Tokyo Sound

The executioner kicked the young warrior hard in the abdomen. The young warrior staggered backwards and fell backwards due to the severe pain and the kick. The long sword also slashed smoothly with blood and almost cut off the young warrior's fingers.

The executioner completed the next knife stand in the blink of an eye. Before the blade could touch the old man, he gathered his strength and pierced the old man's neck with the knife, killing him with one blow.

The drizzle continued, dyeing the ground dark red. The scent of scarlet filled the air, and even the fragrance of flowers could not cover up its strong scent.

ended.

Silently looking at the lifeless corpses on the ground, the executioner took out the petition for extermination stained with the enemy's blood from his arms, threw it on the ground casually, and turned around to leave.

But he paused, turned back, and showed a look of surprise.

The young warrior struggled to get up, knelt on the ground, covering his bleeding abdomen, and raised his head with difficulty. Through the thin rain curtain, he was trying hard to look at the powerful assassin who was standing there safe and sound.

That was a serious injury that was certain to cause death, but he was still able to stand up. This is already a commendable willpower and resilience.

The executioner was silent for a while, then he picked up the knife again and walked towards the dying warrior, as if he wanted to help him get rid of it quickly.

The mortally wounded young warrior just gasped heavily and did not move.

But just as he was getting close, Kiyosato Mingliang, whose face was as pale as paper, suddenly opened his eyes and moved abruptly. He rolled over and grabbed the spare knife that his dead companion had on his waist. The moment he jumped up again, he had already drawn the knife out of the sheath, and completed a standard sitting sword-drawing technique in the flash of wind!

Rather than wait for static death, the man chose to fight back with all the strength he had left in his body.

His unwillingness, his anger, his hatred, the promises he made to others in the past… all turned into this sword. The sword cut through the air and even cut through the rain curtain. The sword made a vibrating humming sound like a human roar, and in the endless night, it showed a sad and beautiful arc, like the moonlight that disappeared in the blink of an eye!

The executioner stomped the ground hard, crushing the puddle, and slashed with his sword.

The two sides passed by each other——

Battousai felt a burning pain on his cheek, and a beautiful and fatal line of blood suddenly bloomed from behind him, from the man's neck.

The knife that carried all of Kiyori Akira's will fell from his hand with a crisp clang. He tried to stand up again, but after stumbling, he could only lean against the wall beside the path helplessly, and then slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

The white walls were left with shocking bloodstains, which were washed by the drizzle and looked hideously luxuriant, like red spider lilies in full bloom.

A set of white clothes and sleeves stained with blood.

The weeping cherry tree was still shedding its petals, swirling gently and falling on the young warrior's shoulders.

The man's head rested lightly against the wall, his eyelids drooped, and he breathed softly, like an innocent boy who could not resist sleepiness.

He tried hard to open his eyes, and others could still see the spring snow and the dawn hidden in his eyes. After that, his eye sockets gradually turned red. His throat, which was bleeding, barely trembled a little, but no beautiful and crisp sound came out.

Only his lips were moving slightly, as if he was calling someone's name.

'bar……'

The man looked at the camellias in the distance, as if he was looking at the flower garden in his hometown and the lover surrounded by spring.

He finally released his hand that was covering the wound and closed his eyes tiredly.

As if asleep.

Only tears slid down that colorless, graceful face, mixed with the rain, and fell into the stream of blood beneath the body.

……

Keishi Otomo stood in front of the camera, his whole body hunched over like a shrimp, staring at the close-up shot.

The crew maintained absolute order and silence during filming, but he seemed to be hallucinating and vaguely heard a non-existent elegy. It was too beautiful, a poetic and picturesque farewell. Rather than death and passing away, it should be more like the end of a book, the withering of a bouquet of flowers, and the end of a season.

He stared at the samurai in the camera, who looked like a dead sleeping warrior against the backdrop of cherry blossoms, and forgot to shout for a moment.

After Jiujiu came back to his senses and said "Cut".

The crew began to applaud enthusiastically one after another.

It was definitely a successful shoot, all at once, with everyone giving their best.

Especially the expression of someone before death, the affection and bitterness on that face at the moment of death is absolutely breathtaking!

All the corpses lying on the road were instantly resurrected, performing a medical miracle, and they got up, patting their butts. Of course, Master Yin, who had died the most beautifully by leaning against the wall, also crawled up.

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2Where did you learn to perform opera?" Otomo Keishi walked over quickly and clamped his hands around someone to ask.

The director actually realized this later, after all, he had been focusing on the dazzling beauty and withering throughout the whole process.

But now I think about it, this guy's performance before his death was amazing.

Without lines or unnecessary body movements, simple changes in the eyes and micro-expressions are enough to create a lot of layered effects, especially the silent cry and the transition from pain and unwillingness to closing the eyes with love, as smooth as water.

Such infectious performances and shots are rare.

If the original expectation for this scene was just the super-poignant beauty that was beyond the formula, now it has a bit more shocking meaning.

This was definitely beyond the director's expectations. The superior image conditions and extraordinary acting skills made the originally planned role, which was only intended to serve the plot, become heavy and sublimated.

Only with this kind of quality and this kind of starting cause can it be worthy of the tragic fate that later happened between Kenshin Himura and Tomoe Yukishiro!

"I've never studied opera." Yin Ze said truthfully.

"Wow, you are really a genius!" Otomo Keishi said happily when he heard this.

"Be careful. You can do it. Be careful." Yin Ze patted the other person's shoulder to show his encouragement.

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This really messed up the director.

"Haha, handsome boy, the scene just now was great. Your movements are more graceful compared to when you practiced." Kenji Furugaki and the martial artists also gave him a thumbs up.

Haha, that's natural, because I didn't hesitate to overclock and optimized it several times in the background.

"So strong..." The extra who played the miscellaneous warrior also sighed from the side. Of course, if he was willing to return the chicken leg, he would be even more generous in praising him.

"It was an amazing performance. I learned a lot from it." Satoma said politely after he had finished chopping down a street.

"Wow, Souji, my Souji..."

The makeup artist who witnessed the whole scene was so upset that her eyes were red. Especially in the moment before death, her heart was broken. She bit her handkerchief in a very girlish way, and waited until everyone here finished talking before running over to wipe her face and change into clean clothes.

"What time is it now?" Yin Ze asked.

"11 o'clock in the evening." said the makeup artist.

"Does the crew have midnight snacks?" Yin Ze asked seriously.

"Have."

"Oh, that's great. Please allow me to rest on the bus for one night, sleep until tomorrow noon, have a pork trotter meal, and then I can go home from get off work." Yin Ze nodded with satisfaction.

"What are you talking about? You can only leave tomorrow anyway." The makeup artist said, "There is another scene tomorrow. Kenshin returns to the crime scene the next day and sees Yukishiro Tomoe crying in front of your corpse..."

"Ah? Didn't they say that the actors haven't been decided yet? Then who will cry to me?" Yin Ze was puzzled.

"Since you two are so compatible, why not let her come?" Otomo Keishi said nonchalantly. "Besides, she did your makeup, which indirectly helped me. Seeing how much she cares about the filming, let her enjoy it too. I can still make the decision."

The makeup artist looked like she was about to faint.

Oh my God, doesn’t this mean that this fate must be recorded in a photograph and released to all markets for audiences to appreciate over and over again?

"Director, can I really do this?" the makeup artist asked anxiously, "Am I too fat to look photogenic?"

"Sure, you'll only show your back to the audience anyway, and once you're wearing a kimono, it'll be hard to tell whether you're a man or a woman. Since you're so into the role, let you do it. We can save the trouble of finding extras." Otomo Keishi shrugged.

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Chapter 138 What did you just call me?

The man actually rested for a night on the crew bus. Since he had a secret skill comparable to Nobi's eldest son, he didn't have any restless sleep. The next day, he went on stage again wearing the same costume.

The staff took the equipment to spray tap water on the top to make artificial rainfall, and the man became a drowned chicken. In addition to blood and mud, his face was also covered with blood. The blood plasma was of course a prop, and the mud was really made from local materials. At first, the director thought that this handsome guy had a burden on his image and might not be happy to smear dirty mud. Unexpectedly, he was happier than anyone else when playing with mud. He also smeared mud on each other with a group of extras, and had a lot of fun, just like smearing cake cream on each other at a birthday party.

This rain scene is very simple, it’s about collecting corpses.

The makeup artist who had been tossing and turning all night excitedly did her own hair, makeup, and kimono. Of course, after being drenched by the large shower, everything was gone.

The makeup artist, whose back was facing the camera and whose gender was unclear, wept bitterly over the peaceful corpse of Master Yin. The police came to clean up the corpse and covered the pale face of the man with a straw mat, which was covered even by the muddy water.

In just a short while, the shooting was over and Yin Ze finished the filming successfully. After washing and changing back into casual clothes, he received a bouquet of flowers from the makeup artist sister, saying that it was to celebrate the successful completion... He had been a supporting actor and made heroic sacrifices for so long, but this was the first time he received a wrap-up flower. No matter how sluggish the film industry is, he is still a movie producer, and he is richer than those who work in TV animation.

The morning passed quickly, and when it was time for lunch, someone was running faster than anyone else. Even the experienced extras in queuing felt inferior to him and felt that they were getting old.

Otomo Keishi walked around the crew with his meal, but he couldn't find the young samurai. Logically, he should have been able to spot him from a long distance, as he was the kind of person that could be spotted at first sight.

He mainly wanted to talk about it again. After filming last night, he re-watched it today. The more the director watched it, the more he felt that the performance was not simple. There were no lines, and the close-up of the face was purely based on the expression to lead the audience. Under such conditions, it was difficult for a mere amateur to grasp it. He initially wanted to give a strict order to restrict the actor from making expressions, so as not to pretend to be delicate and ruin a good face. But he still endured it and planned to wait for the other party to make a mistake first, and then point to the case to talk about it, which would be more convincing.

But I didn’t expect that the director wouldn’t need to make any arrangements.

…Fear, hatred, unwillingness, sadness, control, red eyes, followed by reluctance. There are changes, and the control is very subtle, releasing emotions, but not making the facial features unbalanced. Then I want to speak, but I can't make a sound, instead I cough up blood foam.

Otomo Keishi doesn't believe this is so-called talent, this set of moves must have been designed.

One small detail that can prove this is the frequency of blinking.

Blinking also requires certain techniques in performance and requires rhythm. It cannot be done subconsciously; just do it in whatever way is comfortable for you.

Especially in close-ups, too much blinking will be noticed. Even some news anchors will endure the soreness in their eyes and refuse to blink when reading scripts. Actors who are demanding of themselves can often keep their eyes bright and open for a whole minute.

This is a mistake that amateurs and even professional actors with little experience will make.

In this short clip, the young warrior was almost shot in the face, and the audience's attention was all on his face and his eyes. If he blinked, it would be ruined. Obviously, he knew this, so he only blinked once, before his eye sockets turned red, at the point of emotional change, so that the effect was very good.

This manifestation of restrained instinct is the proof of training.

Otomo Keishi didn't think this could be performed naturally, and the control of details must have been designed. He didn't know the guy's name before this, and he didn't know his background at all, but he really thought this part was amazing.

Sometimes an actor's fame doesn't depend on the entire movie or the script; often a moving shot is enough to impress the audience.

Impression is this magical thing.

What’s even more commendable is that he is still so young and so handsome.

Amazing.

Otomo Keishi wanted to have a good chat with him. He had signed a contract with Warner Japan for three films and was looking for someone. There was no reason to miss such a great person.

But the ambitious director turned around three more times and still couldn't find it.

"Have you seen that handsome extra?" Otomo Keishi asked the action director puzzledly.

"Oh, it's him. He took three boxes of pork trotter rice and left." Kenji Furugaki turned his head.

"Three boxes? Your teeth are so good?" Otomo Keishi was surprised. He can maintain his figure with such a large appetite, he is very self-disciplined!

"He said that he had devoted himself to his acting career over the past two days and had consumed a lot of energy, so he needed to replenish it. He also said something like, 'I have died in several scenes, so I deserve this reward.' The aunt who served the meal was soft-hearted and let him take three portions," said Kenji Furugaki.

"It doesn't matter. Where did he go to eat?" Otomo Keishi asked.

"It's time to get off work." Kenji Furugaki said in a deep voice.

"what?!"

"He's off duty."