Tokyo 1970: I'll draw Doraemon?

Horikawa's thoughts were still lingering on the battle that had just taken place, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

He thought about how powerful Sasuke was after his transformation, his attacks were fluid and graceful, showcasing the pinnacle of genin combat ability.

The ninja combat system here surpasses the previous Kakashi vs. Zabuza, reaching another peak.

He'd buy Future if the plot were irrelevant, as long as the battle scenes were like that.

After all, this kind of content can't be seen anywhere else.

"So powerful, it's just like a movie, Sasuke is constantly running through my mind."

It felt like a brain massage, making him very comfortable.

He had originally planned to watch Black Jack after Naruto, but now he has no intention of doing so at all.

It's even more important to preserve the lingering feeling after watching "Naruto".

Even when he forced himself to watch "Black Jack," he couldn't immerse himself in the story.

That would only ruin that comic book.

"Why are the enemies in the Chunin Exams so strong?"

……

In the past few days, the nanny, Aunt Matsumoto, has been muttering things like, "It's happening so frequently; this size is hard to find." These are some of the strange things she's been saying.

Filled with curiosity, Fujiwara Chiko arrived at school early and entered the classroom.

"Good morning!"

The idiot classmate Matsumoto greeted him.

His dark circles were so heavy they looked like a panda's; Qianzi could tell at a glance that he hadn't slept well.

Good morning, what's up?

"Hahaha," Matsumoto laughed, hands on his hips, "I've been thinking about Naruto all night, I couldn't sleep at all!"

"What's so great about that?" Qianzi rolled her eyes.

She walked to her seat, put down her schoolbag, and ignored the childish elementary school boy.

"Senko, Senko, you're watching Naruto too, right? I've seen you secretly doing hand seals before. Shadow Clone Technique is too basic, look at me, look at me!"

"Si → Chen → Mao → Yin."

Matsumoto's core sank, his fingers flew, and he quickly formed a hand seal for the [Dragon Fire Technique] that had just appeared in the manga.

"Hoo~ cough cough cough!"

He opened his mouth to exhale, but used too much force, and began to cough awkwardly.

The thought of "Wow, that's amazing!" that had just crossed Qianzi's mind vanished instantly.

"It's so boring to spend all our time here."

She shook her head, turned to look at the blackboard, and ignored Matsumoto, who was making a lot of noise behind her.

"Don't you like it?" Matsumoto scratched his head. When he saw other male classmates coming, he quickly took out the ball of yarn from his pocket and rushed over.

Matsumoto shouted:

"Sharingan wielding the windmill third sword."

He then used a ball of yarn to entangle his classmate.

This is Sasuke's wire control technique from the manga, which is incredibly cool. It dazzled Matsumoto, who immediately cut a piece of yarn from his mother's yarn ball and brought it to school.

When he saw his friends with whom he usually joked around, he immediately used it.

"I lost, I admit defeat."

His friend pretended to be tied up and kept slapping his arm.

“Hmm,” Matsumoto hummed with satisfaction, “My [Sharingan Windmill Technique Third Sword] is indeed very strong.”

"Untie me quickly!"

"Don't worry, it's coming right away."

"..."

Half a minute passed, and Matsumoto was covered in sweat, but the knot in his hand was getting bigger and bigger.

“Ichijo-kun… I…”

"You're not going to say you can't solve it, are you?!" Yitiao was also sweating profusely. "The teacher will be here soon!"

"Hmm." Matsumoto gave an awkward smile.

Upon hearing this, Ichijo struggled violently, lost his balance, and knocked Matsumoto to the ground.

"Chiko! Chiko! Help me!"

Matsumoto cried for help repeatedly.

……

Fujiwara Chiko sighed as she closed the scissors.

Elementary school boys are so childish, it's unbearable to look at them.

If only someone like Fushimi could both draw manga and be so gentle...

"Hmm~" Realizing what she was thinking, Chiko shivered and shook her head repeatedly.

"I think Sasuke's decision was right. Given the absolute difference in strength, handing over the scroll to gain a chance of survival is a very rational idea."

The two, who had just had a disagreement, started chatting about comics without any reservations.

In response to Ichijo's viewpoint, Matsumoto retorted, "How can you think like that? Ninja battles aren't child's play; abandoning a mission is abandoning the honor of a ninja! Besides, wasn't Sasuke's fight exciting? I think he'll win!"

“It’s hard to say,” Yi Tiao shook his head. “He has already exhausted all his cards, while his opponent has only suffered minor injuries.”

Matsumoto insisted: "We can do it, as long as we have faith!"

They argued fiercely about the comic's plot, and before long, students who had just arrived in the classroom also joined the discussion.

They split into two factions and fiercely debated their respective viewpoints.

"Naruto's indomitable spirit undoubtedly surpasses Sasuke's!"

"His goal is simply to defeat Sasuke; he doesn't have the same heavy mission as Sasuke!"

Even Sakura said he was a coward.

"Sakura isn't the one who fights!"

They were even more serious than in class, arguing heatedly with spittle flying and faces flushed red; some even rolled up their sleeves, ready to fight.

"Huh? Doesn't anyone want to talk to me about Black Jack?"

An outsider asked timidly, but no one paid him any attention.

……

"The wilderness survival section is also very well drawn."

Kaiji Kanai's expression was gloomy. As he gained a deeper understanding of "Naruto," he realized that this manga was powerful in every way.

The plot and narrative are impeccable.

While Oikawa Nichiru has dehumanized the ninja profession, his depiction of ninja combat makes up for this.

"What was he thinking, to come up with such a brilliant battle plan?"

The system of ninja tools and ninjutsu is a unique feature of Naruto, which undoubtedly surpasses previous ninja themes and injects new vitality.

This is something I can never achieve.

"And why did Oikawa's battle scenes suddenly become so good? It's like he was inspired by a god; they could be used directly to make animation."

"It's so strong it transcends dimensions."

Chapter 128 vs. The First in History, The First in Modern Times

"Second place again..."

Osamu Tezuka's gentle expression froze.

"Black Jack" is a comic book he created by drawing on all his past experiences and pouring his aspirations for his life's dreams into it.

A masterpiece born of a desperate gamble, yet it still lost to Oikawa.

This is something he can't let go of.

"Tsk..."

Shaking his head, Osamu Tezuka stood up.

"Tezuka-sensei, what are you going to do?" the editor asked curiously.

"Noguchi, I'm going to that studio. Don't follow me. Just call me if you need anything."

With only the collected materials in hand, Osamu Tezuka bid a hasty farewell to Editor Noguchi and headed towards an unknown destination.

That was Osamu Tezuka's safe haven, his most mysterious studio.

Family members, assistants, and editors are not allowed to set foot in his space; it is a space that belongs solely to him.

Whenever he needed to, he would go there and draw comics all by himself.

The word "seclusion" is the most appropriate way to describe it.

"We have to win at least once. How can we face Oikawa if we lose all our wins?"

……

"I...I'm third again?"

Looking at the data sheets brought by editor Osamu Kamei, Mitsuru Adachi couldn't imagine his current expression.

Despite being highly regarded by Oikawa-sensei, he not only failed to surpass Oikawa-sensei to become number one, but was also overtaken by the newly joined Tezuka-sensei.

This excellent result, which he had been dreaming of, has now become an embarrassing statistic for him.