Great Mangaka

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Tokyo is the first and last place. Takumi started his journey to Japan from here and was also preparing to depart.

It would be dusk when they arrived in Tokyo. The crimson sky was clear and flawless.

"It shouldn't rain today...", Takumi said from the station entrance, looking at the sky. He was so impressed by the rain in Tokyo that two weeks later, he still felt some resentment.

"Young Takumi, don't worry. The weather is so good, it surely won't rain."

Yoshida Keiko smiled sideways. She was still his tour guide, but today was the last day. After that night, Takumi and his group would take a plane back to Osaka.

After more than ten days of getting along well, Yoshida Keiko felt a little reluctant. He was the best guest she had met since she became a tour guide. Takumi and the other two made her feel like good friends. The trip was very happy.

"I hope so. If it rains again, I'll be very unlucky."

Takumi smiled and looked back. Alice prepared a stage for him to play the piano. It was said to be an outdoor park. If it rained again, the performance would probably be ruined. In that case, the premiere of "Fate/Stay Night" would be postponed.

At eight o'clock at night, there was a commotion in Ueno Park. Cherry blossom viewing in this park did not stop even at night. The cherry trees by the roadside were adorned with bright light bulbs, which looked dazzling and beautiful.

"Please come here to queue and buy tickets!"

At the three entrances of the plaza surrounded by cherry blossoms, dozens of staff members sweated and shouted at the crowd, instructing people to queue to buy tickets.

"Why are there so many spectators? Wasn't it expected to be only a few hundred people? There are at least two thousand people here!"

"I heard a mangaka is going to perform. Everyone is a fan of that mangaka."

"No... No wonder those people's clothes are so strange. Does the word 'Mirai' on their backs refer to the mangaka? Miss Masako has fewer fans than a mangaka!"

The staff was busy talking. Next to the crowd, some reporters took cameras to photograph the queue, and one even called the newspaper.

"Yes, unexpectedly, at least two thousand people... It must be something important, editor-in-chief, please send someone else, we don't have enough staff!"

And inside the plaza. Next to the temporary stage, the two agents, Suzuki and Fukuyama, also were stunned by the dense crowd in front of them.

"Mr. Fukuyama, who is that mangaka and how does he have so many fans?" Miss Suzuki asked excitedly. This time she made a lot of money. With thousands of spectators, Masako Natsukawa's performance was a huge success even before it began.

It was expected that if Masako didn't make any mistakes tonight, her fan base would skyrocket, and there would be many reports tomorrow. As a newcomer, Masako Natsukawa got a bargain!

"This, I'm not sure...", Fukuyama replied, wiping his sweat. This scene also exceeded his expectations. However... if those who refused to lend the stage were there, they would definitely regret it. The number of spectators increased by thousands in vain, which is not insignificant.

"Masako Natsukawa is very lucky... But Miss Alice's vision is still exceptional...", Fukuyama sighed inwardly. The Witch of Tokyo is, no doubt, a witch. Even if she's not in the entertainment industry, the mangakas she appreciates will have an almost stellar impact. Fukuyama doesn't usually read manga, but after today, he feels like he has to go read some...

"Madam Suzuki, our tickets are sold out!"

At that moment, a staff member rushed over, looking very nervous: "The venue's seats are full, and now the people outside are starting to make a fuss. We can't stop them. They have to come in. What do we do now?"

Suzuki was stunned.

"It doesn't matter if the tickets sell out, let them pay and come in directly." Fukuyama, with more experience, helped answer: "Since there are no seats, these people might not be satisfied. You have to reduce the entrance fee by half...".

"I see!"

The staff member suddenly understood and hastily retreated.

Miss Suzuki did a mental calculation. Mangakas don't need to make money. All the ticket revenue from tonight belongs to Masako. This time, it's truly profitable!

"Mr. Fukuyama, Masako's performance is about to begin. I'll go backstage to help with preparations." Suzuki looked at her watch, bowed, and left. Fukuyama stayed there to help with some tasks. After the performance began, he checked that the order on stage was good.

Although most of the audience didn't come to see Masako, they stood quietly without causing a fuss. Many people gathered to chat and laugh, but not so loudly as to interrupt Masako's performance.

"What are they talking about?" Fukuyama asked with some doubt. He wanted to hear what they were saying.

"My friend and I hosted Mirai-sensei in Fukuoka. He's kinder than the rumors say. Look, this is a photo of us...".

"Damn, how envious! Mirai-sensei is so handsome. Unfortunately... He stayed one day in Kanagawa and left. I didn't have time. Today I came to Tokyo. I wonder if I'll be able to meet him."

Several young people were talking about mangakas. Fukuyama pricked up his ears. What kind of mangaka is that? He seemed to have a very close relationship with his readers.

"Don't worry, Mirai-sensei won't leave until tomorrow. He'll find a place to meet everyone tonight!"

"We met in Osaka last time, but some readers overwhelmed him. They pulled him and refused to let go. We shouldn't have a scene like that today..."

"Yes, we can't make Mirai-sensei angry. He's the only one willing to get along with us."

'Get along?' Fukuyama frowned slightly. It was truly strange that the mangaka could get along with his fans.

He became interested in Mirai-sensei, and on stage, Natsukawa Masako's performance was exceptionally outstanding. Before the gaze of so many people, she didn't make any mistakes. Her beautiful face and sweet voice caused waves of applause from the audience.

In particular, many young people who hadn't gone to see her also applauded and secretly took photos with their mobile phones.

"Hehehe!" Natsukawa Masako was very proud of herself. After tonight, her fans would grow again. The media and newspapers would praise her, and the company would pay more attention to her. Perhaps soon she would become the new idol of Japan's youth.

However, just when everything was going well and she was singing the last song, Natsukawa Masako felt a little rain on her face.

"It's raining!" she was surprised. The weather forecast didn't say it would rain. How could it rain so suddenly? What if she got wet?

Luckily, she sang the last song without problems. After she finished singing, the rain changed from drops to a drizzle.

"Ha... It almost ruined it!" exclaimed Masako Natsukawa, who said her performance was almost ruined. But soon she cheered up again. It was raining. That's good. The mangaka's performance would be ruined. She wouldn't let herself be humiliated.

Masako Natsukawa looked outside. The audience was genuinely shocked. Some cursed the weather, and more people seemed anxious.

But at that moment, Fukuyama suddenly walked onto the stage. He held the microphone and said, "Everyone, please be patient. Mirai-sensei has sent a message. He'll be here soon and won't break his promise."

His words impacted Masako Natsukawa.

"That mangaka is crazy!"

It's raining. Can he perform outdoors in the rain? And even if he could, would those readers be willing to wait in the rain?

A taxi stopped in front of Ueno Park.

"It's raining again, how unlucky..." Takumi got out of the car, handed a bag of documents to Shiori, and said, "I'm going first, take good care of these things, especially this manuscript, don't let it get wet!"

Shiori nodded, took out a plastic bag to wrap the documents, and said, "Don't worry, Takumi, I'll never let your manga get wet!"

The two-week trip brought her closer to Takumi, and Shiori was very happy that Takumi gave her such an important document to keep.

She knew that the manga it contained was very important. It was a new work that Takumi had prepared during the trip. According to him, this work could reduce the gap between Hinotori Publishing and Kanto Manga Company, which means that this manga is key for Hinotori Publishing to expand its market.

"Mirai-sensei is a true workaholic..."

Shiori thought sweetly as she watched him leave. However, she witnessed the birth of this manga by the sea, which also represented the memories of this trip.

"Aika-san, Miss Keiko, let's go too!"

After carefully putting away the manuscript, Shiori turned around and told Aika and the others: "No one wants to miss Mirai-sensei's last performance in Tokyo, and Shiori is eagerly awaiting the piano piece's presentation."

But she's a little worried. Mirai-sensei hasn't played the piano in a long time. Shiori hasn't seen him practice during the trip. Will he be able to play well in front of so many people?

"What kind of piano piece is it...?"

Yoshida Keiko held an umbrella, Shiori supported Aika, who was dizzy, and the three walked together toward the plaza.

At that hour, the plaza was drizzling, and some spectators who had come to see Yoshida Masako sing noticed the bad weather and left. Those who saw the flyers arrive also left one after another, and only a few who were unaware of the truth stayed out of curiosity.

But even if they left, there were still two thousand people in the plaza, huddled together, and everyone waited in silence. Some cameramen wiped the rain from their lenses. Soon, like thunder in the rain, the crowd suddenly cheered.

"Mirai-sensei!"

The camera quickly panned, and the crowd gradually parted, revealing the figure of a young man.

"That mangaka..." Natsukawa Masako's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "How is he younger than me?!"