Tokyo Sound

"Why don't you make a move?" The sudden question frightened the character he controlled and made him jump. The seemingly quiet boy had quietly stood behind him like a ghost, his eyes flashing with strange light.

"I'm trying out my moves." Yin Ze turned his head, took a breath, and repeated his skills with his years of gaming experience.

"you will not?"

"will not."

The boy did not ask further questions, but stroked his chin, and remained silent as if he was thinking about a project.

After all, he was a frequent visitor to the game hall in the past. He could pass the levels easily with his basic skills. However, since he was not familiar with the special moves, he gradually found it difficult in the subsequent levels, and was eventually killed by the computer's cool ultimate move.

However, before Yin Ze could open the Corridor of Life to review and read the information in his mind at 19 times the speed and challenge himself again, the boy behind him spoke.

"The opponent is a player, and he has already been slashed ten times. [Note: "Slash" refers to the terminology in the game "The King of Fighters". The full name is "One Breath Ten Cuts". One Breath refers to an energy ball. One cut is 10% of the opponent's health, and ten cuts is full health. "One Breath Ten Cuts" means that the player uses one energy to knock down the opponent's full health.] Alas, this is not how you use the Mystic Eyes of Death."

"...How about you come?"

"Okay, make some room." The boy, contrary to his humbleness and reserve when they first met, brushed off the non-existent dust on his clothes and sat down leisurely. Yin Ze stood by and watched with his arms folded.

The boy took the opportunity to do it with ease. The cursor flashed around and the character was selected and loaded in an instant. It took less than two or three seconds.

As soon as the battle started, the girl with devil eyes soared into the air, and streaked across the night sky like lightning. She easily seized the loopholes and broke the defense. When she landed, she launched a close-combo attack, knocking back the opponent and reducing his health. She accumulated energy in a set of moves and ended with a super special move that cancelled the backswing. In a breath, she cut off half of the opponent's health.

How neat! A hint of surprise flashed in Yin Ze's eyes.

Then, when the opponent stood up to fight back, he decisively predicted and chose a skill to fight and gained the initiative, and then he performed a set of smooth corner combos, and finally ended with a big move, only 10 seconds after the start.

Yin Ze nodded unconsciously.

The boy, however, was neither arrogant nor impatient, and when he entered the second level, he started with a violent charge, breaking through the defense at close range, mainly using small moves, simply showing off his skills and juggling.

The third level was even more sophisticated, cautious and solid, with a perfect ten-cut attack, the offensive was like thunder and rain, suffocating and breathtaking.

Three games with three different tactics and combos. After all this time, is this a teaching game for me?

Yin Ze came to his senses and felt that his dignity as the champion of the third grade group of Sunshine Street King of Fighters Primary School had been greatly challenged.

"I hope you can learn something." The boy stood up, put his hands behind his back like a master, and stared into the distance.

"Sir, please stay. What's the point of just AI? Why don't you lend me a hand and show me some of my real skills?" Yin Ze said in a low voice.

"Let's talk about it after you pass that level." The boy waved his hand.

"What's so difficult about this?"

Yin Ze just sat down and raised his hands. The corridor of life spun rapidly, and began to replay the details of the game and the key pressing methods at ultra-high speed. He also separated the key points frame by frame, and arranged them into a formation diagram to form a long river of information flow.

He just swiped his finger and selected people to enter the game at the same speed.

The girl with evil eyes reappeared for the third time. This time, she was different from her previous awkward and clumsy appearance. Her fighting methods were dashing and fierce, her combos were graceful, her ultimate skills were smooth, and every move showed the style of a veteran.

The boy was slightly startled when he saw this, and was confused and uncertain.

The girl with the magic eyes was seen killing everyone in her way, and she easily broke through the level that had just killed her.

Yin Ze then quietly turned off the plug-in and looked at the boy with his mouth slightly open and in self-doubt, feeling satisfied.

It’s a pity that I didn’t buy coffee just now. I really want to say that the coffee is still warm.

"This doesn't make sense." The boy muttered to himself, and then cast a suspicious look, "You must not be a novice, you are teasing me."

"No need to talk more, let's have a few moves and see what we're really made of." Yin Ze initiated a fight application.

"I won't fight with hypocritical people." The boy chose to refuse.

"You are afraid. You are afraid of meeting a true master, and afraid that all your training so far will be in vain."

"No."

"Stranger, don't strong people have enough self-confidence? As a fighting game player, you are afraid of failure." Yin Ze folded his hands and sighed, "Well, just drown with your ideals."

When the boy heard his taunting, surprisingly, he was not angry at all. Instead, his expression became more and more strange, with a hint of hesitation, curiosity, and expectation in his eyes.

Not long after, he suddenly spoke standard Japanese English without warning.

"How are you?"

"I am fine, and you?" Yin Ze answered instinctively, following his soul.

"I am the bone of my sword." the boy said again.

"Steel is my body..." Someone responded immediately, but realized something halfway through and fell silent.

The two people looked at each other in silence.

The air seemed to be rubbing against each other and creating sparks.

The boy's eyes lit up, and he extended his hand with a bright smile.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Shimazaki Nobunaga. It may be a bit rude to say this, but what is your real name?"

"Yesterday it was King Arthur, today it's the black-haired tsundere magician [Note: referring to Rin Tousaka], tomorrow it's the gentle and caring dark-bellied schoolgirl [Note: referring to Sakura Matou], and the day after tomorrow it's random."

"Brothers."

The two of them were in high spirits and shook hands as if they had known each other for a long time.

Chapter 27: The Martians Are Urgent

In the empty toilet, Matsuoka Yoshitsugu clenched his fists, cheered himself up, encouraged himself with words, and boosted his confidence. After a while, he let out a long breath, raised his head, and left with a hesitant look on his face.

Two minutes later, a compartment slowly opened and a man secretly observed outside.

When he was squatting in the toilet earlier, a brother suddenly came in and began to talk to himself in a meaningless manner, as if he was chanting a spell to call on the old shadow hidden deep in the morning star. Although he had already emptied his intestines and his legs were numb from squatting, he didn't dare to pull up his pants and open the door to go out for a moment...

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu quickly returned to the reception area and could hear the lively discussions before he even got close.

"If Shinji were a woman, she would have accomplished the ultimate kill."

"What would have happened if the Einzbern family had summoned a Berserker-class Hercules instead of Hercules?"

“EA will definitely win in seconds.”

"Miaomao, whose treasure is EA, you?"

"Can the Mystic Eyes of Death Sight see the thread of marriage and cut it off?"

"Of course. Didn't you see that guy with glasses cut the beautiful girl into 17 or 18 pieces along the line, and then officially opened the route?"

"The gatekeeper Kojiro-kun's swordsmanship is enough to shake the space. I wonder how powerful Musashi, who is honored as the Sword Saint, is. If there is a setting, it must be the image of an unruly middle-aged swordsman with a sense of oppression and messy hair. I don't know if we will have the opportunity to voice it. That world is always full of regrets and sadness. I really want to travel back in time to save everyone!"

"Do you have an idea for how to win the Holy Grail War?"

"First of all, you must become the Master of a beautiful girl servant. I think this condition is indispensable."

"very good!"

I saw two energetic young men sitting side by side in front of the game console, the sound of pressing keys was endless. Although they fought each other mercilessly in the game, in reality they asked and answered each other, with four hands flying, and the harmony was as beautiful as a piano concerto.

What a perfect match... No wonder!

"Why are you guys shaking things in someone else's company?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu looked confused, "And who is this person?"

"Are you back? Do you feel much refreshed now? By the way, let me introduce you, this is the last piece of the puzzle of our group, Shimazaki Nobunaga!" Yin Ze introduced enthusiastically.

"From now on, we will be close teammates. Please give me your guidance." Shimazaki Nobunaga stood up and waved.

"Oh, no, I am Matsuoka Yoshitsugu. I hope we can work together from now on."

"Is it Matsuoka-kun? I see." Shimazaki Nobunaga nodded, then cleared his throat and said sincerely, "Then let's make a promise here that our group will accomplish all the good deeds in the world and convey all the evil deeds in the world!"

"Ah?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu didn't understand.

“?” Shimazaki Nobunaga.

"The three great word spirits will haunt you for seven days?"

"what??"

"Do you know the guardian of Libra...?" Shimazaki Nobunaga asked with a last glimmer of hope.

"Uh, I'm probably a Virgo?" Matsuoka Yoshitsugu tried his best to understand and gave a reluctant answer.

However, Shimazaki Nobunaga suddenly took a step or two back, and the fiery enthusiasm and concern disappeared quickly like a surging tide, and his expression returned to the "formal polite smile that should be given to strangers met for the first time."

"I'm Shimazaki Nobunaga from Aoji Production, please give me your guidance." Even his tone became as polite as a cashier.

"Why do I feel so distant all of a sudden... Did I mess something up?" the delicate and sensitive Matsuoka asked weakly.

"It's nothing, he's just too excited." Yin Ze stepped forward to comfort his friend who had touched the wall of his heart, "But now that we're all here, it's not appropriate to continue slacking off. The agent should be free, I'll ask again."

I dialed the number and finally the tone wasn't busy. After the call was connected, the crisp sound of mahjong rubbing came from the receiver.

"Hello?" Kashiwa Ippei called out.

"We have arrived at the company, but no one is there."

"Okay, I'll make a call over there, you guys wait a moment."

Soon, a man in a suit and tie strode towards them... Although the direction he came from was a bit strange, just like Matsuoka's, these were just minor details and not important.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. The other staff members are moving things to the next building. I just got some free time." The man pulled up his trousers and said in a friendly manner, "Please go to the conference room to discuss in detail."

Soon, the four of them sat opposite each other.

"My name is Tomomi Matsui, but I am mainly responsible for the production. Originally, the main planner of Beimenggong [Note: It is a copy of Namco] should come, but time is tight and it is not possible today, so I will take a brief contact first. By the way, the voice and song parts in the game are basically recorded here."

Matsui Zhiming poured a cup of tea.

"The starting point of Idol King is still a game, especially the highly anticipated second generation. Live performances and album releases will also have to wait for some time. You are all debuted voice actors, you are professionals, dubbing characters is your forte, and the pre-production work will not exceed the scope of your profession. In addition, it has been confirmed that three people will appear in the show, so there is no need to be too nervous."

"The first generation of the game was trying to convey the spirit of cooperation. It's like a big family. We and the players are united in fighting for the same goal. The birth of a virtual idol is inseparable from everyone. If you have any questions later, feel free to ask."

"I believe you have all received the role list from your agent. Now let's briefly talk about our roles. This will serve as a preliminary step for everyone to get to know each other better. You, the shy guy, let's start with you."

"Yes. Oh, that, I'm the national younger brother, uh no, I play the role of the national younger brother, my name is 'Odama Moritaichi', I'm a naive boy, I'm grumpy when I wake up, a dancing genius..." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu, who was called, thought for a moment.

"Ichinose Natsuno is an elegant and mature team member. She is good at musical instruments and has experience in dealing with women. She is determined to make everyone happy," said Shimazaki Nobunaga.

"Amagami Haruma is a 17-year-old pure boy controlled by capital. He wants to sing for freedom, cherishes every support, and is quite good at playing cards." Yin Ze said, "He is also the leader of the tough enemies of the main characters of Idol King 2! So our group is going the route of charming villains?"

"There is no such thing as a villain or not. We are all dream chasers worthy of admiration." Matsui Zhiming nodded, "The battle is based only on singing and popularity. It is a noble confrontation!"

"I'm sorry, I'm not confident about singing... I've never tried it before." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu said hesitantly.

"It's normal to have concerns about things outside of your field, but don't worry. First, you all make a living with your voice. After training, your voice is better than that of ordinary people, and this advantage also applies to singing. Secondly, your current work focus is to participate in the game works of Idol King 2. You may only sing one or two songs here, but there is a professional team to back you up, so there will be absolutely no problem."

Matsui Zhiming explained and comforted.

"Until you go on stage, we will hire teachers to guide you. Also, we and the fans all know that 'idols are characters, not voice actors'. Of course, if we can achieve the point where the character and the performer become one, then everyone will be happy."

"It's rational but also passionate. This is truly a dream plan full of infinite possibilities!" Yin Ze couldn't help but be moved when he heard this.

It’s so dreamy that players are so considerate of producers, and consumers and creators support and encourage each other to move forward.

Japanese otakus have such character!

"Welcome all three to join this dream-making journey." Matsui Tomoaki spread his arms as if for a hug.

"I have one last question that really concerns me," Yin Ze said.

"But it doesn't hurt to ask."

"Why is our group called Mars?"

"Because I hope to be as magnificent as the planets!"

"fine……"

Chapter 28 Silence is the Peace of Tonight

"By the way, do you really not need dad to take you there?"

The pillar of the family, who was defeated by a cold, lay weakly on the bed, covered with a thick quilt to hold back the sweat. Although he felt weak all over, his eyes were still stubborn, revealing his masculinity.

"This is Ayane's first cinematic work. How can I fail in such a major live promotional event?"

Sakura Eiji said unyieldingly.

"Besides, being an actor is a profession that is very close to fame and fortune. What's more, my daughter is such a cute and lovely creature. She will definitely be coveted by some bald director, evil producer, and gigolo! It's time for me to show up in a handmade custom suit, driving a luxury car, and wearing a Rolex! Let them know that this child has a solid backing! She is someone who cannot be insulted lightly!"

"You think too much..." Sakura Ayane couldn't help but said, "There's no such a mess."