Doraemon for an imperfect world

Yoshida Saki tried to force herself to be serious, but this only made the trembling of her hands worse.

I'm so useless...

But at this moment, she suddenly felt something round on her shoulder. Yoshida Saki raised her head, but unexpectedly found that Doraemon was standing beside her.

"Master Devil?"

Yoshida Saki asked in surprise, "How did you get in?"

"Of course I came to practice with you."

Doraemon said, placing Fuji-nyan-sensei's picture on the table "Not only me, Fuji-nyan-sensei is here too."

Yoshida Saki nodded somewhat flattered, then looked back at the painting in front of her.

And at this moment, another figure appeared beside Doraemon.

This is……

"I'm the 'gas road master.'

The figure looked at Doraemon righteously and said, "From now on, Doraemon and I will cheer you on together."

"Ok."

Doraemon took the fan handed over by the other party. This was the master who was materialized by his own wish and was specifically there to cheer up Yoshida Saki. He had also appeared once when Doraemon was cheering for Nobita, so they could be considered acquaintances.

"Doraemon has done a lot for you."

Teacher Fuji-nyanoh on the table smiled and said, "If you can't complete the training, we will also be unable to leave."

"What? This..."

Yoshida Saki was startled.

"Don't get excited, kid."

Fujiniao comforted her, "I'm not telling you this to put pressure on you, but because I want you to know that she and I trust you wholeheartedly, and you are not alone."

trust?

Yoshida Saki pursed his lips, and suddenly an indescribable feeling filled his heart, a feeling he had never experienced before.

"I see."

Yoshida Saki picked up the pen again. Although there were two people beside her waving fans and shouting "Come on!", her heart calmed down instead. Some negative emotions that had been hanging over her also quietly disappeared. She picked up the pen again and concentrated her attention very naturally, as if the whole world only had her and the drawing in front of her. But even so, she knew that the voices cheering her on were enveloping her.

Pick up the pen, put it down, and finish it in one go.

Yoshida Saki was concentrating on tracing the drawings on the drawing board, while silently writing down the storyboards, composition, line arrangement and the direction of the lines. She seemed to have entered a state of meditation and finished tracing all the drawings in a short time.

"Great!"

Doraemon stood nearby and cheered, "Well done, Saki-chan!"

"Finally I'm getting into the zone."

The comic master nodded, and then said with satisfaction, "You can rest for thirty minutes, and then we will start the next training!"

As they spoke, the surrounding environment changed again, and they were suddenly surrounded by dense food.

"If you want to become a qualified cartoonist, even if you practice non-stop every day, it will take several months to achieve success. Before that, you should prepare yourself well."

Yoshida Saki subconsciously looked at Doraemon:

"Don't be afraid, I will stay with you until you get out."

Doraemon smiled and comforted Yoshida Saki, while picking up the food and putting it into his mouth without any hesitation.

Although it would be easy for Doraemon to simply want Yoshida Saki to escape from her current life, it still feels that it is wrong to do so. After all, it will leave sooner or later, and before that, it must let Yoshida Saki grow up on her own.

At least we should find a way to help her get rid of her past inferiority and distrust, and we should not deliberately keep a distance from everyone because of her past experiences.

Well, accompanying humans in their growth is its job.

Soon, meal time was over.

"Now we will begin the next practice."

The comic master said, "The next thing you need to practice is your composition skills!"

The so-called Gate of Glory, as the name suggests, this glory can only be achieved through down-to-earth efforts.

In the following days, Yoshida Saki and Doraemon began incredibly rigorous training under the guidance of Manga Doshu and Fuji-nyanko. To improve their drawing speed, they practiced sketching on the perilous African grasslands. To improve their composition skills, they sketched on the rooftop of a ruined building surrounded by zombies. In order to better deal with the editor's urgent requests, they practiced writing manuscripts...

"Why is this something a qualified cartoonist needs to master?"

Yoshida Saki couldn't help but complain.

"Well, even cartoonists don't always have inspiration."

Fuji-nyanko explained, “When I really can’t draw anything, I even want to ask Doraemon to buy comics that have been published in the future and copy them.”

"Is it really that difficult?"

Yoshida Saki was suddenly deeply shocked by the working life of adults.

And in the third month of practicing wholeheartedly every day, Yoshida Saki's painting skills finally reached a level that satisfied the manga master.

"Ah."

The comic master looked at the sketch in his hand and nodded with satisfaction. "My drawing skills are good enough for now, but if I want to become a qualified cartoonist, the content is the most important. Next, I will try to draw a memorable story."

"Impressive?"

Yoshida Saki asked.

"Yes."

The manga master pointed to the Gate of Glory behind Yoshida Saki and nodded in response, "Distinctive characters, thought-provoking plots, or unforgettable regrets—these are all impressive elements. You only need to complete this final test, and you can walk out of that door with glory and return to the outside world."

"Come on, Saki-chan!"

Doraemon stood by and held up a fan with the cheering master and said, "Complete the test in one go, and then return to the real world."

"I understand."

Yoshida Saki hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Is it okay if it's based on a true story?"

"of course can."

The comic master said, "Just create as much as you want."

279

Chapter 279: Say goodbye to the past.

Not long after, accompanied by Doraemon, Yoshida Saki handed a stack of drawings to the manga master in front of him.

The cartoonist took the drawing, flipped through it carefully, and then fell silent for a moment.

It first looked at Yoshida Saki, then looked at the drawing in its own hand, and then looked back at Yoshida Saki again:

"You said this is adapted from a true event?"

Yoshida Saki nodded slightly, "That's right."

"Um……"

The manga master stared at Yoshida Saki with complicated eyes for a moment, then looked at Doraemon beside him, and his frown relaxed slightly.

"Ok."

The manga master handed the drawing back to Yoshida Saki with both hands, then sat up straight and said solemnly, "Congratulations, you can officially become an apprentice!"

"really?"

Yoshida Saki also bowed deeply and said excitedly, "Thank you for your guidance, teacher."

"You should be thanking yourself."

The comic master said seriously, "Stand up, walk out with your head held high, this is the honor you deserve."

"I see."

Yoshida Saki stood up as she spoke. The door of glory that had been tightly closed all this time was now open before her eyes. She took a step forward, her back subconsciously straightened, and a sense of satisfaction that finally came after suffering filled her heart. This full and warm satisfaction was far more intoxicating than the sinful happiness she had pursued in her previous life, and it would not disappear out of thin air after a short period of fulfillment, leaving behind a greater, unfillable emptiness and pain.

Just as Doraemon was about to walk out with Yoshida Saki, he was stopped by the manga master.

"Please wait a moment, Doraemon."

The manga master suddenly called out to Doraemon and said sincerely, "I'll leave the child in your care from now on."

"Well, leave it to me."

Doraemon nodded without hesitation, then came to Yoshida Saki with Fuji-nyanko's photo, gently held the girl's hand, and led her through the door emitting soft light and returned to the real world.

Yoshida Saki immediately looked at the alarm clock on her bedside table. Just as her devil-sama said, even though she had been training for three months on the other side of the door, only a few minutes had passed here.

I actually did it?

"Okay, next I can try to publish my first comic."

Doraemon encouraged, "By the way, what story did you draw earlier?"

“It’s actually my own experience.”

Yoshida Saki said a little embarrassedly, "When the master asked me to draw a memorable story, this was the first thing that came to my mind."

"That's it."

Fujiniao also sighed, "If it's just a short story, why not try posting it on Twitter first to see other people's reactions."

"OK, all right."

Yoshida Saki nodded, then took out her cell phone and started taking pictures of her drawings. She had neither a digital tablet nor a scanner, so she could only rely on image recognition to convert them into electronic versions.

When drawing these comics, Yoshida Saki deleted some content that is not suitable for children and described them in the first person, so there are only about thirty pages in total. The heroine in the comics has no name, and the story stops before she met the devil - she used this to commemorate her past and stopped the story before she was reborn as a warning - after registering a Twitter account and successfully uploading her comics, Yoshida Saki began to sit on the bed nervously waiting for other people's reactions.

For some complex reasons, she named her pen name Yoshida Hana, which was the name she gave to her unborn daughter.

As for why she thought it was a daughter, it was purely because of the psychological trauma caused by being constantly violated and hurt by various men.

Will anyone like it?

She has always been very sensitive and can't help but care about what other people think.

Or...will someone hate it?

Yoshida Saki recalled the vicious words written on her desk after she was threatened and violated by a male classmate with a photo in her previous life at school, but for some reason she didn't care so much when she thought about it now.

After all, on the other side of the Gate of Glory, she even endured the devilish training of the Comic Master. In comparison, other people's opinions seemed insignificant.

Am I getting stronger too?

Yoshida Saki couldn't help but think that with the help of the Devil, she would definitely be able to become a qualified mother.

The next morning, while having breakfast, Yoshida Saki's father couldn't help but look at his daughter a few more times.

"Hey, Saki-chan."

She couldn't help but ask, "Did you put on makeup today?"

"no!"

Yoshida Saki denied it without hesitation, "I think I'm fine now and don't need makeup at all."

"But Xiaosaki really looks much better today. Even her temperament seems to be completely different."

Yoshida Saki's mother brought the food to the table and observed her daughter carefully. "How should I put it... It's like she's become a completely different person."

As she spoke, she nodded seriously.

In the past, Yoshida Saki always kept her head down and looked very gloomy, but now she is surrounded by the confidence and composure that comes from within after going through hard training.

"is it?"

Yoshida Saki said absentmindedly, "After all, I'm already a high school student."

As she spoke, she quickly finished her breakfast, then couldn't wait to put on her schoolbag and walked out the door.

On the way to school, she couldn't help but take out her cell phone. As soon as she opened Twitter, she was shocked by the 99+ comments.

She stood there and began to browse through the articles one by one:

[Damn it, drugs are really harmful.]