Chapter 22 The night is like water, and the two shadows are like hearts
"I had no friends, no one to play with me, until I discovered comic books later. Everything in the books was so novel and interesting, inspiring the boy's dreams." Oda Shingo put his hands in his pockets and stood still under the street lamp.
"I thought at the time, it wasn't a big deal if I didn't have friends, as long as I had comics."
Oda Shingo raised his head slightly, making his expression unclear. It seemed that what he was talking about was a secret that he didn't want others to know.
I raised my face at a 45-degree angle to prevent my tears from flowing down...
Namikaze Youkaku looked at him in surprise. I never thought that he would say such deep thoughts to me.
Unfortunately, Namikaze Yukaku has no idea.
Oda Shingo at this moment... is simply making nonsense!
As a senior comic book king in the circle, a capitalist in the comics industry, and an enemy of his peers in his previous life, how could he not cheat workers into working for free?
Describing the tragic childhood, lamenting the wasted years, inspiring young people, and deceiving ignorant girls, this is the standard routine.
But his words sounded full of affection at this moment.
"I had no friends, so all my pocket money was spent on buying comic books. When I was a child, because my parents didn't allow distractions from studying, I used to peek at comic books under the stars and through street lamps."
Even Oda Shingo's voice seemed to have some kind of magnetism.
Namikaze Yukaku felt something deep in his heart was touched.
I didn't expect that he was similar to me when I was a child.
Recall that back then, it was difficult to buy comic books in Konoha Village. Every time someone from the tribe brought them back from outside, she would happily stay up late reading.
I once read a book while holding a candle in my bed, and ended up setting the mattress on fire...
"It doesn't matter if I don't get along with my classmates, we can't talk to each other, or we can't play together! I only have comics to accompany me, and it doesn't matter if I don't have friends!" Oda Shingo told his journey, "But later I found out that I was wrong!"
He turned around suddenly and looked at Namikaze Youkaku.
"Wrong?" Namikaze Youhe was stunned.
"Yes, wrong!" Oda Shingo nodded vigorously, "How could I have no friends? My friends are comics!"
Namikaze Yukaku looked at Oda Shingo blankly.
He said: Comics are friends...
Yes, that’s right!
Having been trained as a ninja since she was a child, after being reminded like this, she suddenly realized that she was also considering comics as her friends!
From the time I entered junior high school, to high school and then to college, I had no one to talk to and no one to keep me company. This was always the case.
Only comics bring various stories to themselves and present various characters to themselves.
Comics are indeed like my friends.
No, that's my friend!
Namikaze Youkaku's heart was filled with emotions, and his breathing became somewhat rapid.
Seeing that Namikaze Yukuru was affected, Oda Shingo paused and paced back and forth: "I don't know if you can understand this feeling. But this friend does bring me a lot of happiness, no worse than any friend. Even better!”
Namikaze Yukaku looked at Oda Shingo and nodded vigorously to express his agreement.
"After spending a long time with my comic friend, I want to draw it myself." Oda Shingo continued, his eyes seeming to reflect the light under the street lamp, "One stroke at a time, let more people see what I have created. comics! Get to know the story I want to tell! ”
Namikaze Yukaku opened his mouth slightly and looked at Oda Shingo in surprise.
Same as myself.
What he thinks and does is exactly the same as himself.
I draw comics because I like comics, and I want others to see my works and let others feel more about me!
There is such an author telling you such a beautiful story in the form of comics!
"I even have an even crazier dream!" The night wind was cold, but Oda Shingo seemed to be getting warm. He suddenly opened the buttons of his coat, stretched out his hand, and pointed from a distance: "Namikaze Jun, have you noticed that building in the distance?"
"That's..." Namikaze Youkaku took a closer look and recognized it as the office building of the Heroic Society.
Although it is dilapidated, there are huge paintings hanging on the outer walls.
That was the protagonist of last year's best comic, a passionate young man holding a sharp blade high.
What an honor it is to have the protagonist of your comic appear on the building! Namikaze Yukaku was envious. "You also think about how exciting it would be if our comics could be hung in that building!" Oda Shingo shook his fist at Namikaze Yukuru.
Namikaze Yukaku's eyes were bright, but he soon became a little embarrassed.
The protagonist of our comic is an inconspicuous bald man in a cape. Hanging on the building that symbolizes the highest honor in the animation industry, will it be a bit social...
It’s not just our club that is dying, is the Qunying Club embarrassed?
Oda Shingo asked again: "You don't want to?"
"Think!" Namikaze Yukaku expressed his thoughts clearly and followed Oda Shingo in shaking his fist.
Regardless of whether he is bald or not, that is the protagonist of the work created by my partner and me! That is irreplaceable, the character I worked so hard to draw!
Think about it, how exciting it would be to have the portrait of the Bald Caped Man hanging on that building? !
Oda Shingo looked at her reaction and was unexpectedly happy with the result he received.
This girl is so easy to fool...
I had prepared more words, but I didn't expect to fall in love so easily.
"So, I hope we work together! Let the dream come true as soon as possible!" Oda Shingo clenched his fists on his chest and shouted loudly, "No matter what difficulties we encounter, we will never give up! Right?"
"Yes!" Namikaze Yukaku also made the same move.
"Even if the manuscript is rejected, we will revise it and resubmit it until it is successfully serialized in the publication! Until we win the championship for the whole year and let the portrait of the protagonist hang on the building, right?"
"Yes!" Namikaze Yukaku echoed loudly.
"So, are you still worried today?" Oda Shingo mentioned the key point, "No matter if the manuscript is rejected or something unexpected happens, our belief in continuing to create will never waver!"
"...Oda-sensei, you are right!" Namikaze Youkaku was not one to hesitate, and confirmed his belief very decisively.
"Then, Namikaze-kun! Concentrate on being the main writer! Complete the latest chapter as soon as possible! Get ready for future serialization! We will definitely win!"
"victory!"
"Hang our comics at the top!"
"The top!" Yukaku Namikaze, who was easily infected, waved his arms excitedly.
"Come on, let's get ready..." Oda Shingo raised his right arm and shouted loudly, "E--E-O--!"
"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Namikaze Yukaku shouted together.
Their voices echoed on the streets.
But Namikaze Yukaku was so excited that he waved his arms...
Snap, cracking sound. She knocked off a flower pot next to the street lamp.
A policeman on a bicycle came following the sound: "Hello? What are you doing?"
"Huh?" Namikaze Youhe was a little panicked.
"Haha, run! We have no money to compensate!" Oda Shingo tugged on her sleeve, warned her, and then took the lead to escape.
Namikaze Youkaku bit his thin red lips, then looked back at the large anime hanging in the office building of the Qunyisha.
I want to create comics with Oda Shingo-sensei!
One day, together with Mr. Oda, our works will be displayed at the highest level in the comics industry!
Namikaze Yukaku also started running, following closely behind Oda Shingo.
The two ran one behind the other.
Although he can run very fast, with Namikaze Yukaku's ninja physical ability, it is simple and easy. She didn't even need to move her hands backwards like wings, and even took the time to look at the shadows on the ground.
As the two of them ran, the shadows left by the street lights continued to lengthen and shorten rapidly.
But they are no longer as clear-cut as before and often come together.
The shadows of their hands are often together, as if they are running holding hands...
The night is like water, and the two shadows are like hearts.
(End of chapter)