grandmother?

Maybe your grandmother is Korean?

But looking at the look on her face, I don’t think she’s talking about it anymore.

“Anyway, these days, I think it’s more fun than drawing cartoons.”

“Have you given up on comics?”

“I didn’t give up. Now I just want to do something different.”

He said that and looked at me.

And soon he opened his mouth again.

“The launch of this magazine has not been completely decided yet.”

“Yeah? Does that make sense? While advertising so hard.”

“Well, if things don’t work out, it could be.”

“What is the matter?”

At my question, Izumi smiled slightly revealing this.

“That’s what the serialization is for. To the Korean version of the boy BIGBANG.”

“·················ogue.”

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What is he saying now? Do you want me to serialize the Korean version of Boys Big Bang?

Izumi tilted her head at an angle when I gave her a bewildered expression.

“Otherwise, it will fold.”

She says so and smiles leisurely, then she leans her back on the sofa and puts her arms around her.

“Does that mean that if I don’t do a serialization, I will stop starting a magazine altogether?”

“Well, that’s right. Because that’s the purpose in the first place.”

If Seonhee and I do a serialization, will you make the first issue?

“I’m sorry, but we are in trouble. Seonhee already has a lot of work to do, so it’s difficult to do additional serializations.”

Of course, it is possible, but if you are burdened with that much work, you may collapse.

would i do something like that

But Izumi still shrugged her shoulders with a relaxed expression.

“You can just do that. Sunny can’t do it.”

only me?

“Don’t you know that I’m only in charge of the story? I don’t draw that cartoon.”

But when Izumi hears me, she shows curiosity.

“Oh, not drawing means you know how to draw?”

“I have no talent. That’s why I’m only writing stories.”

“I’m still curious. The picture he drew.”

“It would be better not to know. It’s cool.”

Izumi, who smiled slightly at my words, nodded her head, and she spoke again.

“What is that, okay. You just have to tell the story.”

“Did I not do it?”

“Just looking at it, it seems like you have the most free time here. Isn’t it?”

it would look like that

It is true that being a story writer seems very relaxed depending on how you look at it.

If you look at it, it’s true that there’s a lot of leeway.

But the problem is that I have no desire to work with Izumi.

Still, she was curious, so she asked.

“By the way, who draws pictures?”

“Because I can do it.”

This girl is real.

She’s trying to use me as her story writer.

She is absurd and she stares at Izumi, when Seon-hee, who was working on her, jumps up.

For a moment, everyone’s eyes turned to Seon-hee.

Of course I am too.

Seon-hee, who got up abruptly, looked at her Izumi with her characteristic expressionless expression, and then walked back and forth towards her.

Izumi, startled by her sudden action, rolled her eyes in all directions. Then she went to the corner of her sofa, dragging her ass in the opposite direction from Seon-hee.

“Why, why?”

With a wary expression on Izumi, she said to Seon-hee.

Perhaps because of that, Seonhee stopped her steps and looked down at Izumi while standing.

Of course, the expression on his face was still gloomy.

Seonhee opened her mouth.

“Get out now.”

“What?”

“Get out now. Never come here again.”

“What is he saying now!”

“Never come.”

“·················ogue.”

In front of the bewildered Izumi, Seon-hee clenched her small fist and lifted it slowly.

It’s not at all intimidating to me, but to Izumi, it’s a bit different.

“········This woman is real. What kind of action is this?”

“Come on, get out.”

Fireworks burst from Seon-hee’s eyes.

Izumi looked around her, confused by the sudden situation, as soon as she looked at the old man.

And she said aloud with a look of asking for help.

“Goo, Guroda!”

“Hey, Mr. Sunny over there, please fix it…….”

The old man jumped up and spoke with a bewildered expression, but Seon-hee did not even turn her head. And he spoke in his distinctive, high-pitched voice.

“If you approach my brother any longer, I won’t stand still.”

At that, Izumi snorted her and got up abruptly.

“Hey, that’s funny! Uh, what are you going to do?”

“If you are curious, do it.”

“What?”

“What will happen when you approach?”

“········uh.”

It’s the first time I’ve seen Seon-hee like that.

Somehow, it feels like a shaman dancing sword dance.

There is no expression, and the voice is not even high and low, so it feels like a female Terminator.

I’m honestly a little scared too.

This shouldn’t make Seonhee angry.

Anyway, Izumi, embarrassed by Seonhee’s gaze, took a few steps back.

An earthquake shook her eyes and lips.

Izumi, who was twitching up to the bridge of her nose, couldn’t stand Seon-hee’s gaze, and she looked straight at the old man behind her. And then she screamed.

“Kuroda!”

“Yes, four! miss!”