I'm drawing manga in Naruto

In fact, Akabane did not lie to them.

During this period, he needed to finish the Land of Waves storyline and the beginning of One Piece as soon as possible, so two of his clones drew Naruto, while he himself personally drew the One Piece manga.

of course……

As the person in charge, being lazy and slacking off is a privilege.

Although he seemed very diligent, in reality, after an entire afternoon, he had only drawn less than half an episode following the storyline of the previous clone.

"Brother...wait, there are three brothers!"

The little girl pushed open the door, about to say something, when she saw three identical faces looking at her at the same time.

"Oh, it's Qingyue. What's up?"

"Can't I come over if there's nothing wrong?"

"You straight man!"

Akabane gritted his teeth in anger. These two clones must be reincarnations of argumentative people. They can argue over a simple greeting.

A handprint.

Bang!

The two clones disappeared at the same time, and then he looked at Uzumaki Seigetsu with a smile and said, "They are just shadow clones of my brother, don't worry about them."

"Oh, so these identical chakra clones are shadow clones."

The little girl nodded thoughtfully.

"What's matter?"

"Oh right, Uncle Shanye brought lots and lots of comics."

The little girl excitedly gestured with both hands.

Again?

Wow, that's fast! Luckily I worked overtime today and finished the rest of the Land of Waves storyline.

Akabane was secretly alarmed, but also overjoyed.

Higher efficiency makes it possible to create a large-scale comic book production, which is a fantastic thing.

"okay, I get it."

Akabane replied, then turned to look at the sky.

By evening... considering the advertising and banners, it was too late to open.

The thought of the banner gave him a toothache.

"Forget it, prepare it yourself. It would have been a mistake to leave it to Yunlang."

Akabane sat down, pondering what slogan to prepare.

After a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"what is this?"

Xiao Qingyue curiously leaned closer, "Tomorrow morning, it's a multi-party collaboration..."

"Cough, Qingyue, don't read it out loud."

Akabane was so embarrassed that he quickly stopped her.

"why?"

"Just don't read it aloud!"

He continued writing and was almost finished making the banner.

He also carefully drew some anime characters around the banner as embellishments.

"looks great!"

Xiao Qingyue stared at the banner, her eyes shining brightly.

"Humph."

Akabane smiled as he folded the banner, then took out a piece of white paper.

Next up is the poster.

"What are these?"

"The promotional materials need to be hung up at night."

Akabane explained simply that it was much faster than something as familiar as banners and posters.

He finished in just a few minutes.

"Brother, are you going out? I want to go too!"

Setting up the venue and promoting it in advance will help boost sales tomorrow.

As for Whirlpool Moon.

Arriving in an unfamiliar environment, it's good to be able to go out and explore, so Akabane certainly wouldn't refuse.

Comic shop.

"Has Mr. Akabane not arrived yet?"

"Yes, but I have already sent someone to inform him, and the young master should already know."

Kurama Yunlang said apologetically.

"It's okay, I'll wait a little longer."

Shan Yequan Hong nodded.

He had already unloaded all the comics, and if nothing else had come up, he could have gone home.

Just then, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared not far away.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late."

Akabane said apologetically, "I was a little late because I had to tidy up some things."

"It's alright, Mr. Akabane. Did you also ask me to take any comics back with you this time?"

The reason why Shan Yequan Hong waited was to update.

"Yes, this is the sixth volume, with a total of eight chapters. You can print them all at once."

Akabane handed him the messy and hastily compiled comic, saying, "Thank you for your hard work during this time."

"It's nothing, you're the one who's more tired as the author."

Shan Yequan Hong smiled.

Each comic book only sells for one hundred taels of silver, but the cost is relatively low, so their factory can make a lot of money from comic books.

"Yunlang, go to the usual spot and hang this banner up."

Akabane handed over the banner.

"Um... Young Master, you've already finished!"

Kurama Yunlang awkwardly scratched his head, then kicked the banner from last time under the table.

He originally planned to continue using the same one as last time, but if he said that now, he'd probably get scolded!

When you unfold it, you'll see—

"Tomorrow morning, the collaborative comic will be officially updated, and I will... promote both literature and art, and spread ninja culture."

So long!

Kurama Yunlang was startled for a moment, then couldn't help but ponder.

Aside from the first two sentences, is there any other special meaning?

"Perhaps my understanding is not high enough to comprehend the mystery of this banner."

Kurama Yunlang thought to himself, then looked at the posters that were being set up.

The poster is quite normal, showing Zabuza and Kakashi confronting each other on a bridge, with the ninja named Haku and Sasuke Uchiha in the background.

Just by looking at the painting, you can feel the tense atmosphere.

"Demon vs. Copy Ninja".

"Naruto Bridge!"

Below each slogan is a table of contents, from which the plot can be roughly understood.

As expected of the young master!

Anma Yunlang admired him more and more, and felt that there was a mystery in the banner in his hand that he could not see.

Konoha doesn't charge advertising fees. Yunlang hung the banner in a prominent position on the street. When he returned, he finally couldn't help but ask curiously, "Young Master, I saw your slogan. Although I don't understand what it means, it looks very impressive. Is there some deeper meaning?"

"Oh, that? I just wrote it on a whim."

Akabane answered calmly.

"I see, as expected of the young master!"

Anma Yunlang admired him but also felt ashamed.

I actually wanted to use that terrible banner from last time. Young Master must have been disgusted by it, so he wrote one himself.

"You just understand."

Akabane patted his shoulder, then waved to the little girl.

The two walked home, one on the left and one on the right.

The little girl took a few steps and asked softly, "Brother, what did that man mean by 'understand'...?"

"Well, that's the secret of publicity."

Akabane hesitated for a moment before answering—

To be honest, he didn't understand what Kurama Unro was lamenting at all; that slogan was just a momentary quirky joke.

As long as the publicity is eye-catching, noticeable, and makes the core message clear, that's enough.

For example, this...

The style of writing and the blooming of flowers are not important; the important thing is that the comic has been updated.

Anyway, no matter how it's written, it's better than Kurama Unro's boring promotional slogans. But now it seems Kurama Unro has misunderstood something.

"What mystery?"

"That's not important. I'm a little tired now and need to go back and get some rest."

Akabane rubbed his temples to relieve his mental and physical fatigue.

Maintaining two shadow clones simultaneously, plus the main body also working, was still too much for them, even with the boost in vitality.

However, this fatigue wasn't too extreme; my body could still handle it.

"Yes."

Chapter 80 A Thousand Readers...

"What a strange slogan, but it looks quite interesting."

"These banners are really interesting."

The next morning, many people immediately saw the banners hanging on the street—no wonder, the banners with various characters were just too eye-catching.

Anma Yunlang couldn't stop smiling.

In just one morning, they sold the amount that would have taken them the entire previous day to sell.

Although Konoha is only so big, and the total number of people buying manga is not that different, it is enough to show that Akabane's publicity campaign is very effective.

Anma Yunlang returned to the shop and roughly counted the number of items sold.

Just then, a familiar voice reached my ears.