A gentle breeze blows into the house and rolls up the white curtains.

The light yellow light shone through the glass and shrouded Hayabusa's bright and capable face.

The computer's screen opens, and neat columns of text appear in the document.

The cursor flashes.

After breakfast early in the morning, Tomorrow Smoke rushed to the set of Tomorrow Hui You, and reshot the front shots of the movie.

As the filming becomes more and more proficient.

Tomorrow Hui Yu also has more ideas and proposes a lot of trimming.

At first, Hayabusa Kimura would help to see what was being modified, but later on, I saw that Asuhi Teruyu's adjustments to the movie were basically in a good direction.

simply let him play.

Anyway, there is a script to grasp the general direction, and the modification of the details is harmless.

Let alone.

If there is something that doesn't fit, just cut it out when the film is finalized.

Last night, I quickly learned about the general situation of the Aurora Studio, and Hayabusa Kimura also had a general idea in his mind.

The disagreements within Studio Akebono are mainly the contradictions between Sota Imai and Junpei Maruyama.

Sota Imai hopes to complete the new film of Akebono Studio, and use the new movie to make a name for himself and harvest capital.

Junpei Maruyama, on the other hand, wanted to give up making animated films and switch the studio's business to television animation.

The disagreements arising from this contradiction split the internal thinking of the Dawning Studio.

Takushi Tanabe, who is also one of the founders, is a technocratic who is hardly involved in the operation of the studio, which can also be said to be a swing school.

But......

Ultimately.

The issue of disagreement between Dawning Studio is also the issue of the studio's future development and funding.

Truth be told, this kind of problem exists in almost every small animation studio that is constantly struggling.

The disappearance of a small animation studio is as common as an airplane taking off from an airport.

Especially in an atmosphere like neon, I want to work hard to make a successful work.

If you can get the favor of capital, it doesn't matter, lack of funds and the production cycle of an animation.

It's difficult.

But it's not hard to do anything in this world.

Hayabusa Kimura got up and picked up the cup on the table and walked to the island to catch the water.

The clear water flowed down his throat, clearing his drowsy head a little.

The problem with Dawning Studios is funding, and there has never been a better time to invest in this animation studio.

Unfortunately......

The Firefly Office is not short of money now.

And the big dog family of Moriike Kaisha.

Then the rest of the work becomes clear.

"Take ......it down while keeping Aurora Studio intact," Hayatota Kimura drank the water from his glass, then took another glass back to his computer desk.

He's going to take down a full Dawn studio, not a disintegrated, divisive animation studio.

Ask them to do the animation they want.

The only uncertain factor is Taku Tanabe.

The original animation produced by Dawning Studios is likely to be abandoned, and how to get those people to willingly make another new movie is a problem.

Hayabusa Kimura placed his fingers on the keyboard, and his fingertips quickly typed new content into the half-written document.

At the far right of the document is a large heading about what's inside.

【君の名は。 (Your name.) ）】

【Script setting (draft)】

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The sound of crackling keyboards echoed in the house, and at noon Hayabusa Kimura casually made some food to fill his stomach.

Then continue to sit in front of the computer and type on the keyboard.

What he's writing now isn't either a script for "Your Name" or an animated script.

After all, even if he was given a week, he couldn't write the script for the animation.

Not to mention, the negotiation time with Dawning Studio is set for three days, oh, and it's already two afternoons later.

The contents of the document are just a very simple draft of the script.

very briefly explain the brilliant settings and main lines in the movie, and write down the main characters.

Most of the plot can be saved.

A once-in-a-millennium comet visits neon, a young man in Tokyo, and a female high school student in the country town of Itomori Town......

Familiarity began to pour out of his fingertips, as if his mind was playing a quickened version of the movie.

Over and over again.

Even if it's just a very short draft of the script, it's still a little exciting.

I don't know how much time has passed.

[On the stairs, Tachibana Taki and Miyasui Sanye saw each other, and they wanted to say something but didn't know how to speak, so they could only bow their heads on the stairs and pass by.

Until.

Tachibana couldn't help but turn around and look at the figure below and shouted, "That! I'm not seeing you somewhere. ”

Miyasui Sanye's body trembled slightly, tears flowed out of his eyes, and he turned his head to look at Tachibana Taki, and his tear-stained face showed a smile.

"Me too!"

A noisy wind blew, ruffling their hairs.

Tachibana Taki and Miyasui Mitsuha looked at each other, and the next moment they asked at the same time, "Your name is ......"]

With the final part of the draft script completed.

Hayabusa Kimura stopped tapping on the keyboard and let out a long breath.

Fingers off the keyboard and lean towards the back of the seat.

The draft of the script is complete, and there are still some drafts of the character setting and some of the scenes......

"Why are you getting busier and busier?" Hayabusa Kimura scratched his hair inexplicably.

"Why don't you just make a few paintings and ......?"

As soon as the thought came to him, he thought of his own level of painting that even a stickman couldn't draw straight.

A painting idiot painted also painted in vain.

I unconsciously think of the paintings that Tomorrow smoked......

Wow.

Just as Hayabusa Kimura was thinking wildly, a phone rang to interrupt his thoughts.

The caller's display made him frown.

[Kokoki Kimura. 】

Why did my sister suddenly think of calling herself?

Get on the phone quickly.

"Mossi? Is it my brother? Kimura's voice came from the phone.

"It's me."

"Brother! Are you busy right now? ”

"Busy...... I'm not very busy, so I can say whatever I want. Hayabusa Kimura picked up the glass of water on the table and took a sip.

Hear the energetic voice of Koki Kimura and recall "Your Name. A little sadness dissipated away.

"Did you miss me? Or is there something you want to tell me at home? ”

"Neither." Kimura said very decisively.

“…… I'm going to hang up. Hayabusa Kimura said coldly.

"Wait a minute."

"Just kidding...... So, is there something wrong with Xinxi calling? ”

"Brother, have you forgotten something......" Kimura Konoki seemed to be a little resentful when he spoke.

"Forgot something?"

Hayabusa Kimura frowned, slowly sat up straight, and quickly recalled in his mind.

Forgot something? I don't think so......

"I can't think of it at all, Xinxi should just say it."

"I knew you didn't remember." Kimura said angrily.

"Sorry......"

"I'm going to Tokyo tomorrow."

"Huh......?" Kimura Hayabusa was stunned, "What ......are you doing in Tokyo?"

Before he could finish speaking, he paused, as if suddenly remembering something.

But before he could change his words, Kimura Koki on the other end of the phone had already said.

"It's Hayinsha. The stupid brother said clearly at the time that he would take me to the Yuyin Club to sign the contract after graduating from junior high school, and now most of the holidays have passed. ”

Hiss. Sure enough, this is the case.

Hayabusa Kimura grinned too much, since Morito City returned to Tokyo.

He has been busy with all kinds of things at the Firefly Agency, from the release of "Love Letters" to the Neon Academy Awards.

There are so many things to be busy with that I forgot about Kimura Konoki.

It's no wonder that his sister is so angry.

"Will you come tomorrow?" Hayabusa Kimura hurriedly shifted the topic from oblivion to something else.

"Well, I'll be there tomorrow at noon." Kimura said.

"You're alone?" Hayabusa Kimura asked uneasily.

"What's the matter...... I was able to get to Tokyo by myself. It's not there before. Kimura seemed to be afraid that the other party would regret it, and hurriedly said.

Hayabusa Kimura was silent for a moment.

"Have you told grandma?"

"I said it."

"What time do you leave tomorrow?" I made a note of the time. ”

"What are you going to do?" Although Kimura Konoki was a little confused, he still explained the time.

"Call me before you get off the train and I'll pick you up at the station. Remember not to run around. Hayabusa Kimura jotted down the time on a sticky note on his phone and said as he spoke.

"When you meet someone talking to you, don't pay attention, just say that my brother is waiting for him to go to the toilet, and if you feel any danger, run to a crowded place, and don't pick up what others give you food and drink......

"Hi, hi, got it. I'm not a child. Kimura said perfunctorily, and then muttered quietly, "That's why I don't want to talk to my brother......"

"In short, a person pays a little more attention in the car. Home is also a little far from the train station, stepping on the first bus is too rushed. I'll find someone to send you there. ”

"Huh? I'd just wake up early. ”

"Don't disturb grandma's rest."

"Oh......"

"Have you contacted the publisher?"

"Not yet, I originally thought I'd contact my brother after I finished speaking."

Kimura thought about it too much: "I'll contact Mr. Kishida." ”

"Okay." Kimura didn't object, and my brother knew the editor of the publishing house, so it was easier to get in touch.

I just have a headache how to talk to Ryoichi Kishida, who hasn't been in touch for a long time.

"Where's Grandma? What about when we're gone? After the sister's matter was settled, Hayabusa Kimura asked too concernedly.

"That's good. It's just that after you return to Tokyo, your home is a little deserted, and they don't have much energy. ”

"They didn't have much energy in the first place."

"That's right, hehe."

“…………”

Finally, after a few casual words with Kimura Shinki, Kimura Hayabusa hung up the phone.

Tomorrow Kimura Konoki will come to Tokyo, and he will go to the Ha Yin Society to sign a contract.

The course seems to be.

I was nervous all of a sudden.

Hayabusa Kimura looked at the documents on his computer and opened his phone's address book.

After thinking for a while, I walked to the window with my phone and dialed the phone.

"Moxi, is it Shinji?"

“……”

"Well, do you have time tomorrow...... My sister is planning to come to Tokyo tomorrow......"

“……”

"If you can, just take Mari's trophy and certificate back together...... Huh? Got you looking forward to it for a long time? ”

“……”

"Thank you, I'll trouble you this time."

“……”

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Go home in the afternoon.

Asuka saw the paper ball that Hayabusa Kimura had packed up in a panic, which made the girl's curiosity strong.

"What was Hayabusa-chan just doing?" Tomorrow smoked the floor and walked over to Hayata Kimura.

He stood on tiptoe slightly, tilting his head, trying to see what he was hiding behind him in a hurry.

"What is it? What is it? ”

"Nothing, just some ...... Drafts of a new script. Kimura said too vaguely.

"New script?"

The girl blinked her lovely eyes, and she noticed the charcoal and eraser shavings scattered on the table.

"Is Hayabusa-chan drawing?"

“…… Maybe. Hayabusa Kimura was a little silent.

"Charcoal sketches?"

"What?"

"Isn't it charcoal on the table? What does Hayabusa-chan draw with charcoal? Tomorrow asked curiously.

Looking at the girl's clear eyes, Kimura hesitated for a moment.

Finally, he brought the ball of paper in his hand to him.

"I wanted to try to draw some of the drawings in the script, simple sketches or something......"

Tomorrow Smoke took the paper ball handed by the young man, and gently re-unfolded the paper ball with his little hands.

The next moment, the girl's eyes widened, and a smile rose uncontrollably on her delicate little face.

"What is this drawing?"

She tried very hard to look at the "graffiti" on the drawing paper in her hand, but no matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't distinguish the content on the drawing paper.

Two black stickmen-like clumps and a ...... painted on top Tadpole?

There seems to be a thick black line between the two black stickmen that separates the drawing paper and connects it to the "tadpole" on the top part.

There are also many large and small black halos under the feet of the two stickmen, and at a glance there is only a shade of black on the whole painting.

What does that mean?

"Is Hayabusa-chan drawing two people and a tadpole?" The girl pursed her pink mouth and looked at the young man in front of her.

"It's not a tadpole, it's a comet. A comet that fell from the sky. Hayabusa Kimura felt that it was necessary to emphasize it.

"Oh~ Actually, if you don't look closely...... Hayabusa-chan is still quite like. ”

As he spoke, Ashiri couldn't help but laugh softly.

"I wanted to change it, but the eraser got darker and darker, and it was like I couldn't erase it, and my hands were all black," Kimura said embarrassedly, "At most, I can only draw like this............"

For some reason, the young man in front of him inexplicably had an awkward sense of joy.

Asuka looked at her boyfriend's hand, and there were black marks on the fingertips and the edge of the palm.

"How's the shooting?"

Xu was a little embarrassed by the girl's eyes, and Hayabusa Kimura tried to change the topic.

"It went well, just some small shots." Tomorrow Sun retracted his gaze and put down the graffiti in his hand, "Hayabusa-chan, what do you want to draw?" ”

Two plain little hands rolled up their sleeves, revealing a pair of slender white arms.

In Kimura's stunned gaze, the girl carried a stool next to him, and then took out other paintbrushes.

"Smoke this is ......"

"Draw. So what does Hayabusa-chan want to draw? I'll draw it for you. ”

A pair of lovely dimples float on Tomorrow's smoky fair and pretty cheeks.

A few strands of fine hair hung down on his snow-white neck, and the girl's eyes looked at him seriously, and her long eyelashes had a soft glow.

Hayabusa Kimura struggled to regain his senses, and his black shavings fingers silently pointed to the computer on the table, which had a text description of the picture.

After thinking about it, he still thought that it might be better to have a rough sketch, but he didn't expect the sketch to become a child-like graffiti......

Maybe it's better to say

"I'll try." (End of chapter)