Tokyo Sound

After a brief silence.

"…I can't have it. I'm sorry."

Sakura Ayane clutched the script filled with notes and remarks in her hand and lowered her head apologetically.

"Please give me some auditions for supporting roles and passers-by later, thank you."

Chapter 94: Intertwined Prologue

"sorry."

The elderly man whispered and repeated it.

"I'm really sorry, I can't do anything. I failed to protect my family, and my friends left one after another, even you... I can't do anything."

The old soldier's back, which had always been as straight as a steel knife, finally hunched over at this moment. He was really old.

"What's in here is all that I and my former friends can give you."

The old man knocked on the button of the steel frame, and the closed, rusty double steel door slowly broke open, revealing the cold armor inside.

"White Dragon, a sea cavalryman who does not belong to any generation."

As his bitter voice fell, the frosty white painted steel warrior was fully revealed, like a ferocious and angry King Kong. Two huge swords were placed on both sides, and the blades were covered with dense, rough lines and welding marks.

The frost-colored sea warrior half-knelt silently, staring at the two people in front of him without saying a word.

The electronic eyes of the skull flashed with the light of polar day for a moment, as if it had opened its eyes for a split second. The nearly transparent material reflected the extremely ugly appearance of the boy. However, only this sad, ugly, suffering soul in front of it could control it and bestow it with supreme violence!

"It's enough for Wiseman to witness this. I will help him complete his final journey outside. The rest..."

As if he had lost all his strength at once, the old man no longer had any feeling of a soldier. He struggled to hold the cold body of his old friend in his arms, walked under the holy sea cavalry, and passed by the boy who lowered his head and said nothing.

The flames subsided, and Wiseman's body was gradually submerged in the flames. The old man watched silently as his friend's body returned to dust. Amid the raging flames and the sound of exploding wood chips, he vaguely heard the furious rotation of the engine behind him and the roar of it starting.

"Not for any of you, and not for me."

Words that penetrate deep into the bones and come from the soul.

"I am here to avenge the innocent people who lost everything because of you...blood revenge!"

The factory collapsed!

Tearing wind!

Fluttering dragon!

The frozen warrior born of despair breaks out of the ice!

The "White Dragon" seemed to have broken free from the shackles of the abyss and roared at the world.

Shura opened his eyes, Rakshasa laughed, and the pale shadow stepped over the old soldier, breaking through everything that blocked it like a raging wave and a strong wind, heading straight to the other side!

……

"Ah! This light! This water!" Kashiwa Ippei held the phone lovingly, pointed at the picture on the screen, and said with pride and excitement, "Look at this performance, this painting, this heavy and fatalistic plot, it's great. Of course, the most exciting thing is your performance. Takizawa-kun, very good! Just keep working hard, better days are waving to us!"

"I know, I know." However, someone was extremely perfunctory towards this enthusiasm.

Last night was the final night of "The Admiral of Yunyan Mansion". The length and content of the last episode were doubled. Not only did the character routes shrink, but the original artists were also very enthusiastic and the fighting scenes were of high quality. The gunpowder, mechas, and fireworks perfectly portrayed the romance of men, which can be regarded as an unexpected surprise for carrot lovers in recent years.

The agent is not a carrot, but if the work is good, the main role is good, and his salary card will be good. So even though he has not watched a few episodes and has no idea what it is about, Kashiwa Ippei will still be moved by the protagonist's shrill roar and shed tears.

"It seems that your first role as the main character in a serialized anime has really made you improve a lot, and it's worth my previous liver and kidney overwork." Kashiwa Ippei smiled, "Before, when I came into contact with this project, I heard that the people over there had originally planned to develop subsequent content, such as games, and they had already written plans. Now that the animation has achieved gratifying results, it is a shot in the arm for the production team. There should be some action soon, and you will continue to climb! So what is a gold medal agent? Everything is linked together, and you, brother Kashiwa, have planned everything."

“Yes, yes, yes.” Yin Ze nodded repeatedly while sitting on the repaired pink cushion. “So can you please let go? You’ve been forcing me to watch anime in front of the company for 30 minutes! I was also rushing to the supermarket to grab the limited-time, limited-quantity discounted goods from those bloody and fierce housewives!”

"You're so narrow-minded. You're already a candidate for the strongest rookie of the Heisei era, the rising sun, the taking-off young eagle, and yet you're still eating discounted food?" Kashiwai Ippei said dissatisfiedly.

"Does that mean we have to eat out every day?"

"Don't you usually cook?"

"School, film sets, and arcades have already taken up my entire life. How can I have time to study cooking?"

"If you can't do it, why bother competing with housewives for the goods?" Kashiwai Ippei wondered.

"Do it yourself, even if it tastes a bit bad, but it saves money. Besides, you can take the ingredients to the neighbor upstairs and ask her to do it for you." Yin Ze said impatiently, "Brother, it's nothing serious. I really have to go. If it's any later, only vegetable leaves will be left."

"Don't be so nervous. I'll treat you to a good meal today." Kashiwa Ippei, who was in high spirits, snapped his fingers casually. "Just consider it my personal reward for your hard work. Come on, tell me your meal standard and I'll reimburse you!"

"160000 yen." Yin Ze answered immediately.

"Are you going to eat a whole Australian wagyu beef for one meal or something?" The agent glared and said, "1300 is enough."

"It's just one meal. I thought it was much more. Even third-tier companies are promoting 13th salary these days, so it's at least one month's salary. Your bonus is too stingy." Yin Ze said with disdain.

"You can take it or not. This is a lot. You can go have a bowl of ramen with meat, and you can buy two bottles of iced tea after that." Kashiwa Ippei pinched a few bills and gestured, "At least it's better than you going shopping for half a day and then going home to tinker with it for half a day."

"Well, since you're such a stingy person, I'll just treat 1300 as 13000." Yin Ze said as his right hand flashed. The agent saw a flash before his eyes and the banknote had been folded in half and changed hands, going into someone else's pocket.

"You've already taken 13000, so you're not in a hurry to leave, are you?" Kashiwa Ippei said, coughing twice, "Want to chat for a while?"

"Okay, you start first."

"No need to be so defensive, just chat."

"I know, just tell me."

"You know shit. Your right foot is hanging on the accelerator, and your hands are tightly gripping the handlebars. No matter how you look at it, you look like you're ready to launch yourself and run away at any time. You're clearly trying to annoy me. You just took 130000 from me, and you didn't even put on a show of it. How pathetic and lamentable it is." Kashiwa Ippei said heartbrokenly.

Eventually, this best partner walked into the company hand in hand again, found a table and chairs for entertaining guests near the front desk, and started a half-hearted conversation.

"...You tell me." Yin Ze looked at his agent who was holding the car keys of Pretty Lady tightly and refused to let go. In the end, he let go like a father.

"You've been in the industry for less than a year, and you've already had two lead roles. You've also participated in various online and offline activities. Although King of Idols 2 was a bit disappointing, it's backed by a big company after all. I think you can recover in the future, so overall, you've had a pretty good start. When many of your peers were still unknown, you had related videos on N Station. What a love and audience envy you have." Kashiwa Ippei said cheerfully, "Since you've withstood the industry's elimination test and established your foothold, you can start to formulate a career plan for the future. There has to be a focus for development, right?"

"Indeed, career planning is very important no matter which industry you are in." Yin Ze did not refute and nodded.

"Let's discuss character design first." Kashiwa Ippei pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. "Anyone with a discerning eye can see that voice actors will not be purely behind the scenes in the future, but will develop into a multi-faceted profession, probably moving closer to the direction of traditional artists. As you are more likely to be in the spotlight, character design is very important. It determines how you will appear in the public eye. For business and scripts, there must be a reference for writing. I have written a few plans in advance, you can take a look."

Yin Ze took the A4 copy paper handed to him by his agent from his briefcase. There were several routes clearly listed on it.

1. Always looking into the distance, with a look of sadness like ice and snow, a lonely and arrogant boy who is close yet distant. Packaging route: literary, sad, gentle, longing for love, with pale makeup.

2. Not concerned about interpersonal relationships, mixed good and bad, visual red roses, strong desires and aggressive young man. Packaging route: frivolous, strong but graceful, often take the initiative, eyebrows should be trimmed sharper.

3. A caring brother or younger brother who likes to wear light-colored clothes and is good at listening to others. Packaging route: fluffy bangs, refreshing canvas shoes, and a perfect pure smile.

4. A kind and simple man who loves life and embraces the sunshine. Packaging route: likes small animals and potted plants, likes the works of Haruki Murakami, and wears horizontal frame glasses without exaggeration.

5. Energetic, versatile in sports, and excellent in both character and academics. Packaging route: a lively smile showing white teeth, a tone of both power and beauty, and strong and powerful arms.

6. A quiet and shy man who is not good at speaking and reads behind the curtains. Packaging route: A history fan, a frequent visitor to museums, a shy expression, dodging people's eyes, and wearing loose clothes that are one size larger.

7. A rebellious and romantic person. Packaging: unique sexual orientation, no matter what, open-minded and accepting of everyone, a shining star among male friends.

And so on, there are dozens of other things to come...

"How is it?" Kashiwai Ippei asked with his head raised in high spirits.

"Very impressive." Yin Ze said admiringly, "I didn't expect your research on homosexuality to be so profound. It's really a 'Picture Book of All Kinds of Men', and the degree of outrageousness is progressive, which takes into account the readers' acceptance. If you blindfold yourself and randomly pick a few of them, you can form a replica of F4 [Note: a Taiwanese male idol group composed of four members, Jerry Yan, Ken Chu, Vic Chou, and Vanness Wu]. I suggest that you print it into a book immediately to enrich the reference library of female comic authors."

"Haha, you're too kind." Kashiwa Ippei said modestly, "I'm just standing on the shoulders of giants. The shops in Shinjuku's red-light district gave me a lot of inspiration. Are there any that you like among them?"

"I choose No. 23, the cynical swaying poppy, and the packaging route is deep darkness, paranoia, and uncontrollable aggression. As a person with depression, it is completely reasonable for me to suddenly attack my agent during the live broadcast, right?" The man smiled evilly.

"There's no rush for this, no rush. You can go back and think about it." Kashiwa Ippei calmly skipped over this topic and jumped to the next part. "Regarding your career path, I want to ask you in advance, you don't have any plans to get involved in the entertainment industry, right?"

"Of course not. I think being a pure voice actor is good enough." The man said indifferently to fame and fortune.

"You're not interested in anything that's even remotely close to the truth?"

"I think you misunderstood me. I am not the type who has a strong desire to show off. I have no interest in being shrouded in glory and receiving the jealousy and mad love of others."

"In other words, not only traditional film and television dramas, but also comic adaptations and other related works that have ties with the industry don't want to be involved?"

"Of course not."

"What about the stage play?"

"I don't know. I've never thought about this question."

"You're not interested in special effects like Giant of Light, Kamen Rider, Sentai Ranger, etc?" Kashiwai Ippei said aggressively, his eyes as sharp as a sword.

"Uh..." The man who holds the creed of not caring and claims to be as free and romantic as the wind suddenly hesitated.

"Okay, no need to explain, I understand." Kashiwa Ippei folded his hands, exuding the wisdom of a strategist. "Next, let's discuss the acting path. After all, a person's energy is limited. It is rare to be an authority in a certain field, so you should also have a specific research path. For example, Rie-san from our agency is famous at home and abroad for her textbook-like tsundere interpretation. There are also pervert professionals, supporting professionals, and so on. There are also special voice actors who only focus on certain roles. It can be said that each has his own magical powers to rely on."

"At this juncture, what unique insights does the agent have?" the man asked at the right time.

"It's not an opinion, but just a small summary. I took a quick look back at all the roles you've played that have been well-known and well-received by the market, and I found that they all have one thing in common."

"Oh? What is it?"

"It was a heroic and beautiful death!" the agent said in a sonorous and powerful voice.

"..."

"The monster Gin appeared as a spirit, and in the end he was completely annihilated, his soul scattered; Elredo's singing at the beginning ignited the whole audience; the protagonist of the new show also withered beautifully like cherry blossoms." Kashiwa Ippei said deeply, "Maybe it's fate. Unknowingly, the important roles you played perfectly fit the Japanese aesthetics - a short and brilliant life. This kind of momentary beautiful role coupled with your textured and beautiful voice has produced a wonderful chemical reaction. At the same time, the tragedy in the play and the reality outside the play form a sharp contrast, which sets off your own personal image, and the audience will remember you deeply. It's a pity that such roles are hard to come by, but don't worry, I will keep an eye out for you in the future."

"Thank you so much." The man was speechless.

"It's too formal, we are just friends." Kashiwa Ippei smiled mellowly.

"Now that we've come to this, I'll ask you something." Yin Ze tapped the table with his fingers.

"Speak freely as you wish."

"Matsuoka and I debuted in the same year and month, but so far, apart from the King of Lame 2, he doesn't have any other famous characters, so when are you going to give him a few?" Yin Ze asked.

"Well, I've also thought a lot about what he said." Kashiwa Ippei folded his hands and said slowly, "Matsuoka is pragmatic and calm. I've asked the staff on his set, including Yoko-senpai and others, and they all have good reviews. In terms of skills and diligence, he doesn't crush you, but he still makes you feel ashamed... although you're not ashamed either. To be honest, he's very suitable for this kind of behind-the-scenes work, but to be realistic, in this day and age, if he just works hard, he will at most be a backbone force in the future, and be an acting teacher in a training school or something like that, and it's hard to make a big breakthrough. Alas, those who are purely just tinkering with technology always have a hard time getting ahead."

"I just want you to give him more good resources, or give him some of my resources. It's not a big deal. Why are you still analyzing and lamenting about life, and even making a lot of trouble with the dubbing?" Yin Ze was helpless.

"You guys fight and kill, and I take care of the human relations. We each have our own considerations." Kashiwa Ippei said, "I know you have a good relationship, but I have another idea about how to train the inconspicuous Matsuoka. You don't have to worry. If you really want to do something, next time you drink and talk dirty with the supervisors, bring him along."

"Okay, I'll see if there's any chance to take pictures or go for a walk these days." Yin Ze pondered.

"Of course! I've already told you that I, Shiji Yu Kashiwa, have everything planned out!" The agent laughed loudly, took out another stack of documents from his briefcase, looked down upon the world, and slammed them on the table in a heroic manner, "This is a brand new original project, both of you have a role, from the main role to the supporting role. For the sake of friendship and our future, let's get started while the fire is hot!"

Wow, it turns out all the preparations were for this.

Chapter 95: The Beginning of Interweaving

The project is called "Dream Tapir Girl" [Note: It is based on the manga "Dream Eater Mary" created by Yoshitaka Ushiki].

Modern urban fantasy, the story is about a group of girls in the world who have been gifted with extraordinary abilities since childhood, and can perceive things that others cannot, and use various "miraculous powers" by absorbing other people's dreams. The villains are the ones who cause harm to society and create nightmares, and the ones who maintain the balance between dreams and reality are naturally the heroine and her group.

Since the focus is on the battles of the superpowered girls, the powerless male characters only serve to symbolize gender equality and embellish the character list. The male lead is a standard Japanese gentle man who picks up the injured female lead on his way home from school. Instead of sending her to the hospital, he takes her home and takes good care of her. As the series progresses, he will pick up more people and take them home.

At first glance, it has the style of a harem anime, but after reading it carefully, you will find that the girls have feelings for each other that go beyond friendship, and the subsequent developments are a bit dark and cruel.

It is actually a light yuri suspense work disguised as a light novel.

As for the male protagonist, he is just a tool to push the plot forward, provide accommodation and cook meals.

After understanding the essence of the project, Yin Ze immediately lost interest, and even his sitting posture was similar to that of Ge You, who sat slumped in the style of a man without a lover.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu, who was in the same lounge, was full of fighting spirit. He was holding the documents and his figure was as steady as a mountain, muttering to himself.

They were on the same day, in the same group, and trying out the same protagonist. Although many powerful people came to compete, the passionate young man from Hokkaido was still full of fighting spirit.

Speaking of which, Takizawa-kun is really relaxed. It seems that he has already understood the role thoroughly, so he is so confident. He is far ahead of me in this field, and I can't fall too far behind. Matsuoka Yoshitsugu looked at the man beside him who put all his weight on the sofa and thought secretly.

"I'm going to get some water, do you want some?" The man stood up lazily and scratched his numb butt.

"Then bring me a bottle of carbonated water." Matsuoka Yoshitsugu nodded.

"Row."

I wandered to the vending machine and was searching for coins in my old wallet when I felt someone pat my shoulder gently.

The man subconsciously turned around, and a fleshy face reminiscent of Maitreya Buddha came into view.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Nagasaki?" Yin Ze said in surprise.

"It's been a while since we last met." Nagasaki Yukinsu was wearing a white plaid shirt with a gray-green V-neck sweater on top, the same outfit as Bill Gates. On his face, he had the same kind smile of an elder as always.

"Are you the sound monitor this time? I didn't even pay attention to the staff list." Yin Ze took the initiative to extend his hand for a handshake.

"Yes." The old man shook his hand back.

"Haha, then I'll just have to be a passerby anyway."