Tokyo Sound

"And he's also a martial artist, his name is Chiba Jinsui, do you remember him, coach?" Yin Ze said.

"——This name, I seem to, oh, yes, yes, yes, I remember it!"

Kenji Furugaki was a beat slower, then let out a long, soft cry.

"If we really talk about seniority, he is much more experienced than me. He should be one of the first stuntmen to go to Hong Kong to pursue his action dream!"

"Coach, please check if this is the person." In order to avoid confusion over names with the same name, Yin Ze even took out his cell phone and showed a photo taken in the countryside.

In the photo, the old man was hugging a young man's shoulder in a manly manner. He was wearing a straight long gown, his hair was like silver threads, and his beard was like a lion's mane. He had the demeanor of an old-school master in the martial arts comics of the last century.

"It's him, it's him!" Kenji Furugaki looked quite surprised, his chopsticks stuck in the rice, no longer in a hurry to eat, "...Wow, it's such a fate."

"Has the instructor never worked with him?"

"When they were busy, it was the golden age of action film reform and innovation. By the time I went to pursue my dream, it was already many years later."

Kenji Furugaki was deeply moved.

"I first learned professional knowledge at Kurata Masaaki's club, and only officially participated in filming in 93. In the late 90s, Hong Kong films were actually in decline. I have heard of Chiba-san, who is said to be a hard-working man. No matter what the task is, he jumps off a building or a car and performs it with all his strength without changing his expression. Once, he even thought that the body movements when falling were not obvious enough, and it was almost like throwing a dummy, so he took the initiative to jump again. Although he is not from the opera industry and is a half-baked artist, he is definitely worthy of the title of dragon and tiger martial artist."

"Jumping off buildings, driving cars, explosions... In an era when special effects technology was not yet developed, they used primitive methods to create steel and risked their lives for the movies, but few people remember their names. This group of martial artists is unknown, which is unprecedented."

Kenji Furugaki then added.

"That being said, martial artists are not a profession with high social status. They live a life of living a life of drinking and living a life of ...

"The old man went back to his hometown to get married, and now he lives a leisurely life in the countryside. He is in good health and has no hidden injuries from his early years." Yin Ze said quickly when he saw the action director looking a little sad.

"That's really good."

Kenji Furugaki was somewhat happy to hear his senior's safe farewell. He crossed his legs and looked up at the sky.

"Now that I think about it, besides loving action movies, I may have also longed for the kind of life that thrives in the modern city in the style of the underworld. But no one can escape the end of time. I have seen many people who shine on the screen have a miserable old age, and even began to question their life's efforts... Now seeing the happiness of Chiba's family, I feel a great comfort for some reason."

Yin Ze also sighed.

Those who bear the scorching sun on their backs, those who work hard, those who sleep by the window on the last bus, and those who quietly walk to the balcony and secretly light a cigarette, all have had the most fearless years of their lives.

Sometimes I would stop my busy work, look up at the bright sunshine or look down at the falling raindrops, thinking of someone's tenderness and betrayal, the birth and withering of a dream, and the fragments of screaming at the top of my lungs and lying helplessly.

Some people will just laugh it off, some will have red eyes, and some will remain expressionless.

Maybe there really is "destiny", maybe there is no way to extricate oneself from the threads woven by the three goddesses of fate, but when I hear some voices and see yellowed photos, I can still feel something waking up in my heart.

Perhaps when we wake up, we will be faced with an even more unsustainable reality.

But for people, feeling not alone is such an important thing.

The hero is late, the beauty is white.

In this world, no matter where you are, everyone is living, or has lived, proudly.

Even a man as humble as a grain of sand, a hapless man who has been teased and fooled by the gods, can still be full of enthusiasm and speak boldly.

"By the way, who is this old senior to you?" asked Kenji Furugaki.

"Oh, my classmate's grandfather. I went to his house to play a while ago." Yin Ze said naturally.

……

The supporting actor and the action director picked up their chopsticks and started eating rice at the same time. During the meal, they chatted about some other things, most of which were about interesting things behind the scenes.

"This movie is based on a comic book, but the fighting scenes are quite conservative, not even the actors are flying," Yin Ze said.

“No matter how well you film the wire act, it’s impossible to surpass Hong Kong’s.” Kenji Furugaki waved his hand and said, “And if it really flies, people will accuse you of making it up. In fact, the audience is very friendly. Even if it’s different from expectations, as long as it’s exciting enough and worth the price of the ticket, they are actually very satisfied.”

"I have another question. Although some of the scenes were changed temporarily for me and some action scenes were added, the leading actor doesn't know about it yet, right? How will he cooperate later?" Yin Ze asked.

"Haha, I thought of that, too. Don't worry, that scene was originally arranged long ago, and only yours was changed. He started training before filming, and it's just a matter of adding a few more chopping and stabbing moves. He'll be able to get the hang of it soon."

Kenji Furugaki said easily that after just a short chat, he found this young man interesting and felt that the distance between them was shortened, so he was more willing to encourage him.

"With just this little workload, it will be over soon. You might as well think more about the death scene. I think the director seems to have a new idea and is willing to give you one or two close-ups. This is a good opportunity, you must seize it."

"In this case, I will do my best..." Yin Ze said solemnly. He was already calculating in the background, trying to summarize a set of facial expression motion diagrams suitable for this project.

In the overclocked state, control over the body is improved, and the same is true for the previous action scene imitation.

When dealing with difficult career women, men often use this trick, making their facial smiles softer and more gentle, and now is the time to push this tactic to the highest level!

Theoretically, if all facial muscles can be mobilized, any expressions and facial makeup can be combined.

In the past, men thought this was useless, but making funny faces in a contest after a cocktail party can definitely help you stand out.

but now--

Hehe, I didn’t expect that the stepping stone to becoming a special effects hero would come so soon.

The knowledge of facial bones and muscles that I learned from studying art, and the vast number of TV dramas and movies that I watched to relax, all became my food. Using this evil method, I refined false acting skills, and finally helped me become light!

"Hehe..." The man thought about the scene of being surrounded by thousands of children cheering and smiling sinisterly, as if his trick was about to succeed. The way he tore off the chicken thigh meat was like he was biting the bone and sucking the marrow out.

Kenji Furugaki seemed to be thinking about something.

It is indeed the character of young people. Looking at his scheming appearance, he is determined to seize this hard-won opportunity and soar into the sky.

Alas, desires are too great. For people in the entertainment industry who are very close to fame and fortune, I don’t know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

The two lunch boxes were eaten up completely, and the supporting actors and the action director returned to the team.

By this time, the sky had become completely dark, and the crew had set up the lights. At the same time, the extras who had previously sparred with each other were also eager to try and build up their emotions. Only occasionally, they glanced at the minor role, the God of Gamblers, with a hint of resentment in their eyes.

That's understandable, after all, I lost a chicken leg.

"I heard that you have already practiced it well?" Otomo Keishi came over.

"It's very good. It can even be said to be exactly the same as the action director's instructions." Yin Ze said reservedly.

"Yeah, you've maintained your image very well, very good." Otomo Keishi smiled, like a thrifty housewife examining the fat live poultry at the market, and then looked at the young warrior, "Go, put on some makeup, and then you can come for a few rehearsals, and then the official filming."

The crew began to work busily.

Yin Ze finally saw Battousai who killed him.

A young, energetic, clean-faced boy came over. He behaved modestly and spoke in a kind tone.

"Hello, I'm Sato Ma, please give me your guidance."

"Hello! I'm Kiyori Miura, and I'd like to ask for your guidance!" Yin Ze's eyes sparkled as he stepped forward to greet and shake hands. His opponent was indeed a former Kamen Rider, and his image was indeed excellent. He couldn't show any weakness.

"Oh, hello, hello." Satoma held the warm hand.

"Although there are still many questions I want to ask, now is working time, so let's have a conversation with the swords in our hands!" Yin Ze's words were sonorous and powerful.

"…Is it a rehearsal? Of course." Satoma felt a great resilience from the person in front of him, and he had to cheer himself up and get into the state in advance.

Seeing this, the makeup artist at the side was filled with mixed emotions. She felt that she was too greedy and didn't even know who to cheer for. This was truly a serious sin.

Chapter 137: Like a sleepy teenager

The first year of Yuanji, Kyoto. late at night.

Different from the silence of ordinary nights, the weeping cherry blossoms bloomed like pink fireworks in silence, leaving long trails in the silent breeze. The broken petals swirled and fell, and under the quiet gaze of the orange paper lanterns and candles, they wandered in every inch of the streets and alleys along with the thin water between the paths.

There was a drizzle, the sound of water was gurgling, and the night cherry blossoms were blooming.

A group of people walked through the deserted and cold street.

The leader walked steadily, his body was thin but straight, and his left hand was consciously pressing the sword at his waist.

He was also holding a paper lantern. The faint light dispelled the darkness in front of him, illuminating the calm puddle and his clean white long gown and gray hakama.

The thin light extended along the wide sleeves and belt, and finally illuminated half of his face. The faint light drew gentle and blurred lines on his profile in an extremely obedient manner. The pair of lowered eyes were mysterious, as if they contained poems and wine, elegant and distant at the same time.

A petal of night cherry blossom silently fell on the young warrior's shoulder, as if it wanted to talk to him in his ear and tell him some secret words.

But the man had no intention of stopping, and the petals fell behind him.

"It's getting late, hurry up and get going." The young warrior said modestly. His voice was like the raindrops on the corner of the eaves, small but clear, pleasant and natural.

"I heard about it, Kiyosato." The elderly man in the middle of the team suddenly smiled and said, "Your wedding is next month, right?"

"Yes..." The young warrior nodded.

"Marrying that childhood sweetheart, what a blessing." The old man felt somewhat comforted.

"Thank you very much, but I feel a little guilty."

The young warrior turned his head slightly, and a smile of happiness appeared on his somewhat pale face, slightly diluting the coldness in the night wind and drizzle.

"The world is in turmoil right now, and it's time to do everything we can, but I'm still thinking about my children's private affairs."

"What are you talking about? No matter what the world is like, what's wrong with a person wanting to be happy?" The old man chuckled. "Then I wish you a happy life in advance. You must work hard in the future."

"Yes, thank you very much."

The young warrior nodded, turned around and continued to clear the way, but the smile on his gaunt and handsome face did not fade away.

In the gloom, he noticed the camellias lining the road.

In his hometown, when he, Kiyori Akira occasionally woke up from a deep sleep, he would smell the fragrance of unknown flowers in the small room.

My childhood sweetheart would sometimes pick some things from the mountain and bring them home, such as a few bunches of calamus, a few clusters of autumn pickles, a few branches of camellia buds... She also loved taking care of that small flower garden, especially during the flower season, and she couldn't get away.

The wind cuts and the sun dyes the flowers, and all their colors die.

That narrow and inconspicuous little place was the whole reason why the man held the sword.

In fact, she is more beautiful than flowers.

What gifts should I bring back when I go back?

There seems to be that floral scent tonight as well - but where is it coming from? Is it from where I come from?

After only a few seconds of trance, Qingli Mingliang came to his senses and took a few steps. He then raised his eyes. The warm expression on his face turned into a solemn one, and he suddenly tightened his sword.

An inconspicuous figure was standing at the corner ahead.

The light from the paper lanterns could not reach there, and only heavy shadows could be seen.

"Who is it?" Kiyori Akiyoshi shouted towards the front.

"Are you the Lord Shigekura Jubei, the governor of Kyoto?" A strange slender figure walked over by himself and asked without emotion.

"Who are you? Tell me your name!" All the warriors in the team stood in front of the old man vigilantly.

"Now... I will carry out the Heavenly Punishment." The assassin said indifferently, and suddenly accelerated, rushing directly towards the entire team. His speed was extremely fast, and the murderous aura was like a rainstorm!

"Are you Battousai?" the old man scolded harshly.

The executioner did not react or explain anything. He rushed in front of everyone and pulled out the long knife with all his strength. The paper lanterns were extinguished in an instant, and the only warmth disappeared. In the blackness that enveloped them again, there was only the flash of the knife and the rain of blood.

The first strong warrior who engaged in the battle didn't even have time to react before his chest was cut open by the lightning-fast cassock slash. He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

"Satsuma's lackey! Die!"

The warriors roared and rushed forward. There were many experts in swordsmanship among them, but the black-clad executioner's movements were like ghosts. His sharp long sword easily broke through the defenses of the crowd, either cutting throats or piercing hearts. He harvested fresh lives one after another as coldly as frozen snow, and the hot blood immediately spread all over the ground.

Kiyosato Akira quickly pushed the old man to the back, drew his sword without hesitation, and caught the executioner's blade, which was instantly stained with scarlet.

The two men's swords clashed heavily with such force and momentum that star-like sparks even burst out.

The black assassin had a blank expression on his face and a captivating gaze, while the white warrior had angry eyes and tight lips.

The two sides exchanged glances across the sharp blade.

"You murderer, do you really think you can change the world with just a sword?!" Kiyori Akira frowned and asked loudly.

The executioner's stiff facial muscles seemed to move imperceptibly, but he remained silent. The knife in his hand pulled out as if it had a life and then slashed again. Every move was determined to kill, and the angles were brutal and murderous, just like a bloodthirsty Shura.

The two men fought at a very close distance, and in those lightning-fast confrontations, the young warrior felt the cold hand of death caressing his heart.

Kiyosato Akira barely managed to block the continuous attacks, but the next moment, the executioner, who was obviously from a sophisticated school, had completely grasped the flaws of his ordinary family-inherited swordsmanship.

The next knife was stuck in the blind spot of defense, and there was no time to rescue it. It penetrated the soft abdomen of the young warrior without any hindrance, cut the internal organs, and then went out of the body!

The outcome has been decided.

The executioner didn't think much about it. He had already locked onto the position of the last person and was just waiting to draw his sword and kill the entire group of people.

But when he was about to pull it out, he found that the long knife that had pierced the enemy's abdomen did not move at all.

The executioner looked back quickly and saw that the young warrior was struggling to grasp the weapon with his left hand, while his right hand was raised ready to chop.

And the main target, the frail old man, did not take advantage of the casualties among his men to escape. Instead, he seized the opportunity and attacked with his sword.