Tokyo, everyone is drawing comics, who still wants to fall in love?.

Chapter 22: The Night is Like Water, the Two Shadows are Like Hearts

"I had no friends and no one to play with until I discovered comic books. Everything in the books was so novel and interesting that it inspired my dreams as a young boy." Oda Shingo stood under the street light with his hands in his pockets.

“I thought that not having friends was not a big deal, as long as I had comics.”

Oda Shingo tilted his head slightly, making it impossible to see his expression. It seemed that what he was saying was a secret that he didn't want anyone to know.

I tilted my face to 45 degrees to stop my tears from flowing...

Namikaze Youhe looked at him in surprise. I never thought that he would say such a thing to me.

Unfortunately, Namikaze Youhe had no idea about this.

At this moment, Oda Shingo... is just talking nonsense!

As a senior king of the circle in his previous life, a capitalist in the comics world, and an enemy of his peers, how could he not cheat those who work for free?
Talking about miserable childhood, lamenting the passing of time, encouraging young people to be ambitious, and deceiving naive girls, this is the standard routine.

But his words at this moment sounded full of affection.

"I had no friends, so all my pocket money went into buying comic books. When I was a kid, my parents didn't allow me to be distracted from my studies, so I used to read comic books under the starlight and under street lamps."

Even Oda Shingo's voice seemed to have a certain magnetism.

Namikaze Youhe felt something deep in his heart was touched.

I didn't expect that he was somewhat similar to me when I was a child.

Recalling that it was very difficult to buy comic books in Konoha Village back then, every time a member of the tribe brought some back, she would happily stay up late to read.

I once read a book in bed with a candle in hand, and ended up setting the mattress on fire...

"It doesn't matter if I can't get along with my classmates, can't talk to them, or can't play with them! Comics are the only thing that keeps me company, and having no friends is nothing at all!" Oda Shingo recounted his own mental journey, "But later I found out that I was wrong!"

He turned around abruptly and looked at Namikaze Youhe.

"Wrong?" Bofeng Youhe was stunned.

"Right, wrong!" Oda Shingo nodded vigorously, "How can I not have friends? My friends are comics!"

Namikaze Youzuru stared at Oda Shingo blankly.

He said: Comics are friends...

Yes, that’s right!
Having received ninja training since she was young, she suddenly realized after this reminder that she was also treating comics as her friends!
From junior high school to high school and then to college, I had no one to talk to, no one to keep me company. It was always like this.

Only comics can bring various stories to oneself and present various characters to oneself.

Comics are indeed like our friends.

No, it's my friend!

Namikaze Youhe was so emotional that his breathing became rapid.

Seeing that Namikaze Yuzuru 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. He is no worse than any other friend, and even better!"

Namikaze Yuzuru looked at Oda Shingo and nodded vigorously to show his agreement.

"After spending so much time with my friend the comics, I wanted to draw them myself." Oda Shingo continued, his eyes reflecting the light under the street lights, "Stroke by stroke, let more people see the comics I made! Understand the stories I want to tell! Let them feel me!"

Namikaze Youzuru 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 work and feel more of myself!

There is such an author who tells you such a beautiful story in the form of comics!
"I even have a crazier dream!" The night wind was cold, but Oda Shingo seemed to be warm. He suddenly unbuttoned his coat, stretched out his hand, and pointed far away: "Namikaze-kun, did you notice? The building in the distance."

"That is..." Namikaze Youzuru looked carefully and recognized it as the office building of the Qun Ying She.

Although shabby, 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.

It is such an honor to have the main character of my comic appear on the building! Namikaze Yuzuru envied me. "Just imagine how exciting it would be if our comics could be hung on that building!" Oda Shingo clenched his fist towards Namikaze Yuzuru.

Namikaze Youhe's eyes lit up, but soon he felt a little embarrassed.

Our comic protagonist is a bald caped man who doesn't look right. Hanging on the building that symbolizes the highest honor in the animation industry, wouldn't it be a bit socially dead...

It's not just our company that is dead. How can the Qun Ying Society feel ashamed?

Oda Shingo asked again: "You don't want to?"

"I do!" Namikaze Yuzuru expressed his thoughts clearly and neatly, and also waved his fist following Oda Shingo.

Who cares if he's bald or not? He's the protagonist of the work my partner and I created! He's irreplaceable, a character I worked so hard to draw!
Just think about it, how exciting it would be to have a portrait of the bald Cape Man hanging on that building? !
Oda Shingo looked at her reaction and was pleasantly surprised by the result.

This girl is so easy to fool...

I had prepared more excuses, but I didn't expect to fall in love so easily.

"So, I hope we can work together and make our dream come true as soon as possible!" Oda Shingo clenched his fists on his chest and shouted, "No matter what difficulties we encounter, we will never give up! Right?"

"Yes!" Namikaze Youhe made the same move.

"Even if it's rejected, we have to revise it and submit it again until it's successfully serialized in a publication! Until we win the annual championship and have the protagonist's portrait hung on the building, right?"

"Yes!" Namikaze Youhe echoed loudly.

"So, are you still worried today?" Oda Shingo mentioned the key point, "Whether it is rejected or something unexpected happens, our belief in continuing to create will never waver!"

"...Teacher Oda, you are right!" Namikaze Yukaku is not a hesitant person, and he firmly determined his belief.

"Well then, Namikaze-kun! Focus on being the main writer! Finish the latest chapter as soon as possible! Get ready for future serializations! We will definitely win!"

"victory!"

"Hang our comics at the top!"

"The top!" The easily infected Namikaze Youhe waved his arms excitedly.

“Come on, let’s get ready…” Oda Shingo raised his right arm and shouted loudly, “Ah—ah—ah—ah!”

“Hey—hey—ah———!” Namikaze Youhe shouted together.

The two people's voices echoed on the street.

But Namikaze Youhe was too excited, and waved his arm...

There was a cracking sound. She knocked over a flower pot that was used as a decoration next to the street lamp.

A local police officer on a bicycle was coming over: "Hello? What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Namikaze Youhe was a little panicked.

"Haha, run! We don't have the money to compensate!" Oda Nobuo pulled her sleeve, gave her a reminder, and then led the way to run away.

Namikaze Youhe bit her thin red lips and looked back at the large anime painting on the office building of Qun Ying She.

I want to create comics with Mr. Shingo Oda!
One day, together with Mr. Oda, we will hang our works on the highest place in the comics world!
Namikaze Yuzuru also started running, following closely behind Oda Shingo.

The two ran one in front and one behind.

Although she ran very fast, it was easy for Namikaze Youzuru to run with her ninja stamina. She didn't even need to put her hands back to make an airplane wing, and even had the leisure to look at the shadow on the ground.

As the two people ran, the shadow left by the street lamp kept lengthening and shortening rapidly.

But the boundaries are no longer as clear as before and they often converge together.

The shadows of their hands often merge together, as if they were running hand in hand...

The night is like water, and the two shadows are like hearts.

(End of this chapter)