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I just want to quietly draw manga Chapter 154
🕑 Added 2025-05-30 17:52:10 +0000 UTCTuesday Night Meeting
On Tuesday night, Haruki followed the Line location pin and made his way to the spot Kazuya had mentioned.
Kazuya had said it was just an average yakiniku place, but the moment Haruki stepped in, he couldn’t help but feel it was already quite upscale.
Clearly, Kazuya’s definition of “ordinary” was a little different from his.
“Welcome. Do you have a reservation?” the hostess at the entrance greeted him politely.
“Uh, yeah… my friend should already be inside.”
After giving the name Kazuya had mentioned, a staff member led Haruki upstairs. They passed through a narrow corridor before arriving at a private room. The staff member gestured for Haruki to remove his shoes before sliding the door open—
A burst of lively voices poured out immediately.
Inside, nearly twenty people were seated. Most looked to be in their thirties, a few women among them. They all seemed quite familiar with Kazuya, and the atmosphere was cheerful and relaxed, with chatter filling the air.
Though Haruki had opened the door quietly, all eyes turned to him.
And just as he was sizing them up—they were doing the same to him.
He’s young.
Is that the Mizushiro everyone’s been talking about lately?
He looks younger than my daughter…
Each person had their own reaction, but the general sentiment was surprise.
Kazuya stood up at once, stepping over to Haruki’s side.
“Let me introduce everyone,” Kazuya said, patting Haruki lightly on the shoulder. “This is Mizushiro, the manga artist whose work has been making waves lately—and more importantly, he’s the main investor in the anime project we’re about to launch. He’s also the scriptwriter for it.”
He grinned.
“So… where’s the applause?”
The room broke into claps and cheers.
“Hey, boss!”
“Boss, you’re the man!”
“I'm a huge fan of your manga!”
Some of the comments were half-joking, but the mood was undeniably welcoming.
Haruki scratched his cheek, a bit embarrassed—not because of stage fright, but because he wasn’t used to being the center of attention like this.
“I’m Haruki Yuuki. I think I’m probably the youngest one here, so just call me Haruki,” he said calmly.
“Well, there you go!” Kazuya laughed. “He said it himself. No need to be formal.”
“Haruki, you got here at the perfect time. Everyone’s been waiting on you.” Kazuya led him to the middle of the long table, where they sat down on the floor together.
The table was loaded with dishes—assorted meats, seafood, vegetables, and ingredients Haruki didn’t even recognize. The charcoal grill in the center was already glowing red.
But it was clear everyone had been waiting. No one had touched the food.
Kazuya gave him a subtle nudge with his elbow.
Haruki didn’t catch on at first, but then he realized.
“A-Ah… sorry to keep everyone waiting! Let’s dig in!”
With that, the room came alive again. Conversations picked up, hands reached out for meat, and the grilling began in earnest.
Though Haruki didn’t know them yet, it was clear everyone here was already familiar with each other—and this dinner was meant to change that for him too.
“Here, Haruki—try this,” Kazuya said, placing a sliced, unidentifiable meat on the grill.
“What is it?” Haruki asked, intrigued.
“Cow testicles.”
Haruki froze, unsure how to respond.
“It’s supposed to be… energizing,” Kazuya added with a grin.
Before Haruki could respond, someone raised their glass across the table.
“Haruki-san, I’m Sawatari Kōzuki. A toast to you!”
“Oh, sure—thanks.” Haruki quickly poured the sake into his glass.
The drink had a soft, rice-like fragrance and didn’t seem particularly strong.
“What kind of sake is this?” he asked Mori.
“Well, we’re in a proper Japanese-style place, so of course I ordered real sake,” Kazuya said. “I figured it’d match the atmosphere better than beer.”
“Fair enough,” Haruki nodded.
His alcohol tolerance was average, but this didn’t seem too bad. As long as he paced himself, he thought he’d be fine.
…Or so he thought.
Twenty minutes in, after toasts from one person after another, the low-alcohol sake began to add up. Despite its mild taste, the buildup hit him fast—his face flushed, heart raced, and he was definitely getting tipsy.
Throughout the dinner, people introduced themselves, but no one went into details about their specific roles in the anime project. That part could come later—this evening was all about building connections.
“Hey, Kazuya… they’re all pretty lively, huh?” Haruki asked, watching some people eat, others playing cards, and a couple of clearly drunk folks singing karaoke off to the side.
“They’re all passionate about animation,” Kazuya explained, tone softening slightly. “Some got fed up with office politics, others weren’t good with the social side of things. Some quit because they didn’t get along with their bosses, or were too good at their jobs and ended up being sidelined…”
He poured himself another drink.
“Most of them are freelancers now. A few were between jobs. But regardless of their flaws, I chose them for two reasons.”
“First—solid character.”
“Second—exceptional talent.”
“You’ll see for yourself, the more time you spend with them.”
Haruki nodded, picking up a random piece of grilled meat with his chopsticks and popping it into his mouth.
“So, what do you think? Tastes good, right?” Kazuya grinned.
“Yeah, not bad…” Haruki answered on reflex.
Then, catching the look in Kazuya’s eyes, he blinked. A beat later, realization hit him.
He glanced at the grill.
Sure enough—he’d just eaten that piece. The one Kazuya had started grilling earlier…
Haruki paused, silent.
Kazuya didn’t tease him further.
Fortunately, Haruki had good self-control. He quickly shifted gears in his mind and refocused.
“By the way, Kazuya… do we have enough people to actually make an anime?”
Kazuya’s smile returned.
“Of course not,” he said, matter-of-factly. “These are just the core team members. Equipment, software, gear—we’ll rent what we need. The routine, less technical work can be outsourced. There are also roles I haven’t filled yet. If I can’t find the right people, I’ll reach out to my contacts at Kazanami Studio. They’ll help out after hours—do me a favor and make some side income too.”
“So don’t worry about the staffing. What matters is the budget.”
“I want to start as soon as possible. First, we need to sort out a workspace.”
Kazuya looked over at Haruki.
“I mentioned this before—you don’t know the ins and outs of animation production yet, but your background as a manga artist is a huge plus, especially for original storyboarding and character design. So I thought we should rent a place near your apartment. That way, once you’re done with your manga work for the day, you can drop by the studio and give the team your creative input directly.”
“As long as the project kicks off, the funds will be allocated promptly. See that woman over there? That’s Mizunashi Renge. She’s handling color work, but she also has a background in accounting. Her skills are sharp, so I’ll have her manage the project finances.”
“Of course, it’d be even better if you could send someone from your side to work with her.”
Haruki nodded thoughtfully.
It wasn’t a massive production by industry standards, but a multi-million yen anime project still wasn’t a small undertaking. For financial oversight, he’d probably have to speak with Haruka again.
