I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga

… It seems that something great was told with the atmosphere.

As I was fiddling with the glass in my hand awkwardly, Kishimoto, who had been smiling alone, suddenly spoke up first.

“Okay! Kim-kun! Let’s call each other by names now!”

I couldn’t adapt to her characteristic overly sudden change of tension.

“So suddenly?”

“In the first place, if you want to get to know each other quickly, it’s best to do Yobiste! Call me once!”

I couldn’t understand her way of thinking, but I did what she asked me to do.

“Then… Rika.”

Kishimoto then smiled brightly and nodded his head.

“Okay, call me like that from now on. Ryu-chan.”

“Ryu-chan?”

I hardened my expression without realizing it at the name that made my limbs shrink just by hearing it.

Then she explained with a calm expression.

“If you read it, it’s Ryusei, so it’s Ryu-chan after the first letter.”

I asked, shaking my hands from my inner shame.

“…can’t we just call him Yooseong in a normal way?”

“Huh? But all my friends call me by nicknames?”

“Without a single one?”

“Without a single one!”

I looked at Kishimoto, who seemed unwilling to break his stubbornness, and gave up in the end.

“Uh-huh, yes. Call me whatever you want.”

“Hehe, I was thinking of that from the beginning.”

Kishimoto, who had finished drinking the barley tea cup on the desk, turned the chair around as it was, and wiggled his legs while looking towards the bookshelf.

“By the way, Ryu-chan, what’s your favorite boy manga here?”

I answered, putting the glass she had finished drinking on a tray.

“Golden samurai at the top of the bookshelf.”

“Oh! I love that too!”

When she heard my answer, she was startled and clapped her hands in delight.

It’s nice to have a consensus among each other.

“Even these days, whenever I think of it, I read it thoroughly from beginning to end.”

Having said that, I took out a copy of the Golden Samurai from the bookshelf and showed it to her.

“Wow! It’s the first edition! It was released 15 years ago, so it’s really hard to find this!”

Perhaps it reminded her of a memory she had read a long time ago, she liked it as she rolled her feet.

Golden Samurai is the second feature-length manga by author Musashi Kishimoto, about the Irish navigator William, who accidentally came to Japan.

The cartoon begins when a black slave who killed William’s friend in a ship rebellion escapes by boat to an island country in the Far East.

William came to Japan to pursue the whereabouts of a black slave who had fled to avenge his friend. In the process, he met Tokugawa Ieyasu, one of the warlords of the Warring States period, and acquired the name of Miura Anjin and the status of a samurai.

William, a blonde foreigner, was called a ‘golden samurai’ by people, and William, who became a samurai, gradually builds up his skills under Ieyasu, looking for the whereabouts of a black slave who fled to avenge his friend.

Then, William realizes that one of Oda Nobunaga’s vassals, Yasuke the ‘black samurai’, is the escaped black slave, and begins a duel.

In the final duel, William is the winner, but he had already realized the mistake of his friend for treating a slave in the process of chasing Yasuke, so he cut off his top instead of his neck, saying he would no longer hold him accountable for throwing away his old name. He becomes a single-handed man and returns to his hometown.

It was a long story if it was long and short if it was short as it was completed in a total of 28 books, but I liked the dry ending that showed that this cartoon’s unique drawing style and revenge are futile, like an oriental painting.

This is because the psychological description leading up to the process and the double line suggesting forgiveness are expressed everywhere.

After hearing the praises of the Golden Samurai for about 10 minutes, Kishimoto shivered, blushing and ashamed as if he had been praised.

“I like this manga a lot too, but I’ve never seen a person who likes it as much as Ryu-chan.”

“It’s not a big deal. I only bought comic books and didn’t buy any related goods.”

“Huh? No, no, you’ll be very happy to hear the review that Ryu-chan just gave you, right?”

what?

I paused momentarily.

As I was about to ask her again, wondering if I had heard something wrong, Kishimoto laughed and told me a shocking fact.

“Actually, Kishimoto Musashi is our father’s pen name.”

***

cartoonist.

Kishimoto Musashi.

real name.

Sojiro Kishimoto.

I didn’t notice because Kishimoto is a fairly common surname in Japan.

That Rika Kishimoto is the daughter of all gods.

Well, if you think about it from the beginning, there was an explicit double line.

She lived in Seisho, one of the richest villages in Tokyo, and her father is a well-known manga artist, and above all, has blonde hair.

Since Golden Samurai itself was a work published by the writer Musashi Kishimoto right after he married his British wife, there was speculation on the wiki that he was influenced by his wife, big or small.

And the hometown of the writer Musashi Kishimoto was Shizuoka.

The fact that my classmate’s parents are famous is a famous cliché in a love comedy, so why didn’t they know?

Once again, I feel like an idiot, sea cucumber, sea cucumber, sea anemone.

I swallowed my saliva and asked her.

“Can I get some autographs from your father?”

Kishimoto then smiled brightly and nodded his head.

“That’s not a problem. Rather, if you come to my house sometime, I’ll introduce myself!”

“!!!”

Suddenly, my heart was strained and I grabbed my chest.

Is this a successful fanatic or something?

To be able to receive the god Kishimoto Musashi directly was truly an honor for the family.

“Well, then, please tell me when you have time.”

“Yeah! I’ll tell you when Daddy comes home.”

At this moment, I felt really fortunate to be friends with her.

Original and Nabal, does that matter now?

I am meeting Mr. Kishimoto whom I respected!

“Then, it’s late, so I’ll just go back! It’s time for Mama to come back soon too!”

“Huh? Uh huh, yes.”

I sent Kishimoto off to the station to go home.

“See you tomorrow! Ryu-chan!”

… Everything is fine, but be patient with that name in front of people.

***

A stormy day passed, and the very next day.

When I got to school in the morning, for some reason, there was a desk I had never seen before, and Rika Kishimoto was sitting there.

“Hello! Ryu-chan!”

I asked, blinking my eyes in embarrassment.

“Rika, why are you here?”

Then, Rika Kishimoto smiled softly and tapped her desk.

“I told the teacher that I moved this morning. There’s a lot of space around Ryu-chan anyway.”

“…but it is.”

Seeing me and her having a normal conversation, the children who went to school early start talking.

“Transfer student, what kind of weakness did you have to sit over there?”

“Have you ever been threatened by Kim-kun yesterday?”

“Hey, be my girl.”

“Ahhh!”

I put my forehead on their foreheads and pulled out the textbooks and handwritten notes for the 1st class from the drawer.

Today’s 1st class is English.

In the past, when I was in university, I took the TOEIC score of 900, so I don’t need to study much, but English education in Japan was notoriously difficult in other ways because of its grammar.

Kishimoto, who was sitting next to him and staring blankly at his cell phone, opened his hand to see my notebook and thought about last week’s English homework assignment.

“Ryu-chan, show me some homework.”

“okay.”

Somehow, it felt like I had a younger sister who worked with me more than a friend of the opposite s*x.

***

As the second week of the new semester begins, the students gradually get used to the school life.

The circadian rhythm, which had been idle during the spring break, is gradually being adjusted to a regular life.

And when it comes to this time, the full-fledged battle for new members at the school begins.

“Soccer team!! How about the most popular soccer club among girls!!”

“Basketball team!! Unlike the soccer team, if you come now, the pretty manager will wipe your sweat!!”

“Is there anyone who can come to the light music club and burn their youth!!”

“New students! Come to the board game club! All kinds of board games from the East and the West are available in our office! If you come, go!”

After attending the student council as secretary of the student council after a long time, I, along with the president and vice president, looked down at the scene from the third floor.

“This year has just begun. The desperate struggles of the managers to attract new members.”

“Oh ho ho ho ho! If you belong to our student council, you wouldn’t have to do such a frivolous job like that!”

Listening to the two of them next to me, I cautiously spoke out.

“Hey… Is there any reason to create such a dark atmosphere?”

Then, the president, who was gently waving an open black fan, said he didn’t know what to do and bruised me.

“By nature, those who stand in high places have a duty to observe the lives of the lower classes! Kim Yu-seong is a senior in the grade and barely knows that much!”

“Right! Right!”

I stared at the master-slave duo, who suddenly started taking pictures of the other side, and asked, putting my hand in my pants pocket.

“More than that, President, please tell me why you suddenly called me to the student council room.”

Then the vice president pointed at me and said,

“Kim Yu-seong! You are so unaware that you are a member of the student council! My girl is sad because you don’t come up to the student council room too much!”

“…go on talking.”

“A arrogant and arrogant rogue like you will be defeated by Shinjiro Akagi, the young lady’s henchman, today!”

As the vice president flashed his glasses and shouted that, the president, who was listening to him, blushed in denial.

“My, when did I feel sad!”

I quietly raised my hand and asked at the chaotic situation unfolding before my eyes.

“If you don’t have any business, can I just go back to the classroom?”

“”no!””

‘I’ll take care of it.’