I live my life in Tokyo

"Thank you." Nakano Ichika was touched by the compliment.

There was a big gap between her performance before and after the graduation advertisement. Although she was nominally the leading female role in the advertisement, her acting skills were not as good as the second female role. In fact, many trolls on the Internet had complained about her acting skills on the forum, which undoubtedly hit her self-confidence.

After leaving the warmth in the graduation advertising crew, Nakano Ichika felt a little uncomfortable facing the cold wind blowing in her face.

There are too many competitors.

The boy knew that Mai Sakurajima was filming a cosmetics commercial during this period. Even if she was willing to be an extra in this Taiga drama, her agent probably wouldn't agree.

Higuchi Yuanka felt the boy's gaze and hugged her left arm with her right hand - this posture was a slightly defensive self-protection, which the boy had mentioned in the psychology book he read when he was bored.

"During the spring season, I received auditions for extras. Some TV series and movie leads were already selected, so there were no audition opportunities."

"I understand." The boy sighed and nodded in agreement. He didn't think it was unfair.

He debuted earlier than me and has been in the circle for a longer time, so it is natural for him to be appointed as the leading actor.

This is the workplace.

Young people with bare hands chased each other, and everyone wanted to carve out a world of his own.

Following the team, the three of them walked into the bustling square. The staff here put on clothes and wigs of different body shapes for the extras. For example, Ichika Nakano had to wear a wig, otherwise she would be too conspicuous in the crowd.

People in the Edo period did not all wear kimonos. Even the rich wore handmade clothes made on looms. For ordinary people, they obviously could not afford the clothes worn by high-ranking samurai or wealthy merchants. All they wore were patched old clothes.

The patched clothes provided to the extras looked tattered and a bit rough when worn, but they were not dirty. Instead, they looked as if they had faded due to washing.

"Hmm...how do you look now?" He turned and asked Higuchi Madoka who had just changed her clothes.

The boy put his hands in his arms, looking nonchalant, with a handsome face, just like a student from a poor family.

Looking at him, one can't help but imagine a series of stories, such as the boy who was born in poverty, but chiseled a hole in the wall at home to steal light, studied hard for decades, and finally went to Beijing to take the imperial examination in cloth clothes, won the first place in one fell swoop, and changed his fate.

Boys really suit ancient costumes.

"generally."

Higuchi Yuanka was tidying up her linen clothes. Even though she was wearing simple clothes, it couldn't conceal her beautiful aura.

A cool beauty from the Edo period.

Chapter 4 Death of a Nobody

The extras each have their own duties, standing at both ends of the street, each with a different job, representing the common people living in the Edo period. Most of them are farmers and craftsmen, and a few are merchants.

The actors who played the samurai on the street were obviously carefully selected by the director of this Taiga drama. They have square faces, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Just standing there, they reveal an aura of majesty without even being angry.

Taiga dramas are historical dramas, not idol dramas specifically for star-chasing.

In the boy’s imagined star-chasing historical drama, all the samurai need to be handsome, elegant, and suave, similar to the characters in the BL game Touken Ranbu aimed at female players in the previous life. Each samurai has his own charm.

Taiga dramas pursue authenticity and restoration.

The boy was thinking about something. At this time, he repeatedly felt waves of resentful or contemptuous gazes coming from the side. He turned sideways and asked in confusion: "Higuchi-san, why are you looking at me like that?"

"..."

Higuchi Madoka snorted softly, and she unconsciously retracted her aggressive gaze - she felt that she had lost her composure. This kind of gaze was okay when facing Hina, a member of the idol group, but this was the look she gave to an acquaintance.

In front of outsiders, she disdains, or does not want to express obvious emotions.

"Higuchi-san, if you don't want me to do that, I'll ask the supervisor?"

The boy thought about it for a moment and came up with the answer, and immediately suggested it.

Higuchi Yuanxiang shook her head and said softly, "We are not the main actors of the youth drama of STARS Agency now. We are just extras now. How can we have the opportunity to make requests?"

"Then..." The boy paused.

Higuchi Yuuka glanced at the boy who was hesitant to speak, and sighed, as if to expel her negative emotions. "Isn't it just playing a bunch of newlywed couples passing by? I have no problem with that. What about you, Sakakibara-san?"

"I have a problem."

"?"

The boy rubbed his chin, "By the way, what are husband and wife like?"

He was a great sage in his previous life and also possessed the skill of gluttony. He failed several times when trying to find the feeling to confess his feelings. Wouldn't it take him countless times to play a couple?

Higuchi Madoka did not continue to be sarcastic. In fact, when talking about business, she was very serious. She was not like the boys sometimes who would suddenly say something flirty and upset their agent.

"Well... Sakakibara-san can imitate the feeling between parents." Higuchi Madoka suggested.

“I rarely saw my father.”

Seeing that Higuchi Madoka was silent, the boy said to himself, "Didn't we shoot a graduation commercial before? Why don't you imagine the scene after I successfully confess my love to you?"

Higuchi Madoka nodded slowly, thinking it made perfect sense.

She also often uses the associative memory method.

After thinking about it, the boy felt like a few strands of his hair had gone missing out of nowhere. Asking a magician who had never been in love to play the husband of a couple was like rubbing salt into his wounds.

Although he claims to have promoted more than 300 galgames, and can be regarded as the king of bishoujo games, most of these galgames are about dating, with either the male protagonist being talkative or the female protagonist being devoted. Apart from this factor, there are very few epilogues in galgames that are about married life after marriage.

Relatively speaking, playing the role of Nigo's father is very simple, just do it directly.

He couldn't imagine what life would be like after falling in love, let alone getting married.

How vigorously galgame was promoted in the beginning, how unpopular it is now.

Compared to the two members of S.T.A.R.S., Ichika Nakano’s role as an extra was much easier. She put on a wig and became an ordinary farmer.

While the boy was sighing, the supervisor and director had already raised the microphones in their hands and began directing the lighting and props teams to take their positions and prepare for filming.

"Sakakibara-san, you can show your normal self." Higuchi Madoka said calmly, her purple eyes looking directly into the boy's eyes. "Every couple has a different way of getting along with each other. You don't have to deliberately imitate the model couples in movies and TV shows. Your normal self is enough."

"Besides, you're just an extra."

The man was stunned, then smiled sheepishly, "My occupational disease has come on. When I think of a role, I can't help but start analyzing it."

He changed the subject and said, "Higuchi-san is right. Husbands and wives have different ways of dealing with things. If Higuchi-san and I were to play husband and wife, according to what Higuchi-san said, we would treat each other with respect."

"No need to hold hands, exchange glances, or be too pretentious. What do you think, Higuchi-san?"

This is exactly what the girl meant. Even though she threw the question to the boy, she actually didn't know the answer.

In her mind, falling in love was something that was impossible, let alone getting married.

The extras quickly took their positions, and different cameras were set up on the street corners.

This time, the boy did not use the skill of observing the camera position that Oshima Hideo taught him when he was filming Almighty Soda. He was just an extra, and what he should do was to blend in with the crowd.

Several warriors had sharp-looking ancient swords on their waists - the props team deserves a thumbs up.

"ACTION!"

The street, which originally looked like a photograph and was frozen in time, suddenly came alive. People were walking on their own roads. From time to time, voices and shouts could be heard from both sides of the street. There were several businessmen in the restaurant, who were talking and chatting with their glasses of wine.

The boy, girl, and newlyweds, both wearing patched old clothes, walked leisurely and quickly past the pub.

At this time, sounds of fighting and cursing were heard from the corner of the street.

Not long after, the sound of swords clashing could be heard, causing the lower-class civilians to panic and immediately retreat to both sides of the street, leaving a large road in the middle.

Two groups of samurai followed one another, one in front and one behind, and retreated into the street. A middle-aged man with a black headscarf in the lead snorted coldly, "Damned shogunate running dogs..."

On the other side, the middle-aged man with two scars on his face spit on the ground and said, "You are the ones who deserve to die, you lackeys of the Toyotomi clan, your ghosts are still lingering around."

The middle-aged samurai in the black turban was furious. He drew his sword in an instant and slashed at the middle-aged samurai with the scar diagonally amid the screams of the civilians.

"Bah!"

The swords collided, and the middle-aged warrior with the scar was hit by the opponent's sudden sneak attack. He was immediately at a disadvantage and took three steps back.

"Go ahead and kill these remnants of the Toyotomi clan!"

He quickly adjusted his breathing rhythm, pushed the blade back with force, and shouted at the same time.

"Yes!"

The samurai who were traveling with him drew their swords, and the blades reflected the cold light in the sunlight.

When the passers-by and civilians saw the warriors draw their swords, surprise and fear were written all over their faces, and they were immediately in chaos.

"Come on!"

The boy stretched out his hand to block in front of him, grabbed the frightened girl's shoulders and held her in his arms. The girl's arms were shaking with fear.

In the face of disaster, people seem particularly insignificant.

The boy created a relatively safe personal space for the girl, but the cost was that he was pushed by the crowd and fled forward.

No one wants to be killed, nor does anyone want to die in this way in a busy city.

"Are you okay?" The boy turned around to confirm whether he was in danger or not, and asked softly.

The girl bit her lip, her body like a rootless duckweed. She finally felt much better after she climbed her arms onto the boy's shoulders.

"cut!"

The black turban warriors were outnumbered and after a few rounds, they lost several members and quickly fell into a disadvantage. One of them had bloodshot eyes and swung his sword at the civilians nearby.

"Asshole! You attack civilians. Do you still have Bushido in your heart?" Scarred Warrior was furious. He swung his sword hard and cursed, "Weren't you also an ordinary citizen in the past?"

"You hypocritical lackeys of the shogunate, how many people have you slaughtered? Do you think we are blind?"

"You are no longer worthy of being called samurai." The scarred samurai held the sword across his chest and said coldly, "Why do samurai pick up swords? It is to protect their families, friends, civilians, and all the people in this world."

"Protecting the people of the world is a bullshit! As long as your shogunate exists, the people will never be able to gain true freedom!" The black-turbaned warrior's cheek was cut by the blade, bleeding profusely. He sneered, "What do the people of the world have to do with me?"

"You are beyond help."

The scarred warrior gave up trying to persuade the other party to turn back, and in response he slowly raised the blade.

The black-turbaned warrior wiped the remaining blood on his face with the blade of his knife, stepped forward, and slowly leaned forward like a beast about to devour its prey.

King versus king, general versus general, soldier versus soldier.

The warriors under his command stepped on the corpses of civilians around them and slashed at the enemy with their swords, and blood splattered into the sky.

The two men stared at each other coldly, as if they were not looking at a person, but a corpse that was still breathing.

"call..."

The scarred warrior let out a long breath, slowly put the blade back into the scabbard, narrowed his eyes, and looked like a tiger lying on the ground, his whole body filled with power that burst out in an instant.

This is Iaido, and it starts with learning how to use a katana to effectively counterattack an enemy's sneak attack with a short sword while sitting down, and to cultivate an indomitable spirit while strengthening the body.

A thunderous backhand is the winning shot.

The black-turbaned warrior held a sword and sheathed it at his waist.

Sword drawing technique.

Usually he attacks first, swinging his sword with the force of thunder, the blade sweeping through the flesh and blood, and the blood scatters like fallen petals.

He has something that he must cut open.

The two stopped talking because they couldn't convince each other.

The two no longer communicated, because the blade was more effective than words.

They both raised their heads at the same time, their eyes narrowed.

The next moment, the warrior drew his sword.

The fierce clash of words resulted in an even more violent collision. The civilian who had just been stabbed in the chest by the sword fell to the ground, blood all over the floor, and it seemed that he was breathing less and more.

The knife flashed, and human lives fell like cherry blossoms, leaving bright blood lines in the air. The pupils gradually dilated, and the field of vision was the blue sky that was gradually darkening.

"Killed!"

The wailing sound came from afar. The boy turned around suddenly and saw that one side of the samurai had gone blood-thirsty. In the blink of an eye, four innocent civilians who ran slowly were killed by the swords.

The crowd behind kept pushing forward. The boy looked to the side and discovered the fear hidden deep in the girl's eyes.

The girl held the boy's hand tightly, her forehead was covered with sweat in panic, and she was out of breath due to the crowd.

"I'll help you to safety."

The girl was rushed into the boy's arms by the crowd. The boy held the girl's body with gritted teeth against the surging crowd and said, "Follow the crowd."

"My foot is sprained."