Tokyo: The Manga Begins with the Funeral of Frilian

Yoshikawa Taro stared at Frillie on the screen.

She reached out her hand, her fingertips just centimeters away from Simmel's back.

He could cross those few centimeters by bicycle in forty minutes.

But he didn't.

He chose Tokyo.

Yoshikawa Taro took a deep breath and said directly.

Let's vote.

Editor-in-Chief Tanaka was taken aback.

"Director Yoshikawa?"

"Vote."

Yoshikawa Taro put on his glasses.

"Raise your hand if you agree with the serialization of 'The Burial of Frilian'."

Editor-in-Chief Tanaka raised his hand.

Ryota Onodera raised his hand.

The slightly overweight director raised his hand.

Another director raised his hand.

One by one, the editors sitting against the wall raised their hands.

Finally, Yoshikawa Taro raised his hand.

Passed unanimously.

Kamiya Yuma was stunned.

He knew the halo would work, but he didn't expect it to be this thorough.

Yoshikawa Taro stood up and walked up to him.

"That data was compiled by someone overnight last night."

He said.

"You need to draw well from now on."

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Then he turned and walked out of the conference room.

Other directors and editors gradually left.

In the end, only Editor-in-Chief Tanaka and Ryota Onodera remained.

"You're really brave."

Editor-in-Chief Tanaka sat in his chair and let out a long breath.

"Slamming the manuscript directly onto the table—in my sixteen years at Jump, I've never seen a newcomer dare to do that."

"Because it's not a storyboard outline."

Yuma Kamiya said.

"No matter how detailed the storyboard outline is, it's still black and white, it's a draft. But comics are visuals. These things can't be shown in a storyboard."

"So you drew for two days and two nights?"

Onodera Ryota asked.

Forty-eight hours.

Editor-in-Chief Tanaka stood up.

He patted Yuuma Kamiya on the shoulder.

"Go back. Take a couple of days off. Once the serialization starts, there won't be any time to rest."

"Then I'm leaving."

Yuma Kamiya tidied up the manuscripts on the table and left the meeting room.

The corridor was quiet.

He walked to the door of the reception room and pushed it open.

Shiori Shirakawa stood up from the sofa.

"How is it?"

Her voice was tense.

Yuma Kamiya looked at her.

"Passed unanimously."

Shiori Shirakawa was stunned.

Then her eyes suddenly reddened.

"I told you we would win."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"I knew it..."

Before he could finish speaking, Kamiya Yuma's body suddenly swayed.

The spirit of not closing one's eyes for forty-eight hours.

I finally couldn't hold on any longer the moment I heard the news.

Shiori Shirakawa rushed over and helped him up.

He was pulled down to his knees by his weight.

Kamiya Yuma rested his head on her shoulder, his breathing steady.

She's already asleep.

"You idiot."

Shiori Shirakawa whispered.

She gently moved his head onto her lap.

Make him more comfortable.

"No one falls asleep standing up."

The meeting room was very quiet.

Only the sound of even breathing.

Shiori Shirakawa looked down at his face.

His expression was very relaxed after falling asleep, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

"I only did that because I was worried you'd get a stiff neck."

Her face turned red.

"There's absolutely no other meaning behind it. Don't overthink it."

Her fingers hesitated for a moment, but in the end she didn't touch his hair.

It just sat there on my knees, motionless.

Sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on the two of them.

Shiori Shirakawa looked down at the face that had finally relaxed after falling asleep.

"We really won."

She said softly.

"You're amazing."

Her even breathing responded.

When Yuma Kamiya opened his eyes.

What you see is the ceiling of the reception room.

The light from the fluorescent tube was a bit too bright.

He blinked.

"woke up?"

Shiori Shirakawa's voice came from above.

He then realized what he was lying on.

Soft, still warm.

He turned his head and saw Shiori Shirakawa looking down at him.

"How long did I sleep?"

"About an hour and a half."

Yuma Kamiya sat up.

When Shiori Shirakawa pulled her leg out from under his head.

Her expression visibly stiffened for a moment.

"Your legs are numb?"

"no."

Shiori Shirakawa stood up defiantly.

As soon as his knees straightened, his whole body tilted to the side.

Yuma Kamiya reached out and caught her.

He held her wrist with one hand and supported her shoulder with the other.

Shiori Shirakawa crashed into his arms, her forehead touching his chin.

The scent of the laundry detergent wafted over along with my body heat.

"you..."

"Why are you trying to be strong?"

Kamiya Yuma didn't let go.

Shiori Shirakawa's face turned red from her neck to her ears.

"Let go of me."

"Can you stand firmly?"

"Stand firm!"

Kamiya Yuma let go.

Shiori Shirakawa took a half step back, her legs buckled, and she fell forward again.

He reached out to support her again.

"Is this how you stand firm?"

"It's all because your head is too heavy!"

Shiori Shirakawa's voice rose by half an octave.

"You were lying on my lap for an hour and a half, no wonder your head is numb. Do you know how heavy your head is?"

"have no idea."

"At least ten kilograms!"

"That's a watermelon, not a brain."

"Your head is as big as a watermelon!"

She glared at him angrily, her face as red as a tomato.

They can't even stand still, yet they insist on being strong.

"I'll go get you a glass..."

Halfway through the conversation, the door to the reception room was pushed open.

Ryota Onodera walked in carrying a brown paper envelope.

He glanced at the scene inside the room.

Kamiya Yuma supported Shirakawa Shiori with one hand.

Shiori Shirakawa leaned against him, her face as red as a freshly cooked shrimp.

"Did I arrive at the wrong time?"

He leaned against the door frame.

"It's not what you think!"

Shiori Shirakawa quickly jumped away from Yuma Kamiya.

My legs were still numb, and I almost fell again because I moved too quickly.

Kamiya Yuma reached out to help, but she slapped his hand away.

"I can stand by myself!"

"oh."

Ryota Onodera walked in and placed the envelope on the coffee table.

"Kamiya, you're enjoying success in both love and career!"

"senior."

Kamiya Yuma looked at him helplessly.

"What's wrong?"

"You're such a gossip."

"This is my job."

Ryota Onodera spoke with righteous indignation.

"An editor's job is to know everything about the author. The author's love life directly affects the quality of the work. The heroines drawn by cartoonists who are in love are more beautiful."

"That's not how it works."

"I just made it up."

Shiori Shirakawa had already hidden behind Yuuma Kamiya.

She gripped the back of his shirt with both hands.

She buried her face in his back, only her two bright red ears showing.

Kamiya Yuma glanced down at the two hands around his waist.

Without saying anything, he straightened up.

"Senior, where's the contract?"

"Trying to change the subject, huh?"

Ryota Onodera pushed the envelope on the coffee table forward.

"Take a look. It was drafted by Editor-in-Chief Tanaka himself."

Yuma Kamiya opened the envelope and took out the documents inside.

Shiori Shirakawa peeked half her head out from behind him, wanting to look but too shy to do so.

"Serialization contract"

Ryota Onodera sat down on the sofa.

"The official serialization will begin next month. It will be a weekly serialization, nineteen pages per week. The manuscript will cost 9,500 yen per page. The royalties for the collected volumes will be 10%. As for the initial print run, please check that number."

Yuma Kamiya looked down.

"Thirty thousand?"