6 [6] The Dream World
The chief editor looked at Iwamoto Yu and placed the manuscript for the second half of "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure" that he had brought over on the table. He said, "Take it back and have him redraw it!"
"Huh?"
Iwamoto Yu was momentarily stunned.
"You do know, right? The death of the protagonist is a massive blow to the manga. Does he want to end it here?" The chief editor furrowed his brow, remembering that he had gone through the entire stack of "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure" that Kurokawa Kazuya had submitted yesterday.
He was genuinely amazed at the situation between the protagonist, JoJo, and the antagonist, Dio.
Such a manga, he had never seen before.
But—the protagonist had died...
It was unnecessary, yet it happened! It was a rather ill-advised move.
"Well... it's probably impossible to change the fact that the protagonist died..." Iwamoto Yu sighed. "According to what Kurokawa-sensei said, he plans to introduce a new protagonist in each part, and he's already drawn up to Part Three. I can guarantee you that it's going to be a very exciting story!"
Iwamoto Yu hoped that this manga would continue to be serialized as it was, or it would be a great loss. Especially Part Three...
The introduction of Stand abilities, various Stands, and exotic settings from around the world.
The concept of a villain as a savior.
Vividly distinctive characters.
Quirky but refreshing dialogue.
Bizarre and increasingly sensational poses!
All of these immersed him deeply in the manga after he finished reading it. He felt... like he was afflicted with a disease where he couldn't bear not to read JoJo!
"One protagonist per part..." The chief editor fell into a slight silence. "Do you know where Kurokawa Kazuya lives?"
"Yes, I do!"
"Call him now and arrange for the two of us to visit him!"
"Yes..." Iwamoto Yu nodded.
...
Buzz...
Inside the plane.
A hundred passengers sat together, each with a parachute beside them.
Their faces displayed various expressions.
Kazuya were no exception. Although Kazuya knew that even if he died here, he would simply wake up later, he still tried to make his face show a hint of fear.
Because there was one time when his expression was too composed, and he received special attention...
"Hurry up and jump! Anyone who doesn't jump before we reach the final destination will be thrown out, and those who resist will be shot—speed! Speed!"
The organizers shouted loudly at the front of the plane.
In the middle of the plane was the platform where the organizers stood, surrounded by a railing. In addition to the organizers in the back, there were several armed people holding guns.
Behind them were the seats, and further back was the open area for parachuting.
With the first person jumping, others began to gather their courage and jump one by one.
Kazuya continued to observe a full-bodied woman who had caught his attention. He watched as she trembled but summoned the courage to walk to the parachute spot.
The woman reached the parachute spot, her face filled with fear. Occasionally, she looked back at the guns that told her there was no turning back.
"Oh, God."
Reaching the edge of the plane, she hadn't made up her mind yet. When she saw the height below, her legs went weak, and she fell off—directly.
Kazuya took a deep breath and followed.
This time, his goal was simple: keep an eye on this woman, watch every choice she made, every decision, her expressions, and... her final moments of death.
Yes, he would spend a lot of time observing everyone on this plane.
Watching every choice they made.
And he drawing them.
Before this woman, he had watched nineteen other people. She was the twentieth.
The first time, he didn't know anything and thought that dying here meant real death. He struggled desperately.
Then, the second time, he figured out the situation.
From the third to the fifth time, he was always the last to jump and observed everyone's expressions.
Starting from the sixth time, he specifically focused on one person and followed them closely.
During this process, he encountered situations where the person he was observing hadn't died yet but he had died. Or the person he was observing noticed he had to interact or even kill that person, which was of no benefit to his observational concept.
He was observers.
Observing the appearance and expressions of every person, drawing them as characters for his first original manga!
And—after so many times, he had made significant progress.
At least with parachuting.
At first, he was scared out of his minds, but now he was used to it.
And as for firearms and vehicles, as well as ways to hide himselves...
Compared to the first-timers, he had grown a lot.
Sometimes, when he was tired of observing and didn't want to focus, he treated it as a game and killed everyone to become the first—after all, it was just a dream, and he had seen these people how many times already?
Even if he killed them, they would reappear the next night when he went to sleep.
As for what would happen after becoming the first—initially, the setting was that a plane would come to pick him up after becoming the first. But later, he found this setting uninteresting and wanted to change it.
So, for now, he hadn't decided.
After becoming the first, he would wake up.
He hoped to come up with a more impactful ending. Although he had some ideas at the moment, he wasn't mature yet.
This manga wasn't intended for a long serialization. A few dozen chapters to serve as his first practice work would suffice.
It was different from "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure."
In "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure," all the compositions had templates to refer to, which were the original manga and even the anime.
But this manga was different.
There were no clear compositions to refer to.
The only reference was the false reality created by this dream. But turning three-dimensional into two-dimensional was still challenging, and how to make the visuals more dynamic was also a challenge.
For the first chapter alone, he had already redrawn it six or seven times.
As for the second chapter...
He didn't plan to start drawing until he had decided who the protagonist would be.
Thud—
He released his parachutes, roughly judged the direction in which the woman had landed just now, and hurried over. "First, let's find a pair of binoculars as a makeshift telescope; observing will be much easier with it."
Life didn't matter, as he wouldn't die anyway...
After all, this was just a dream.
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