After the meal, Kishimoto-sensei showed us around his studio as promised.
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Materials for human body reference, a collection of various oriental paintings, various comic books and tablets, etc.
It was a different feeling to actually see the studio that I had only seen in photos.
“At home, I usually only work on the storyline, and actually draw manga at the studio next door. It’s because I’m the type of person who has a hard time concentrating when I’m at home.”
While saying that, with arms crossed, Kishimoto-sensei smiled haha.
But I was satisfied enough just to be able to see the studio of my favorite cartoonist, so I didn’t want more.
“Oh, sir. May I ask for your autograph?”
“That’s enough, it’s fine.”
Hearing those words, I took out all the Golden Samurai volumes that I had put in my bag.
The 28-volume comic book had quite a bit of stains on it because I had read it several times.
Kishimoto-sensei left a signature on the inside cover of the book one by one.
After signing all 28 books like that, I bowed my head, feeling a great sense of satisfaction, which was also signed for the last time.
“Thank you! Teacher! I’ll keep it for the rest of my life!”
Then Kishimoto-sensei smiled softly and waved his hand.
“Haha, what’s the sign of someone like me. Just keep being close with your daughter from now on.”
“Yes!”
After seeing the studio like that, I was led up to the second floor by Rika’s hand.
“Wow! This is my room!”
Should I be a little surprised?
Her room was decorated in calm tones throughout.
Although the cute props stood out, it felt so modern that it was hard to believe that it was a 17-year-old girl’s room.
‘Is it Rika’s mother’s taste?’
With that thought in mind, I stepped into the room, and was surprised to see a comic book lined up on one wall.
“Hehe, do you want to wake up a little? My friends also showed the same reaction as Ryu-chan when they first came to my house.”
I usually thought that Rika likes boys’ manga a little bit.
But now that I see it, it wasn’t ‘a little’, but ‘very’.
It was truly spectacular to see the boys’ cartoons, which you would know just by name, sorted by genre and piled up on the bookshelf.
Anyone who sees it will mistake it for a library, not a room.
“Come on, sit here and wait. I’ll bring you some tea and something to eat.”
As Rika suggested, I sat down on a cushion in front of the crippled table.
It was the first time I had visited a girl’s room, but I felt unexpectedly comfortable.
Is it because of the boy cartoon? It’s like visiting a friend’s house.
Rika, who was about to leave the room to go to the kitchen, glanced back to see if she had something on her mind.
“Can’t you touch anything while I’m away? I’ll be very angry if I get caught.”
“Okay.”
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Maybe it’s because I’m sensitive to privacy, so I’m worried about leaving myself in the room alone.
When I nodded my head saying that I would understand, then Rika said that she would come back quickly and left the room.
“Hmm….”
It was only after I was left alone in the room that I felt a little bit aware of reality.
Going to a friend’s house of the opposite s*x on a holiday is a life of an insider that I would never have imagined in the past.
I’ve never had such feelings for Rika, but it felt strange to think that I was left alone in a girl’s room.
I don’t know if it’s because of my mood, but I think the room smells fragrant.
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My room mainly smells of sweat.
In order to clear my mind, I decided to pass the time with the game until Rika came up.
Thinking like that, it was when I just launched the game app.
“Hello~”
Suddenly, Rika’s mother entered the room.
“Oh, aunt?”
As I was panicking and trying to get up, Rika’s mother gently closed the door, telling her to sit comfortably.
“If you say aunt, you look too old, so feel free to call me Maria.”
… Can I call my friend’s mother like that?
I hesitated to speak for a moment, but at the constant urging, I was forced to call her Ms. Maria.
“Hey, why did you suddenly come here, Maria?”
I thought you would be on the first floor, of course.
Because Rika went down to the first floor to prepare refreshments.
Then, upon hearing my question, Ms. Maria said playfully with an evil smile.
“It’s no different, just to show our daughter’s dark history~”
“Are you black history?”
I couldn’t imagine it, so when I blinked my eyes, Ms. Maria giggled and showed me what she was hiding behind her back.
“Voila! This is a photo album of Rika’s growth. Aren’t you curious about Yooseong-kun as a friend?”
It was an event to go to a friend’s house and look at a photo album. It was very obvious, but it was a situation that I wanted to experience at least once as a JUMP aficionado.
In the end, as I shyly nodded, succumbed to temptation, Maria sat across from me and opened her treasury photo album.
The album that documented Rika’s growth began in an ordinary childhood.
“This is Rika when I was 1, this is Rika when I was 2, this is Rika when I was 3 This is a picture I took when I went to England with me.”
Whether she was reminiscing on faded memories, Maria told an anecdote related to it, pointing through the photos one by one with her fingers.
“Ah, this is Rika from the school festival. It was so cute that she had chosen the role of a tree by drawing lots, and came home with a sullen expression and complained.”
After saying that, Maria laughed and then slowly turned the album to the next chapter.
“Oh, I miss this one too. This is a picture I took when I went to Comiket with Rika for the first time.”
Yes?
Hearing something completely unexpected, I involuntarily shook my head.
In the photo, a blonde mother and daughter with twintails were posing in black cosplay outfits with a modern cane.
It is a rival character of a magical girl that was popular about 10 years ago.
I had never seen it, but information remained in Kim Yoo-sung’s memory.
When I looked at Ms. Maria with a puzzled expression, Ms. Maria smiled proudly and said:
“Because I was originally from the first generation of cosplayers. Ever since I was little, if I had a daughter, it was my dream to cosplay together.”
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Maria, who revealed her old job very naturally, continued to explain the following photos.
“Ah, this is a picture I took in C73. This is a picture my husband took in C78.”
In the photo, Maria was cosplaying all kinds of foreign characters, taking advantage of her blonde hair as a foreigner.
As a bonus, even his daughter, Rika, was always by his side.
“Huhu, isn’t my daughter so cute? She has a talent for cosplay because she resembles me.”
To be honest, it wasn’t anything else, and to say that cosplay was taught early was a culture shock in many ways.
Is this what Rika’s black history was referring to?
It was when I was nodding my head in understanding somehow.
“Ah, I finally found it. My daughter’s dark history.”
“Yes? More?”
I was surprised to find out that there was a black history worse than this.
To be honest, at this point, I wonder what kind of picture it is.
Perhaps she was satisfied with my reaction, she nodded and showed the photo in the album.
In the photo, Rika, a middle school student with an eye patch on her right eye, wearing a black goth loli outfit and red lenses, is posing in a very cool pose…
“mama!”
Hearing the sharp voice coming from behind, I hurriedly closed the album.
“Oh my gosh, are you here already?”
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Maria greets Rika with a casual expression.
Rika walked over with a reddened face and slammed the tray she was holding onto the tabletop! I put it down to make a sound and asked Ms. Maria.
“Did you show me?”
Then Maria smiled benevolently and nodded her head.
“yes.”
“aah!”
Rika runs out of shame.
It wasn’t the bright and playful figure he always showed, but the look he was genuinely ashamed of.
Well, it would be nice if a classmate found out about a photo of me during my sophomore year in middle school.
If I were in the same situation, I would have found the mouse hole first.
Hesitating because he didn’t know how to comfort this, Rika said with a weeping expression on her face.
“I don’t do cosplay stuff right now?! Really! That’s just… a mistake I made during the stormy rage!”
“Uh, yes. I trust you.”
As I nodded as I said that, Rika somehow became more and more in pain.
Is this the cry of the person who found out about the black history?
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Maria, who had been watching her daughter in pain like that, said while holding the album by her side and waving her hand slightly.
“Then, Mama, let’s go. Let’s have a good time together~”
Then Rika jumped up from the bed and shouted into the back of the head of Mrs. Maria as she left the room.
“Don’t come into my room again!”
However, Maria did not respond, closed the door slightly and left.
Rika, who was still grinning alone, asked if her anger was still not resolved, with a tearful face.
“Are you going to keep this a secret?”
I smiled bitterly and nodded my head.
“There’s no one to talk to anyway.”