I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 91 The Last Painting
After experiencing the attack on Uncle Tianhai on Saturday morning, and at the Manga Awards on Sunday, Fujii specially invited Uncle Tianhai to participate as a painting assistant. Anyway, he did help Fujii draw a lot of background pictures .

"Next, I invite the author of No.8 "Chain Saw Man" - Shu, to come to the stage to accept the award."

In the temporarily rented auditorium as the venue, Fujii, wearing a mask and sunglasses, stood up from the back row, walked up to the awarding platform, and took the trophy from the hostess, as well as a check with a long string of numbers written on it.

100 million yen, in hand.

Fujii confirmed the number on the check, and after formulating a few acceptance speeches, he stepped off the stage in a hurry, as if he didn't want to wait a second longer.

""Chain Saw Man" is indeed a comic with a good plot, and it is very suitable for adaptation into an anime."

As soon as he returned to his seat and sat down, an old man in his 50s next to him suggested to him and handed over his business card.

"Aniplex? President Shirakawa Ryuzo?"

Unexpectedly, Fujii Shu, who did not expect to meet such an upper-class person, was a little hesitant.

"Ahem! Our club is an animation subsidiary of Sony, and I am quite famous in the industry, so you can find my photo."

Shirakawa saw that Fujii didn't quite believe him, and showed his mobile phone, on which was a Wikipedia introduction about him, and the person in the photo was indeed himself.

"For comic adaptations, our club has rich experience in the industry. As the original author, not only can we get a considerable amount of adaptation fees, but it will also be very beneficial to future sales."

Ryuzo Shirakawa continued to be tempted. Since the manga award was held, he would visit the site every time to find some works with potential and discuss about manga changes.

"As long as you sell half of the copyright to us, we can adapt the work by our Anniplex company. Of course, more detailed matters cannot be discussed here. We can make an appointment to talk to our club."

His intention finally came out and asked for half of the copyright. Although he gave money, the price was definitely not high.

"Forget it, I don't want to adapt the work into an anime yet, thank you for your kindness."

Fujii thought carefully for a while. The serial chainsaw man has a monthly income of 30 yen. There will be a large amount of income for the single book, and the comic book is used to subsidize the family. He has already earned enough money, and he doesn't want to regenerate it outside the festival.

"That's a pity. If you change your mind, you can call me."

Bai Chuanlong's expression remained calm, he got up politely, and went to the front row to find the next author of his favorite work.

"Is this person unreliable?"

Uncle Tianhai, who was seated next to Fujii, felt a little regretful, and asked Fujii on the side.

"No, half of the copyright purchase, the conditions should not be too harsh, but I don't want to rush to adapt the work for the time being, let's talk about it when I have a satisfactory partner."

Fujii just finished answering, the phone vibrated a few times, he opened the Line contact software, it was from Rin Kamiya.

"Dafu High School has abnormal spiritual power fluctuations. We meet here at seven o'clock in the evening."

Is the mission coming so soon?
Fujii put down his phone. Daifuku High School is also in the Tokyo metropolitan area, not far from Hachioji City. If you take the train, you can get there in less than half an hour.
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In the midsummer at the end of September, even at night it was unbearably hot. Fujii arrived a little earlier than the agreed seven o'clock and wandered around the gate of Daifuku High School. Today is the weekend and the gate is locked.

"Awaited."

A pleasant female voice came from behind her, and she turned around, and the tall and slender Rin Kamiya put on a pure white printed dress with a silver and white silk ribbon around her waist, cool flat sandals on her feet, and two thick cloth quilts. The wrapped long object was thrown to him.

Unwrapping the package, half of a quaint knife was exposed. When the blade was pulled out, the word "jue" was engraved on the blade body. The blade was 75 cm long, and the width of the blade was [-] cm. From the beginning to the end, it is understated and simple when it is sheathed, but luxurious and elegant when it is sharp.

"This is a weapon for work. Da Dao—Jue, God's Blade, and this one in my hand is Tai Dao—Gen. They are all precious things for special attacks against monsters. Take good care of them."

After Kamiya Rin finished explaining, she looked at the dark teaching building of Daifuku High School with a relaxed expression.

"The ones that appeared this time should be the earth-bound spirits who have just become monsters. Their strength is limited, so they are very suitable for the first trial."

"Earth binding spirit, is it also a monster?"

Fujii asked puzzled, shouldn't it be considered a dead soul?

"Ordinary dead souls don't even have the ability to affect the real world, so they are naturally not monsters, but after reaching the realm of little monsters, they can slightly affect reality, and they can be regarded as a kind of monsters. There is no such thing as a monster. How rigorous."

Rin Kamiya shrugged, walked to the locked school gate, pulled out the source sword, and cut through the entangled chains with one sword.

Is it that straightforward?

Fujii tree was a little bit tongue-tied, this is considered forced.

"Did Shinnosuke not follow?"

"It's too lazy to bark."

He followed Kamiya Rin's footsteps and entered the campus, accompanied by the cicadas singing from the treetops not far away.

In the studio, Yoji Nakano patiently daubed the watercolor on the drawing board, while Yao Inoue watched his paintings beside him.

Yoji Nakano outlined a lighthouse along the coast. In the dark night of a thunderstorm, the orange light on the top of the tower illuminates half of the sky. In the distance, a small boat is sailing towards the lighthouse against the wind and waves.

Kamiya Rin and Fujii Shu stood outside the door, looking at the two people in the studio, each showing different expressions.

He and she, one pondered, the other hesitated.

"Can you draw?"

Rin Kamiya had an idea after thinking about it, and asked Fujii Shu.

Painting; LV4/30%.

Already an expert painter, Fujii, who could become a master at the next level, nodded and replied.

"A little bit, do you have a solution? This doesn't look like a monster that will harm humans."

"You can't let monsters get so close to ordinary humans. This is a rule for thousands of years. Pay attention to cooperate with me later."

Rin Kamiya reminded her and walked into the studio on her own initiative.

"Excuse me, are you drawing?"

Both she and Fujii were wearing ordinary clothes, and the other party should not be able to recognize that they were not students of this school.

"My companion is also good at painting. We bet just now that he felt that this classmate's painting skills must not be as superb as his."

Kamiya Rin kept her eyes open when she told the lie, as if it really happened.

"Watercolor painting? Why don't we use western oil painting to compete?"

Fujii had no choice but to cooperate with her, walking to the watercolor painting of the lighthouse, and provocatively said.

"Bi, Bi, who is afraid of you."

Yoshi Inoue confronted each other without showing any weakness, and Yoji Nakano, holding a paintbrush in his hand, sighed and reluctantly agreed to accept the challenge.

There is a full set of oil painting tools and materials in the studio. Fujii and Yoji Nakano set up their drawing boards against each other. Because it was a competition, they used small-scale paintings and quick-drying paints. Otherwise, they would really follow the traditional painting method. It is not necessarily possible to complete a piece of work in a week.

Rin Kamiya, what is she going to do?

Fujii was still thinking about what happened just now. After the frame was stapled, it was about twice the size of A4 paper. Yoji Nakano, who was opposite him, had already started to apply the primer. He has already thought about the subject matter.

A clear blue sky gradually took shape in Yoji Nakano's pen, and Yao Inoue was behind him, showing a look of anticipation.

Her thoughts started to go into a trance slightly, and she didn't notice at all that Rin Kamiya, who was also watching Fujii's painting on the opposite side, quietly opened a sachet, exuding another kind of fragrance.

When did you meet Yoji Nakano for the first time?

A year ago, I happened to pass by the studio by chance. In the empty room, a figure appeared vaguely, carefully painting colors in front of the drawing board.

At that time, she covered her mouth in fear and ran away on tiptoe.

It wasn't until a few days later that she found out that it was an old studio that had been abandoned for a long time. More than 20 years ago, a talented student died in it because he worked day and night to train his painting skills, so it was abandoned.

That student was named Yoji Nakano.

Driven by curiosity, she picked a sunny afternoon and saw one after another masterpieces created in the studio, including watercolor paintings, classical Western oil paintings, and even some hands-on sketches.

By coincidence, Inoue Yao secretly brought out a watercolor painting and showed it to a painting teacher in a cram school outside.

"Well, it's a very good work! Did you create it?"

The painting teacher turned to ask her, with a serious expression, which suddenly turned into a smile.

"Just kidding, painters with such skills are probably in their 50s or [-]s. Of course it can't be you."

"200 million yen, I have collected it, is it okay?"

In the end, the painting teacher quoted a sky-high price for a student like her. She hesitated for a while, suppressed the idea of ​​getting something for nothing, and did not sell the painting.

She returned the painting intact, took another late night to muster up courage, and finally saw the specific form of Yoji Nakano, who was seriously drawing the scene of the golden beach and the waves.

"It's a beautiful painting."

Inoue Yao actually doesn't know what makes a painting good or bad, and expresses her thoughts from the heart.

Unexpectedly, Nakano Yoji, who was already a dead soul, was still afraid of herself, and she became even more daring.

"Scares you? Coward."

She opened her mouth mockingly, and during the next half a year of getting along, she would come to admire Yoji Nakano's paintings every night, alienating her friends at school and walking alone.

"Have you ever thought about taking these paintings out for exhibition?"

Suddenly one day, she suggested that she was the only one who knew Yoji Nakano's paintings, was it too selfish.

"My level, isn't it enough?"

Yoji Nakano has quite high demands on himself. Obviously, any of his watercolor paintings can be charged a high price of 200 million yen, even if he doesn't know the artist's name.

"How far will it go?"

Inoue Yao continued to ask, it is very pitiful for him to be trapped here. If the work can be spread, it is estimated that he will become a Buddha immediately after learning the truth (the island people call ascending to heaven to become a Buddha), right?
"Modern painters are not pursuing surrealism, painting like photos, or using lines and color blocks to fool people. I don't like it. I want to have the skills of classical oil painters, and the creation has the characteristics of the public and professionals. Beautiful works that can be appreciated by everyone, it’s enough to reach this step.”

Yoji Nakano gave a long speech, and Yao Inoue couldn't understand what he said, and only guessed that he still wanted to improve himself.

Until tonight, a visitor came to visit. I wonder if this challenger can stimulate Yoji Nakano to agree to exhibit his paintings.

Under the blue sky, a boundless sunflower field is in full bloom, and the afterglow of the setting sun is scattered on the golden disc. In the center of the field, a girl in a high school girl's school skirt is lying, and gradually has detailed outlines and facial features. It was the smiling face of Inoue Yao, who stretched out her hand to grab the Huoshaoyun towards the sky, as if she wanted to take them off and hold them in the palm of her hand.

And at the corner, Yoji Nakano, a young man with his hands in his pockets, watched her silently.

Time passed little by little, and before dawn, the painting that took more than ten hours was finally completed. Both of them performed supernormally, compressing the painting work that would take several days into one night.

"Why is it still this suit?"

In the past six months, as long as Yoji Nakano has Inoue Yao in the painting, she must be wearing a school skirt, she said with some dissatisfaction.

"because…"

"Why, come and see for yourself."

Yoji Nakano just started talking, but was interrupted by Rin Kamiya.

Inoue Yao came to the painting completed by Fujii. On the same size of the painting, there was a studio with lights on, and there were completed paintings all over the floor. A pair of teenagers and girls were in front of the drawing board. The boy held a paintbrush, frowning slightly, and the girl smiled lightly. Again and again, give pointers to his works.

In the painting, he and she are all illusory colors below the legs. The young girl Inoue Yao in the painting is still wearing the well-fitting school skirt.

"Two classmates, your lives are already over, sorry."

Fujii put down the brush, and Yao Inoue recalled that night when he delivered the painting, passing the road, cars, lights, sudden brakes, collisions, turned around and found the watercolor painting from the corner of the studio. The dried maroon on it almost blurred the entire painting full coverage.

Why?Keep not telling me?
Inoue Yao looked at Yoji Nakano, who lowered his head. If it wasn't for the dead souls of the same kind, it would be impossible for her to see her own appearance.

"I'm sorry, Yao, it's my fault."

In fact, Yoji Nakano has always known the fact that he is a dead soul, but he does not have the heart to break Yao Inoue's self-deception and imagine that he is still alive in the world.

He walked up to Fujii's painting and looked at it carefully. Fujii also saw his painting and opened his mouth.

"It seems that your level is still superior, I lost."

He estimates that he has painting skills in the middle stage of LV5. In the Middle Ages, he would not be inferior to masters like Dürer or Titian.

Fujii was still very surprised, the other party's painting skills are refined and mature, the light and color are in a line of their own, very characteristic, and they follow the classical style, which can be said to be unparalleled in the world today.

"Let's go, Yoji."

After hearing Fujii's praise, Inoue Yao calmed down, came to Nakano Yoji's side, and took the initiative to hold hands.

"I've always wanted to hold your hand, but I was worried that I wouldn't be able to touch it. Now I finally got my wish."

She showed a satisfied smile, and the two waved to Fujii tree and Kamiya Rin in the studio, walked out of the studio, turned into light spots all over the sky, and dissipated in the air.

The paintings in the studio faded with the disappearance of the two, until they disappeared completely, leaving only the last sunflower field, the color is still bright.

"Student Kamiya, this painting should be kept carefully, it is already considered a priceless treasure."

Fujii wrapped the painting, handed it to Rin Kamiya, and stretched out his palm.

"what?"

Rin Kamiya took the painting and asked.

"The labor fee of 100 million yen, I added this painting all night after I was busy, it's worth it."

Fujii pressed his waist and kept painting in one pose all night. Should there be some money for this?
"I didn't expect you to be so greedy for money. Well, the transfer has passed."

Rin Kamiya picked up the phone, paid and transferred the money, and the two of them took the last painting and left in a hurry, before anyone went to school.

　I wrote [-] more characters, so it should be free.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)