Anime rating game

I just don't know what Muku was thinking?

"I'm willing to go to Tokyo, for Xiaoxi..."

Chapter 262 A Real-Life Role-Playing Game

After her New Year's holiday, Musashino immediately began working on her current project.

In addition, with half of CL already produced last quarter and four other animations underway, even with a significant number of staff borrowed from the other company, it was still a considerable challenge.

The morning meeting on the first day back from the holiday lasted for more than an hour before all the tasks were broken down and assigned to individual staff members.

"Well then... that concludes today's morning meeting. Meeting adjourned."

Stepping out of the meeting room, Masamune noticed that Aoi Miyamori had dark circles under her eyes and looked quite tired. Curious, he asked:

"Did you not sleep well last night?"

Although it's usually hard to get back into work mode on the first day after a holiday, this is the first time I've seen someone with such dark circles under their eyes.

"Hey... I went back to my hometown on the first day of my vacation."

“After that, people came to my house every day, whether they knew me or not, neighbors, or relatives.”

"They ask me how animation is made, how much my salary is, what it feels like to have superpowers, and what my relationship is with the company president."

“Every night there are parties, and I can’t go to sleep until very late. In the morning, people come to visit me, specifically asking for my name.”

"President, I regret it so much now. I wish I hadn't gone back to my hometown."

"Who would have thought that animation would have such a huge impact?"

"During the past 8-day holiday, I could only sleep 4 hours a day. I finally got back to Tokyo yesterday afternoon, but there was construction going on near my rented apartment, and it was noisy all night long."

"I stayed up until 10 p.m., took a shower, and was just about to go to sleep when I received another call from my hometown. They said they had earned a lot of money from wedding gifts during the holiday and decided to renovate their house, asking for my opinion..."

Listening to Miyamori Aoi's incessant chatter, Masamune couldn't help but laugh.

How much money did they actually earn from gifts?

It's practically like selling tickets to a Miyamori Aoi meet-and-greet.

"Today's main task is planning three new anime series. You don't have much work this morning before we meet this afternoon. How about you go to my office and take a nap first?"

"Huh...? Is that okay?"

"Of course, rather, with those dark circles under your eyes, can you really focus on your work at the meeting this afternoon?"

"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony, thank you."

"You're welcome. There's a blanket in the cabinet under my desk. You can adjust the air conditioning temperature yourself."

"Thank you."

......

Having temporarily given his office to Aoi Miyamori, Masamune finished discussing revisions for the three works of the season in the scriptwriting department upstairs, and then wandered around for a bit before heading to his office on the second floor.

Just as he reached the door, Karasuma Chitose's voice came from inside the house:

"Why? What did I do wrong? Why is God punishing me like this?"

"What is this talking about?"

When Masamune entered, he found Karasuma Chitose chatting, or rather, complaining, with Setsuna and Umaru.

"We're talking about the reward at the end of December, no, it should be called a punishment."

Karasuma Chitose curled his lip, his face full of indignation, and clenched his fist, gently swinging it:

"What kind of reward is this? It's clearly a punishment. Why do we have to exercise every night?"

"And it's at least an hour."

"The most crucial point is that there are no hints."

"I felt like I had exercised for an hour, so I took a shower and went to bed. But lying in bed, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep."

"I think I wasted some time drinking coffee, getting distracted, and looking at my phone in the middle, so I added another half hour, but I still couldn't fall asleep."

"I went to the hospital to buy some sleep aids, but they were completely useless."

“I haven’t slept well almost every night these past few days.”

That sounds like a familiar excuse.

Masamune glanced at her eyes subconsciously. They were completely different from Miyamori Aoi's; she had no dark circles and didn't look like she was sleep-deprived.

"You don't look like you didn't sleep well."

"No, you can see it if you come closer, my eyes are bloodshot. I used to sleep at least 8 hours a day, but these past few days I've only been able to sleep 6 hours a day, which is a big problem!"

Masamune was speechless. What a lazybones!

If Aoi Miyamori were here, I feel she would be so envious she'd cry.

"I remember your superpower doesn't require you to exercise before bed, right? You can easily choose to exercise during the day and focus on it for more than an hour. It's not difficult at all."

"No...no, this is super difficult, okay? I have to exercise every day, and it looks like I'll have to keep it up for the rest of my life. What if I change careers in the future?"

At this point, Karasuma Chitose's eyes lit up, and he said with a hint of excitement:

"So, it seems my superpower description is job-specific; I have to train in skills related to my profession for an hour."

"In other words, if I become unemployed, then I won't need to exercise."

"Are you going to retire on the spot?" Masamune asked in surprise.

"Of course not, I'm just thinking about the future. Although the voice acting profession doesn't seem to have strict age requirements, I can't be a voice actor forever. There will always be a day when I retire."

"I can manage for a short time, but what if... I have to exercise for a lifetime, and when I'm seventy or eighty years old, I definitely can't handle it."

Karasuma Chitose let out a soft sigh of relief, put his hands on his hips, and laughed:

"Since it's tied to my career, then there's no problem. The initiative is mine. If I can't stand it anymore one day, I can retire anytime and become a shut-in NEET, hahaha..."

Masamune looked at her speechlessly, then turned to the other two:

"What brings you two here? There shouldn't be any work for you today, right?"

"I'm here to choose songs. My manager helped me collect quite a few. It's a new year, and it should be a fresh start," Setsuna said with a smile.

"Although the animation company upstairs seems to have just finished its holiday, the agency has been operating continuously, even during the annual holiday."

Doma Umaru then changed the subject, adding with a mischievous grin:

"Actually, I've already joined Musashino Agency as a freelancer."

"Huh...? You don't mind going out to work?" Masamune was somewhat surprised.

"Hehe... Compared to staying in front of the computer playing games all the time, I feel this is quite interesting, like playing a real-life simulation game. Except, the character I'm raising is myself."

"Moreover, I like the profession of a freelancer."

At this point, Doma's face lit up with a smile, his eyes brimming with excitement:

"It's like playing a role-playing game, from a first-person perspective, where you come to the agency to choose the missions that are available at your current level."

"After completing the task, you can get money and experience."

Now that you put it that way, it seems to be true.

She plays role-playing games, while I play simulation management games.

Masamune seemed to be deep in thought.

What is your current task?

"I'm still choosing," Ms. Ando said. "I can choose one from radio, singing and dancing, voice acting, or publicity. However, I'm still considering which task pays more, is less demanding, and offers more experience."

"This must be the job most people dream of, right?"

“Shizuka is not like that. She only chooses tasks that are demanding, require a lot of experience, and don’t care about the money.”

"Everyone has different ideas. Anyway, welcome to Musashino."

Chapter 263 I'm sorry, I can't sing this song.

After chatting for a while, Masamune also saw the song that Setsuna had mentioned that the manager had collected.

Judging from the names of the composers, a considerable number of them are actually composed by composers affiliated with their own company.

"What do you think of these songs, Setsuna?"

"They all sound pretty good."

As she spoke, Setsuna closed her eyes and hummed a few lines softly.

"The melody is very pleasant, the lyrics are easy to remember, and it's very easy to sing."

Upon realizing that Masamune had fallen into deep thought after she finished speaking, Setsuna asked in surprise:

"Did I say something wrong, Mr. Masamune?"

"No, it has nothing to do with you. How should I put it, I have another playlist here, which I've been compiling over the past two months. It's just... I'm not sure if you can sing it."

In the past two months, after remembering a song, I would immediately go to the composer I remembered and ask them to help "improve" it.

Before I knew it, I had accumulated quite a few songs.

The problem is that almost all the Japanese songs Masamune knows are related to anime.

"Mr. Masamune's playlist? Please let me see it."

"Let me make this clear first, I'm going to use some of these songs in my animation production."

"Hmm... I'm ready anytime, whether it's a theme song or voice acting for an anime."

"That's easy to say."

Masamune sent the document to a broker who was closest to the printer. It was seven pages long and was printed out quickly.

"Some are still being improved; only these few have been completed from lyrics to music."

"Ah."