I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

The first day of "Comic Market 98".

The Tokyo Ariake International Exhibition Center in Koto District, Tokyo, Japan, was built in 1995. The main body is a unique conference building whose top is shaped like four upside-down roofs.

At the gate of the conference building, on the huge staircase known to everyone as a symbol of the "COMI jihad", there was already a sea of ​​people entering the venue for a "pilgrimage".

Although the organizer has repeatedly emphasized the prohibition of "queuing up overnight", the popularity of Comi in summer is too strong, and there are still an endless stream of "general participants" who come to line up in the middle of the night.

"Hey, I finally finished drawing the manuscript before the deadline. Next, it's time to show my true strength..."

Beside the booth not far from the entrance of the venue, Tsukage Chikusa was leaning against the wall with her arms folded, wearing a painter's hat and dark circles under her eyes that could not be covered by black-rimmed glasses.

Leaving aside whether he cares about exposing the identity of the creator, as a "popular painter" and a "community participant", he entered the venue early, so he naturally didn't have to stand in front of the booth to sell books like those small societies.

The booth positions starting from the entrance are sorted by the organizer according to the popularity of various associations and enterprises.

As one of the popular clubs, "2CH Doujin Club" not only ranks in the top position, but also has a dedicated person responsible for the sales of the booth.

Therefore, he only needs to "observe secretly" in the corner with other famous painters with a sinister face.

"Hmph, even Himura Kistler came here in person? Although he doesn't want to admit it, these guys have a good book volume and creativity this year..."

Tsukage Chikusa sneered as she flipped through the fanbooks she had just bought back from several big associations.

"...but it's nothing compared to my latest creation!"

As the participants continued to enter the venue, the inside of the venue began to become crowded, and there were long queues in front of the popular booths. Even Tsukage Chikusa, who was a "popular painter", was ruthlessly squeezed into a corner.

After all, in addition to notebooks, COMIKET also sells a variety of clothing, bags, dolls, figures, posters, custom-made thermos cups and other weird small commodities.

However, seeing that the pile of notebooks belonging to him was rapidly decreasing, he was filled with satisfaction.

A chunky man with a bulging schoolbag, a baseball cap, and glasses was squeezed into the corner just like Tsukage Chikusa.

"Hey, there are more people this year than last year...it's super hot...if only Araki-kun came over to help line up..."

He wiped the sweat from his brow, took out a bottle of Dr. Pepper from his school bag and drank it.

After that, he put a few "trophies" in his hand into his schoolbag by the way.

I can vaguely see that there are bento boxes, wet tissues, fans, energy drinks and other things in the schoolbag. It looks like a "professional player" who is going to squat here all day.

"Hey, Your Excellency has a good eye... You actually bought three copies at once."

The sharp-eyed Tsukage Chikusa immediately noticed that what the other party was holding was his own work,

"You're talking about this? Well, of course I need to support Mr. KIYOMI's works... One for missionary use, one for collection, and one for personal use is basic common sense."

The chunky man also seemed to be quite a professional fan fan. Regardless of the bad environment, he took out the "personal use" book and couldn't wait to read it.

Look at the sensuality of the flanks, the soft texture of the lower abdomen, the whiteness and tenderness of the back, the fullness of the thighs, the outline of the calf, and even every small toe are reflected..."

As he kept flipping the notebook in his hand, the short and fat man let out endless admiration.

"Your Excellency understands it very well... Being bought by you is not a disgrace to my painstaking creation..."

Seeing the amazement of the "fans" beside him, Tsukage Chikusa showed a satisfied expression, stepped forward and snatched the notebook from the opponent's hand...

"You...what are you doing...it's hard for me..."

Before the short and fat man could react, the book had already been returned to him.

"This signature...wait a minute, could it be you..."

On the title page of the book, there is an extra signature with "KIYOMI" written in flamboyant style.

Just when Tsukage Chikusa left handsomely in the posture of "retired after success", the dissatisfied voice of the short and fat man came from a distance: "What is this? That's it? What are these last few pages drawn?"

"Gap Eye Evil Goddess? Lily? What kind of old-fashioned thing is this, where is the depth of the theme..."

A drop of cold sweat appeared on the forehead of Mr. KIYOMI, the "popular touch".

"...Although the lily theme is cleverly used and the unique skill of 'eye for an eye' is used, the 'fixed eyes' used by her itself does not meet the various 'fixed' unique to mud wrestling. Like these last pages themselves, they're superfluous and anticlimactic..."

"This fellow KIYOMI must have made up a mess on the eve of the deadline as usual... It seems that this year's winner is still [beep...] Village Dairy..."

Listening to the short and fat man's heart-piercing venomous tongue comment, Tsukage Chikusa knelt powerlessly at the corner, showing a guilty evil smile.

"It's...it's been spotted...Damn it, [beep...] Village Dairy's soulless guys who only rely on Monday's milk to seduce social animals are nothing..."

That's right, due to being interrupted by [Gap Eyes], lack of inspiration, time constraints, etc., he simply drew [Gap Eyes Evil God] as the "heroine" and another popular anime heroine into the last few scenes on the night of the deadline. Make up the pages.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly ordinary fat man in front of him actually has quite a vicious appreciation ability, and he pointed out the "weakness" of his work.

This reminded him of the fear of being dominated by the funder's father when he was crowdfunding works on 2ch.

...

"Obviously there are so many people, why did you come here... It would be great if Mayumi-chan could come here together..."

At the same time, at the external meeting place of Comiket, Gu Yuansa, dressed in costumes, was being surrounded by dead houses with blush holding a SLR and frantically taking pictures in the middle.

As the main member of the "COSPLAY Club" of Tokyo Metropolitan Shinjuku High School, she is wearing soft ears in her blond hair, a white suspender dress, and a pair of white wings on her back. The cosplay is exactly the one in a rather retro anime. A certain robot heroine.

Originally bumpy, good-looking, and full of vitality, with this slightly tight-fitting outfit, she naturally became the "memory card killer" in the field.

However, Gu Yuansha, who was surrounded by the crowd, had a more unnatural smile on his face.

Not because the flashing lights were too focused on the inner sides of her plump fleshy legs that were outlined in creases in stockings...

It was because, among the people taking pictures, a man in glasses dressed as an office worker with a bulging and purple face was staring at her expressionlessly.

His chin is upturned, and his entire head is turned 180 degrees, which is unusual for ordinary people.

Wraith.