Tokyo: The Manga Begins with the Funeral of Frilian

"Then let's calculate based on five hours. That's about six thousand."

Ryota Onodera stated.

"Where do you want to spend the money?"

Kamiya Yuma held a dip pen in his hand, twirling it between his fingers.

"Then I'll use this money to buy a souvenir."

"Buy souvenirs? What souvenirs?"

"secret!"

Ryota Onodera cleared his throat.

"Do you two think I don't exist?"

"Is the senior going back to the editorial department?"

Shiori Shirakawa bowed to Ryota Onodera.

"Please drive safely."

"Fine, fine, let's just let this single middle-aged man show off his love."

Ryota Onodera stood up and said, "Then I'll be going, Kamiya."

"Sir, please be careful when you walk, and don't be fooled by strange girls into entering stores that are not suitable for children."

"You little rascal..."

After Ryota Onodera left.

Kamiya Yuma immediately drank the tea in his cup.

"I'm going to paint."

Yuma Kamiya entered the master bedroom.

Unfold the line drawing of the sea of ​​blue moonflowers on the drawing table.

On the night of the full moon, Frilian was alone in a sea of ​​flowers.

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What color is moonlight?

The first three shades of blue.

Cobalt blue is very cold; when painted, it gives the feeling of an icebox.

Ultramarine is very hot; when painted, it resembles a tropical sea.

The third type is cobalt blue mixed with ultramarine and a little gray, which is barely usable, but something just doesn't feel right.

Close your eyes.

An absolute sense of color unfolds in my mind, and each color is transformed into a certain proportion.

After opening his eyes, Yuma Kamiya picked up the palette.

Two colors are mixed together on the palette.

This is what it looks like.

The next morning, Shiori Shirakawa retrieved a deposit slip from the bank.

She put the shoes in the entryway and then said so.

"received."

"What?"

"Subsidies provided by Shueisha."

Yuma Kamiya is looking at this week's Jump sample issue at the low table.

"Perfect timing to buy a few pounds of premium beef, let's have hot pot tonight."

"Can't."

Shiori Shirakawa folded the detailed list neatly and put it in the drawer.

"This money is for buying souvenirs."

"All right."

"Come with me."

Kamiya Yuma put down the sample magazine and asked, "Why did you make me come with you?"

"Because it's a souvenir of two people living together."

She took a coat from the bedroom and put it on.

"I've had my eye on it for a long time."

The grocery store in Banqiao is only about a ten-minute walk from the apartment.

Although it's called a general merchandise street, it's actually just a very narrow commercial street.

The shelves in each store were piled up from inside the store to the entrance, so you could only walk sideways.

Shiori Shirakawa led Yuma Kamiya into an inconspicuous general store; the store was very small.

A row of iron spatulas and spoons hung by the door.

The shop owner was an elderly woman with gray hair, sitting behind the cashier reading a newspaper.

Shiori Shirakawa walked straight to the innermost shelf and squatted down.

At the bottom of the shelf was a row of mugs, all different colors and styles.

She picked out two and held them up for Kamiya Yuma to see.

One blue and one white.

There are no patterns.

It's just a simple plain-colored mug.

"How much?"

Yuma Kamiya took the cup and looked at the bottom; there was no label.

"One thousand two hundred yen for one pair."

Shiori Shirakawa said.

"Six hundred yen each, much cheaper than beef."

"Then let's buy this one."

Shiori Shirakawa took the cup to the cashier.

The old lady put down her newspaper and glanced at the two of them.

"These cups have been sitting here for more than half a year. The color is too plain. Young people prefer cups with patterns."

"Simple colors look better."

Shiori Shirakawa took out her wallet.

"Vegetarian food will never go out of style."

The old lady wrapped the cup in old newspapers and put it in a brown paper bag.

"People who use this kind of cup are destined for long-lasting relationships."

Shiori Shirakawa paused for a moment.

"...We're not in that kind of relationship."

The old lady chuckled and said nothing more.

After returning home, Shiori Shirakawa washed the two cups clean.

One was placed on Yuma Kamiya's drawing table, and the other was placed on his bedside table in his bedroom.

"The blue is Freya Blue."

She stood at the door of the master bedroom.

Watching Kamiya Yuma place the cup in the upper right corner of the drawing table.

"White is the crimson grass of Simmel."

Kamiya Yuma turned to look at her.

"You even gave the cup a name."

"A souvenir should definitely have a name."

After Shiori Shirakawa finished speaking confidently, she turned around and went back to the kitchen to cook.

7 PM.

Yuma Kamiya has finished his work for today.

The manuscript was neatly placed on the upper left side of the drawing table.

It was two days ahead of the agreed deadline.

He sat down on the sofa in the living room.

He was also holding a blue mug.

It's filled with cheap tea leaves.

The television was on, showing NHK's evening news.

The anchor's voice on the screen was still as exciting as ever.

"The Nikkei average briefly broke through the 39000 mark during the day, and although it retreated somewhat at the close, the Securities Association believes this is normal profit-taking. The 40,000 mark is just around the corner."

The next scene showed footage of the Tokyo Stock Exchange.

The men in suits patted each other on the shoulder, all with the same excited smiles on their faces.

"The Ministry of Finance reiterated today that it will continue to implement an accommodative monetary policy. The Bank of Japan governor stated at a press conference that the fundamentals of the Japanese economy remain sound, with corporate investment in equipment continuing to increase and personal consumption steadily rising."

Shiori Shirakawa placed a plate of washed grapes at the other end of the sofa and then sat down.

"Going to watch the news again."

"ah."

Yuma Kamiya looked at the screen on his computer. The anchor continued the report.

"Mitsubishi Estate announced today that it has completed the acquisition of all shares of Rockefeller Center in New York City. Rockefeller Center is now owned by a Japanese company. American media outlets are again exclaiming that 'Japan has bought America.'"

The scene shifts to New York.

Rockefeller Center gleamed golden in the sunset, and flags fluttered atop the building.

"A report released by the Real Estate Research Institute shows that commercial land prices in Tokyo have increased by 42% compared to last year. The price of land in Ginza 4chome has exceeded 100 million yen per tsubo (3.3 square meters), setting a new record high."

Shiori Shirakawa put a grape in her mouth.

"Land prices are rising so fast."

"Soon."

Kamiya Yuma did not receive a positive answer to his question.

"What do you mean, fast?"

"We're almost at the top."

Shiori Shirakawa turned her head towards him.

How did you know?

"Because trees can't grow to the sky."

Kamiya Yuma has finished his tea.

"The Ministry of Finance maintained a loose monetary policy, banks lent money like crazy, and companies used the borrowed money to buy real estate in the United States, causing land prices to rise by 42 percent in one year. Nothing can keep rising forever."

"But everyone is saying that this is the best of times."

"They said the same thing last year. It was the same last year. Every year since 1941 has been the 'best of times'."

Kamiya Yuma placed his hand on the cup.

"But the best of times and a bubble are actually the same thing."

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