Tokyo Sound

Then the big news that Fleet Collection animation was on the agenda was announced, which perfectly connected the past and the future.

The Thunder Bluff Garrison, which practices militarized management, is now well-known to everyone and has become a school of its own.

Some people were once again pushed to the forefront, and this time they were nailed to the pillar of shame.

Chapter 97 Double Qualifying Match

Heisei 25, late winter and early spring.

The weather is cloudy, with low temperatures and 52% humidity.

When he was a student, he often imagined climbing up the Skytree alone to look out over the entire city, carefully counting the streets and traffic like the veins of leaves.

After graduation, he really went to the Sky Tree, and then he realized that he was wrong. Standing so high, you can't see everything clearly, just like facing the sun will only hurt your eyes and make you cry, but turning your back to the sun will make everything clear.

After some time, he started working and could only start with the most basic small roles. Every time he failed an audition, some people called it the "Honnoji Incident."

In fact, everyone can stand in the "narrow barrel" one day, as long as you firmly believe that there are some things that no one can do except you.

So that day he perfectly interpreted the “Japanese gentle male protagonist”.

So that day, he held the master's hand and slashed the white dragon in the snow.

So that day he drank the devil's blood, reached the pinnacle, and became unrivaled in the world.

Shimazaki Nobunaga sat quietly in the corner of the cafe, his hands gently tapping on the keyboard of his thin laptop. The heating here was suitable, the piano music selection was also quite exquisite, and the waitresses who came and went all had their hair tied up meticulously, and their black work skirts had elegant lines.

He types out a few lines of parallel sentences, gently takes a sip of the mellow American coffee, and adjusts his frameless glasses with zero degree. These simple details make him look more like an urban elite.

After consuming his brainpower for more than ten minutes, Shimazaki Nobunaga closed his laptop to charge it. He took out a hardcover edition of "The Count of Monte Cristo" from his backpack and savored the master's writing style and techniques.

"Sir, this is the cappuccino you ordered." The waiter came forward politely.

"Thank you. By the way, order a cup of the same thing for the lady over there. If she asks, just say it's my treat." Shimazaki Nobunaga inadvertently lifted his hair and said reservedly.

This cafe is literary, leisurely, and lonely. The so-called encounter is an unexpected but reasonable intersection.

The lady was not mature. She wore thick-framed glasses that looked a bit bulky and still had some student spirit. The book on the table was "Boiled Warring States" and she was drinking strawberry milkshake.

Compared with fashion, she is more eager for knowledge, simple and lovely.

She had just made a phone call and was quite emotional. Shimazaki Nobunaga unfortunately encountered a breakup in his relationship. The girl's eyes were slightly red at this time, and she was sitting blankly in the window seat, staring blankly at the crowd in front of her through the glass.

Shimazaki Nobunaga couldn't bear this.

The mineral water on the supermarket shelves has a shelf life, so he wondered if everything in this world has a shelf life, including love.

In the past, he saw that the one he loved was separated by mountains and seas, and that mountains and seas could not be leveled.

At that time, he felt that there were boats to cross the sea and roads to travel in the mountains.

Later I discovered that mountains and seas can be leveled, but the human heart is difficult to level.

Today, let me treat the girl to a cup of cappuccino, which may be a small consolation for her.

Just as Shimazaki Nobunaga was feeling the atmosphere of fireworks, the person he had been waiting for for a long time finally arrived. The person had willow-like eyebrows and eyes, wore a black knitted hat, and took in the cool air from the outdoors, walking calmly and calmly.

"You're late..." Shimazaki Nobunaga was about to take the first step.

"It's too cold in winter and it's difficult to get up, so I'm ten minutes late. That's it. Please understand. What do you want to drink? It's on me." The man's words made the friendship shine.

"No need, this cappuccino is still warm, enjoy it." Shimazaki Nobunaga said, "Why are you wearing this again? You seem to wear the same thing wherever you go. Didn't I tell you to wear something heavier?"

"This is the most expensive piece of clothing in my closet." Yin Ze shook the hem of Sakura's shirt, "I even wear this when I attend events."

"What about the avant-garde fashion surprise you mentioned on the phone?" Shimazaki Nobunaga spread his hands.

"Good question. You see it clearly." Yin Ze smiled proudly. He pulled the folding knitted hat down to cover his entire head, leaving two holes for his eye sockets. In an instant, a terrifying Middle Eastern gangster appeared in the center of Tokyo.

"I call it Phoenix Warrior Transformation—" Yin Ze's entire face was covered, and he laughed in a muffled voice, "This is something I bought online. How is it? Is it fun?"

"..." Shimazaki Nobunaga was speechless. He sighed deeply, "We have to do some serious work today. Can you be more serious?"

"It's really too fashionable." Yin Ze was surprised to see that his good brother was indifferent to the transformation. He sat up straight and silently folded his hat and put it away.

"Send me the shopping link when you get back." Shimazaki Nobunaga said again.

"?"

"Okay, let's get to the point." Shimazaki Nobunaga had a serious expression. He rubbed his hands together, looked around, and lowered his voice, "...How is it, did you bring the goods?"

"I brought it." The man said slowly.

The atmosphere changed at this moment, as if a camera started moving and shooting.

"quality?"

"AA grade."

"Okay, okay, I knew I had the right person." Shimazaki Nobunaga was overjoyed when he heard that. He carefully took out a thick red envelope from his underwear pocket and said, "Let's do the deal quickly."

"So anxious?" Yin Ze frowned. He glanced at the envelope, which was clearly the red envelope style distributed during the Chinese New Year. The festive design showed the joy of the New Year. He said strangely, "I have traveled all over the country for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen someone pay money in a red envelope... Great."

"Because this is my New Year's money this year." Shimazaki Nobunaga said expressionlessly.

"How old are you and still accepting New Year's money?" Yin Ze was shocked. "I would be embarrassed if the principal and dean gave it to me."

"As long as I'm not married, I'll always be a child." Shimazaki Nobunaga said impatiently, "Don't worry about it, just count it."

"What do you want to return my money, brother?" Yin Ze waved his hand generously and returned the red envelope. He took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and said, "Take a look at the goods first."

"That's great." Shimazaki Nobunaga reopened his laptop, plugged in the USB drive, and opened it with anticipation.

In an instant, the high-end thin and light notebook clearly arranged all the files in the USB flash drive in front of it. Various folders appeared one after another.

What about "Western Art History Year-End Study Report: A Brief Analysis of the Beauty of Rococo", "The Monism of Man and God in Ancient Greek Art is Finalized and Will Never Be Revised Version 3.0", "Family Tutoring Action: The Carp Leaping Over the Red Gate Plan", "The Spring and Autumn Annals", "The Analects", "The New Edition of the Warring States Period for Monks' Papers: If There Were Parallel Worlds"...

Shimazaki Nobunaga was deeply shocked.

Although I knew that this person was extraordinary, I didn't expect that he was such a hardworking maniac who hid his talent so deeply. He read and wrote so much information in private. He must want to work hard secretly and surprise everyone.

I would like to call him the heroic version of Matsuoka Yoshitsugu!

If anyone says that this person is lazy again, Shimazaki Nobunaga will be the first to disagree.

Just kidding, my brother studied Spring and Autumn Annals!

"Some folders are empty, or filled with title documents to look good." Yin Ze said at the right time, "We occasionally have to hand in homework, and the USB flash drive interface has to be projected on the screen. My classmates are all foreign language literature. My tutor is in a high position and under pressure, he is forced to use the empty city strategy to keep things simple."

"??"

Shimazaki Nobunaga's complexion returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. He half-opened his eyes and moved the mouse downwards.

"Graffiti Essay: I Daydream"

"Hyouka's Final Scan Copy: The Three Heroes of the Wind and Dust: Breaking the Deadline Crisis"

"The first helping hand to Final Fantasy: Warrior of Light: The Greatest of Heroes"

"The subsequent labor reform kidnapped by Final Fantasy: 996·No time to get off work"

"Kyoto Lecture Hall Preparatory Courseware 1: Beautiful Life: How to Draw Lines with a Sense of Life (Internal Document)"

"SSR: Key Project!!"

Oh?

When Shimazaki Nobunaga saw the folder, his eyes suddenly lit up. He said embarrassedly, "I am flattered to be entrusted with such an important task."

"That's the promotional video for a certain game 3.0. Yours is at the very bottom." Yin Ze reminded.

Shimazaki Nobunaga was speechless and dragged the mouse to the bottom.

「New Folder」

"???"

"I don't even deserve a name?" Shimazaki Nobunaga squinted and said expressionlessly, "Your previous titles were more exaggerated than the last, like the titles of a chapter-by-chapter novel, and now your input method has a problem with me?"

"Oh, no, the quality of this thing still matters, the name doesn't matter at all." Yin Ze said deeply, "I read the masterpiece overnight, using all my strength to turn the text into concrete pictures. No one understands the sense of picture better than me, just take a look."

Shimazaki Nobunaga hesitated for a moment, but still clicked on it.

Then, he truly walked into an epic and magnificent magical world.

Under the veil of darkness, the bull-headed troll's figure blocked out the sun, and the earth was dead silent and empty. Its roar was like thunder, and its breath was like the passage of purgatory magma. The bones of the living also turned to dust, and the power of original sin overflowed from its red eyes, and the world was dragged into the cycle of eternal night.

“Oh my god, is this the fourth secret god, Flame Laros?!”

Shimazaki Nobunaga was immediately shocked by the endless details and amount of information, and although he only had a limited knowledge of art, he kept calling it very professional.

"Too strong, so right brother, so right! This composition, this light and shadow, this perspective. Is this the picture at the end of the first volume where the lich summons his avatar to destroy the North?!"

"That's right." Yin Ze raised his head defiantly.

"That's the feeling! This is exactly what I want!" Shimazaki Nobunaga was extremely satisfied. "It just perfectly matches my idea. You are indeed good brothers who understand each other!"

"Hahaha, you can rest assured that I will take action!" Yin Ze said comfortingly.

Shimazaki Nobunaga was so touched by the assistance and reliability of his good brother that he shed tears for a moment. It was really worth the years of friendship.

He continued to flip backwards.

"Oh, this scene is when Larose finally arrives and fights the protagonist."

"Exactly."

"Ah, this is when LaRose was sealed."

"Exactly."

"Yeah, this is the moment when Larose calls out to his fellow tribesmen before falling asleep."

"Hmm... Is this the three-dimensional view of Larose? It's really exquisite and thoughtful, and the settings are very complete. It can be used directly as an animation plan, right?"

"Exactly."

"..."

"Zheng...why are you silent?"

Shimazaki Nobunaga continued flipping through the pages, and was silent for a moment. Then he widened his eyes and spoke in a horrified tone.

"Why are there all these Minotaur monsters in the back?! All kinds of Minotaur monsters!"

"Isn't the drawing good?" Yin Ze asked nervously, "I think this is a world-class design."

"It's not a question of whether it looks good or not... It's really the kind that's impressive. Where's my handsome protagonist? Where's the cute and shy heroine?" Shimazaki Nobunaga asked anxiously.

"In another folder." Yin Ze said after taking a breath.

"You should have told me earlier...and why did you draw so many pictures just for one minotaur?" Shimazaki Nobunaga covered his face.

"Oh, that's not the case. When I do design, I always make many versions of the plan. The client can choose by himself. It's a pleasure for you to choose. Besides, this one is just to my taste. I might overdo it if I'm not careful." Yin Ze patted his friend's shoulder and laughed heartily. "Just keep looking at it. I've brought a digital tablet today. I can give you feedback and make changes at any time until you are satisfied. Once you say something, it's hard to take it back!"

Master Yin has traveled all over the world, but when has he ever uttered such heroic words as patting his chest and swearing a military order?

The agent and the producer were out of touch, and the deadline was nowhere to be seen day or night.

"Forget it, time is running out. Let's go to the editorial office first." Shimazaki Nobunaga looked at the time and packed up simply.

"Okay, let's go." Yin Ze finished his cappuccino in one gulp, patted his clothes and stood up, and asked again, "I see you are a little nervous today, are you okay?"

"There is a little bit, but it doesn't exist." Shimazaki Nobunaga smiled slightly.

The two left their seats and walked out of the store.

Someone took the lead and plunged into the winter streets.

"Sir, the lady just now said thank you and wish you a good life." The waiter came over.

Shimazaki Nobunaga was stunned. He had been trading with his good brother and didn't pay attention.

By this time the girl had left.

"I understand, thank you, and I wish you the same." Shimazaki Nobunaga smiled.

The Sixth Heavenly Demon King strode out and hooked his friend who was also a demon.

"Let's go, our destination is the Lightning Library Editorial Department!"

The two men put on their hats, put their hands in their pockets, and trotted off into the distance in the same posture as middle-aged and elderly people.

Chapter 98: Thunder and Flame Sky Strike