After the incident of Uncle Tianhai's attack on Saturday morning, and Sunday's comic awards, Fujii Shu specially called Uncle Tianhai to participate with him, as a painting assistant, anyway, he did help Fujii Shu draw a lot of background pictures.

"Next, I would like to invite the eighth author of "Chainsaw Man", Tree, to come to the stage to accept the award."

In the auditorium, which was temporarily rented as a venue, Fujii, wearing a mask and sunglasses, stood up from the back row and walked up to the podium to receive the trophy from the female emcee and a check with a long list of numbers written on it.

1 million yen, get it.

Fujii confirmed the numbers on the check, and after a few formulaic acceptance speeches, he hurriedly stepped down from the stage, not wanting to stay for a second longer.

"Chainsaw Man is indeed a manga with a good plot, and it is very suitable for an anime."

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

"Ani.plex? President Ryuzo Shirakawa? ”

Fujii Tree, who didn't expect to meet such an upper-class person, was a little hesitant.,It's too much of a coincidence.,As soon as you win the award, an animation company will come to you.,Wouldn't it be a liar who cheated copyrights?

"Ahem! We're an anime subsidiary of Sony.,It's a bit famous in the industry.,You can search for my photos.。 ”

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

"In the case of manga adaptations, we have a wealth of experience in the industry, and as the original author, we can not only get a considerable amount of adaptation fees, but also be good for future sales."

Ryuzo Shirakawa continues to tempt, and since the beginning of this manga award, he has come to the scene every year to find some potential works and discuss the matter of manga reform.

"As long as you sell us half of the copyright, you can adapt the work by our Ani.plex company, of course, more detailed matters cannot be negotiated here, we can make an appointment to come to our club to discuss."

His intention finally appeared, asking for half of the copyright, although it was given money, but the price was certainly not high.

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

Fujii Shu thought seriously for a while, the serial chainsaw man has a monthly income of 300,000 yen, which is enough for him and Uncle Tianhai to spend, not to mention that he plans to finish the first part of the book in March and April next year, when the single book is published and distributed, there will be a large amount of income, and the comic book is to subsidize the family, and the money has been earned enough, and he doesn't want to regenerate branches.

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

Ryuzo Shirakawa had a calm expression on his face, got up politely, and went to the front row to find the next author of the work he fancied.

"Is this man unreliable?"

Uncle Tianhai, who was next to Fujii Tree's seat, was a little regretful and asked Fujii Tree on the side.

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

As soon as Fujii finished answering, the phone vibrated a few times, and he opened the Li.ne contact software, which was sent by Rin Kamiya.

"Daifuku High School, there are abnormal spiritual power fluctuations, at seven o'clock in the evening, converge here."

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, and it can be reached in less than half an hour by train.

——

At the end of September, in the middle of summer, even the night was unbearably hot, Fujii arrived a little earlier than the agreed seven o'clock, wandering at the gate of Daifuku High School, today was the weekend, and the gate was locked.

"I've been waiting."

A pleasant female voice came from behind him, and when he turned around, Rin Kamiya, who was tall and slender, changed into a pure white printed dress, tied a silver and white silk ribbon around her waist, stepped on cool flat sandals, and carried two long strips of objects wrapped in thick cloth on her back, and threw one to him.

Unwrap the package, a simple shape of the knife exposed half, pull out the blade, only to see the blade body engraved with the word 'Jue', the blade is 75 centimeters long, the knife is 2.7 centimeters wide, the smooth and continuous burnt knife pattern from beginning to end, low-key and simple when put into the sheath, but when the edge is exposed, it is luxurious and beautiful.

"This is a weapon at work, the knife - Jue, the blade of the gods, this one in my hand is the Tai Dao - the source, they are all precious things for special attacks on monsters, and they must be well maintained."

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

"What appeared this time should be a groundbound spirit who has just become a monster, and its strength is limited, so it is very suitable as a first trial."

"Earthbound spirits, are they also monsters?"

Fujii Shu asked puzzled, shouldn't it be considered a revenant?

"Ordinary revenants, they don't even have the ability to affect the real world, so they are naturally not monsters, but after reaching the realm of small monsters, they can affect reality a little, and they can be regarded as a kind of monsters, and the division of monsters is not too rigorous."

Rin Kamiya shrugged, stepped over to the locked school gate, pulled out the Genshiki Taisa, and slashed through the entwined chains with a single sword.

Is it so straightforward?

Fujii Tree is a little surprised, this is a forcible break.

"Didn't Shinnosuke come along?"

"It's too lazy to scream."

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

In the studio, Yoji Nakano patiently scribbles the watercolors on the drawing board, while Yao Inoue next to him looks at his paintings.

Yoji Nakano sketches a lighthouse along the coast, and in the middle of the night with a gloomy thunderstorm, the orange light at the top of the tower illuminates half of the sky, and a small boat in the distance, facing the wind and waves, is heading towards the lighthouse.

Rin Kamiya and Fujii stood outside the door, looking at the two in the studio, each with a different expression.

He and her, one brooding, the other hesitating.

"Do you know how to draw?"

Rin Kamiya pondered and had an idea, and asked Fujii.

Painting; LV4/30％。

Fujii, who is already an expert painter and can become a master at the next level, nodded and replied.

"Will, do you have a solution? It's not like a youkai that can hurt humans. ”

"You can't let youkai get so close to ordinary humans, this is the rule for thousands of years, wait and pay attention to cooperate with me."

Rin Kamiya reminded him and took the initiative to walk into the studio.

"Excuse me, are you painting?"

She and Fujii were both wearing regular clothes, and the other party should not recognize that they were not students at this school.

"My companion is also good at drawing, and we bet just now that he thinks that this classmate's painting skills must not be as superb as his."

Rin Kamiya told a lie without blinking, as if there was such a thing.

"Watercolors? Why don't you use Western oil painting to distinguish between the superior and the inferior? ”

Fujii had no choice but to cooperate with her, pacing in front of the watercolor of the lighthouse, and said defiantly.

"Compare to compare, who is afraid of you."

Inoue Yao did not show weakness in-for-tat, and Yoji Nakano, who was 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 Shu and Yoji Nakano set up their own drawing boards, because it is a competition, they choose the size of the painting is on the small side, and the paint is also used to dry quickly, otherwise it is really according to the traditional painting method, and it may not be possible to complete a work in a week.

Rin Kamiya, what the hell is she going to do?

Fujii Shu was still thinking about what happened just now, after nailing the frame, it was about twice the size of A4 paper, and Yoji Nakano on the opposite side had already begun to apply the base material, he simply didn't think about it, and began to smear a thick layer of base material, and he had already thought about the subject matter.

A clear blue sky gradually took shape under the pen of Yoji Nakano, and Inoue Yao was behind him, revealing an expectant look.

Her thoughts began to be in a trance slightly, and she didn't notice at all that Rin Kamiya, who was also watching Fujii Tree's painting, quietly opened a sachet and emitted another fragrance.

When was the first time you met Yoji Nakano?

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

At that time, she covered her mouth in some fear and crept away.

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, and that a genius student had died in it more than 20 years ago because he had worked hard day and night to train his painting skills.

The student's name was Yoji Nakano.

Driven by curiosity, she picked a sunny afternoon and saw a series of masterpieces created in the studio, including watercolor paintings, classical Western oil paintings, and even some practical sketches.

The ghost sent the gods, Inoue Yao secretly took out a watercolor painting and took it to the painting teacher in the cram school outside to look at.

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

The painting teacher turned to her and asked, her expression serious, and suddenly turned to a smile.

"Just kidding, painters with such skills are estimated to be forty or fifty years old, of course it can't be you."

"Two million yen, I've got it, can I?"

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

She returned the painting as it was, and picked up the courage to summon up the courage for a late night, and finally saw the concrete form of Yoji Nakano, who was carefully drawing the scene of golden sand and waves.

"It's a beautiful painting."

Inoue Yao didn't really know what a painting was good or bad, and expressed her thoughts from the heart.

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

"Did it scare you? Coward. ”

She said mockingly, and for most of the next half a year, she would come to admire Yoji Nakano's paintings every night, alienating her friends at school and going alone.

"Have you ever thought about putting these paintings on display?"

Suddenly, one day, she suggested that it would be too selfish for her to be the only one who knew about Yoji Nakano's paintings.

"My level, isn't it enough?"

Yoji Nakano has very high requirements for himself, and it is clear that any of his watercolor paintings can be offered a high price of two million yen, but he still doesn't know the name of the painter.

"So where is it going?"

Inoue Yao asked, it was already pitiful that he was trapped here, if the work could be circulated, it was estimated that he would be able to become a Buddha immediately after learning the truth (the people of the island country call the ascension to heaven a Buddha), right?

"Modern painters, either pursuing surrealism and painting as if they were photographs, or using lines and color blocks to fool people, I don't like it, I want to have the skills of a classical oil painter, to create works with beauty that can be appreciated by the public and professionals, and it is enough to achieve this step."

Yoji Nakano spoke at length, and Inoue Yao didn't understand what he said, and only guessed that he wanted to improve himself again.

Until tonight, a visitor came to visit, and I wondered if this challenger would be able to stimulate Yoji Nakano to agree to exhibit his paintings.

Under the blue sky, an endless field of sunflowers bloomed wantonly, the afterglow of the setting sun was scattered on the golden disc, and in the center of the field, a girl lying in a high school girls' skirt gradually had a detailed outline of her facial features, it was Inoue Yao's smiling face, reaching out to grasp the fiery clouds in the sky, as if to take them off and hold them in the palm of her hand.

And in 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 lasted more than ten hours was finally completed, and both of them were extraordinary, compressing the painting work that would take days into one night.

"Why is it still this outfit?"

For most of the past six months, as long as there is Yao Inoue in the painting, Yoji Nakano must be wearing a school skirt, she said with some dissatisfaction.

"Because..."

"Because of what, you can see for yourself."

Yoji Nakano's words had just started when he was interrupted by Rin Kamiya.

Inoue Yao came to Fujii's finished painting, on the same size of the canvas, there was a brightly lit studio, full of finished paintings, a pair of teenagers and girls in front of the drawing board, the teenager held a paintbrush, frowned slightly, the girl chuckled and pointed out his work.

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

"Two classmates, your life has long been over, I'm sorry."

Fujii Shu put down the brush, and Inoue Yao recalled that night when he was delivering the painting, passing the road, cars, lights, sudden braking, and collisions, he turned around and found the watercolor painting from the corner of the studio, which was dried up and maroon-red, almost completely covering the entire picture.

Why? Haven't told me?

Inoue Yao looked at Yoji Nakano, the other party lowered his head, if it weren't for the soul of the same kind, she wouldn't have been able to see her appearance.

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

Yoji Nakano actually always knew the fact that he was a dead soul, but he couldn't bear to break Inoue Yao's self-deception and fantasize that he was still alive in the world.

He walked up to Fujii's painting and looked at it carefully, and Fujii also looked at his painting and took the initiative to speak.

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

He estimated that he had the painting skills of the middle LV5 period, and in the Middle Ages, he would not be worse than a master like Phil or Titian.

Fujii Tree is still very surprised, the other party's painting skills are refined and mature, the light and color are in their own vein, very distinctive, and they take the path of the classical school, which can be said to be unique in the world today.

"Let's go, Yoji."

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

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

She smiled contentedly, and the two of them waved to Fujii and Rin Kamiya in the studio, and walked out of the studio, turning into a cloud of light and dissipating into the air.

The paintings in the studio faded with the disappearance of the two until they disappeared completely, leaving only the last sunflower field, which was still brightly colored.

"Kamiya-san, this painting should be collected well, it is already 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.

"A million yen for labor fees, I'm busy and I'll add this painting overnight, it's worth it."

Fujii Shu pressed his waist and kept a posture to draw all night, should he have this money?

"I didn't expect you to be so greedy for money, okay, the transfer is over."

Rin Kamiya picked up his phone, made the payment, and the two of them took the last painting and left in a hurry, just in time for anyone to go to school at school.

I wrote an extra 400 words, it should be free.

(End of chapter)