My Name is Hiroshi Nohara, Star of Neon Film and Television!

Chapter 100: Tanaka Kei Enters the Board! The Assembled Tanaka Team!

"Ye... yes! Section Chief Nohara!" Tanaka Kei excitedly rapidly exactly turned around, every single step exactly as if stepping upon the node of destiny, heavy and also carrying a kind of newly formed palpitation.

When he walked out of that door, bathed anew underneath that bright light of the Production Bureau corridor, actually produced a kind of exactly as if a generation had passed illusion.

The light, was no longer dazzling, instead carrying a kind of long-lost warmth, driving away that lingering damp coldness entrenched inside the depths of his soul for a very long time.

At the main gate region of TV Tokyo, people coming and going, every single person brushing past beside his body, all exactly as if being living creatures from another dimension, upon their faces either carrying confident smiles, or carrying the exhaustions of work, but all full of the aura of 'being alive'.

While he, Tanaka Kei, in the past several months, was merely a walking rotting corpse, a solitary ghost mercilessly abandoned by the torrent of times.

Those strange gazes surrounding, exactly like invisible needles, still piercing him.

Possessing sympathy, possessing disdain, possessing gloating over others' misfortunes, even possessing pure curiosity.

They exactly as if surrounding and observing a pitiful bug having fallen from the divine altar, smashing to the point of shattered bones and crushed body.

Acquaintances discussed his past glories and current miserable state.

Unfamiliar people then questioned why inside TV Tokyo still possessed such a miserable and impolite guy identical to a street homeless person.Exactly upon this highly anticipated execution ground, two silhouettes as if having agreed beforehand, appeared before his front.

Sato Kenji and Yamamoto Takeshi.

After they explained Tanaka Kei's current destitution with Nohara Hiroshi, exactly taking a shortcut arriving at the main gate of TV Tokyo Production Bureau, exactly just right blocking Tanaka Kei.

They towards this old pal, exactly felt anger nowhere to vent.

Especially seeing this honorable portrait.

Simply extremely furious!

"Yo, isn't this Tanaka great director, our Kanto Faction's former most prestigious variety show genius?"

Inside Yamamoto Takeshi's voice, carrying a kind of entirely undisguised ridicule, he sized up and down this honorable portrait of Tanaka Kei identical to a street homeless person, inside those pair of sharp eyes, brimming with anger of expecting better: "What? Drank enough alcohol, finally willing to crawl out from that moldy dog kennel of yours? Or saying, preparing to come to the trash cans of the television station, seeking some leftovers, to exchange for a new bottle of shochu?"

This spiel was vicious and acerbic.

If placed half an hour earlier, sufficient to thoroughly grind that already vulnerable beyond endurance self-esteem of Tanaka Kei into fine powder.

But now, Tanaka Kei merely silently endured it, upon that face looking somewhat swollen due to long-term heavy drinking, for the first time floated up a kind of profound shame, originating from the bone marrow.

He didn't refute, also didn't feel anger, merely bent his waist downwards facing the two.

"I'm sorry."

His voice was hoarse, yet carrying a kind of unprecedented solemnity: "Yamamoto, Sato... also, Section Chief Nohara. It's me, having eyes but failing to see, it's me, sitting in a well looking at the sky. It's me using that rotting soul of mine, to deliberately measure the true grand layout."

This sudden apology, caused those prepared, even more acerbic words of Yamamoto Takeshi, all instantly blocked inside the throat.

Explaining this old pal of his finally recovered normalcy.

Doesn't need their stimulation anymore.

Inside those pair of eyes of Sato Kenji hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses, flashed past a trace of unnoticeable astonishment. He advanced a step forward, supporting Tanaka Kei's arms, brows slightly furrowing: "You guy... why suddenly this solemn? We exactly aren't truly mocking you! However what is exactly inside the project Section Chief Nohara and you looked at? Why are you this shocked?"

He understood this past old pal of his too well.

Haughty and arrogant, brimming with talents, also exactly this arrogance, then let him after that disastrous defeat, never recover, thoroughly sinking.

Capable of letting him speak out this spiel, inside that project proposal, exactly contained what kind of terrifying magic?

"I..." Tanaka Kei straightened his body, inside those dead fish-like eyes, at this moment actually burning two masses of, raging blazes sufficient to start a prairie fire, he looked at Sato Kenji, voice slightly trembling due to extreme shock: "What I saw, isn't a project proposal. That is a patch of... brand new universe, sufficient to bury all old era variety shows!"

He paused, exactly as if recalling that grand blueprint sufficient to subvert all his cognitive understandings, upon that face, actually uncontrollably, floated up a smear of almost bordering on pilgrimage-like fanaticism.

"That is a... terrifying project overturning existing variety show structures."

"Terrifying?" Yamamoto Takeshi's brows furrowed even deeper, he exchanged a glance with Sato Kenji, both seeing bewilderment from the other party's eyes.

Sato Kenji even more directly opened his mouth saying: "I previously also saw that initial version proposal of Section Chief Nohara's. Nationwide participation, creative mimicry... indeed very astonishing, also very interesting. But saying 'Terrifying overturning existing variety show structures'... perhaps a bit excessively exaggerated right? A variety show program, could it still shoot the effects of horror movies?"

"No, you guys don't understand." Tanaka Kei shook his head, that gaze, exactly like a believer having caught a glimpse of divine oracle, full of superior feeling unable to be comprehended by mortals.

He didn't explain excessively anymore.

Because he knew, that grand layout contained inside that project proposal, that kind sufficient to leverage the entire society, sweeping the entire nation within it, had already exceeded the scopes capable of being described by languages.

Before personally witnessing it, any explanations, all appear entirely this pale and powerless.

"I'll excuse myself first." He facing the two, once again executed a standard bowing etiquette: "I need to go... wash away this body of rot of mine. Then, using the posture of a warrior, to welcome that, impending, great war."

After he finished speaking, exactly no longer minding those gazes full of suspicions and frights of the two, turning around, taking a kind of unprecedented, composed and firm strides, walking out of this building he once thought he would never step foot into anew.

Sunlight sprinkled upon that stooping back of his, actually as if gilding a layer of, newly born golden edges for him.

...

"This guy... crazy right?" Yamamoto Takeshi looking at that exactly as if thoroughly remolded reborn back figure of Tanaka Kei, subconsciously scratched the back of his own head, upon that face always sharp exactly like a falcon, written full of pure bewilderment.

Sato Kenji didn't speak.

He merely pushed the gold-rimmed glasses upon his bridge of the nose, those pair of eyes always carrying several fractions of gentle smiling expression, staring fixedly at the direction Tanaka Kei departed towards, the gaze behind the lenses, yet exactly like the profound starry sky, sparkling an elusive, complex light.

Inside that radiance, harboring curiosity, harboring probing, even possessing a kind of... unnoticeable calculation.

"That project proposal... exactly what is it ah?" Sato Kenji softly mumbled to himself.

"Hey, Sato."

Yamamoto Takeshi used his elbow to nudge him, a trace of suspicion flashing across his eyes: "Why are you taking that variety show project this much to heart? This doesn't seem like you. Don't forget, what we currently hold in our hands, is exactly 'Tales of the Unusual' Season Two! This exactly is the foundation of our Kanto Faction! It is entirely unknown how many pairs of eyes within the station, are currently staring at us, waiting for us to make mistakes indeed! If possessing any blunders occurred, Deputy Bureau Chief Asumi, absolutely wouldn't let us off!"

"I of course know." Sato Kenji retracted his gaze, upon the face hanging up that pair of signature gentle smile anew.

He shrugged his shoulders, that posture, casual as if exactly merely discussing today's weather just now: "I merely simply exactly curious only. Curious exactly how many, brilliant creativities capable of making this world tremble for it, are additionally hidden inside the brain of that young Section Chief of ours."

He saying so, exactly turned around walking towards the office, that back figure, identical gentle and refined, identical composed.

Yamamoto Takeshi looked at him, those pair of sharp brows, yet furrowed even deeper.

He always felt, today's Sato, was somewhat weird.

...

Ichiban Star Business Hotel, room 3306.

Tanaka Kei bared his upper body, standing before the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.

He just now used boiling hot water, washing that soul of his already radiating rotten stench long ago, along with that body full of decadence, entirely, flushed entirely clean.

Inside the mirror, reflecting out a man although possessing deeply sunken eye sockets, pale complexion, but eyes actually recovering sharpness identical to a blade anew.

That formerly inside Kanto TV, praised as "Most Talented for Variety Shows" Tanaka Kei, he, returned.

He picked up that Pager upon the desk having become entirely pitch-black stained with vomit, utilizing a kind of almost bordering on pious posture to wipe it clean.

Then, he deeply inhaled a breath of air, utilizing a kind of unprecedented, finger technique full of power, rapidly editing a, mobilization order sufficient to awaken anew those already silent souls.

[I am Tanaka Kei. Two o'clock in the afternoon, 'Ichiban Star' Business Hotel, room 3306. Wear your most decent clothes. This, concerns the future of all of us. Our Kanto Faction, currently possesses an extra exactly like a genius variety show project! Capable of letting us turn over thoroughly!]

Message sent out.

Exactly like rocks thrown into stagnant water, instantly stirring up circles upon circles of, either hesitant, or numb, or disdainful ripples.

...

Nakano Ward, inside a bachelor apartment.

The sour rot and the foul stench of vomit intertwining together inside the air, sufficient to make any ordinary person feel nauseous.

An originally very famous genius variety show scriptwriter within Kanto TV, at this moment exactly like a puddle of mud, paralyzed upon the tatamis scattered with countless empty wine bottles, emitting snores exactly like a dead pig.

Beside him, a haggard-faced woman, exactly silently weeping tears, cleaning up this piece of mess.

'Beep! Beep beep!'

Upon the bedside table, that identical Pager covered full of dust, abruptly, emitted an ear-piercing scream.

The woman walked over, taking a glance at the message upon the screen, inside those pair of eyes already occupied by despair long ago, instantly floated up a trace of weak, radiance exactly like a flickering candle in the wind.

She stretched out her hand, utilizing all the strength within her body, ruthlessly shaking that man having already been dead to the world long ago.

"Kenta! Kenta! Quickly wake up! Is... is Director Tanaka's page!"

...

Suginami Ward, an arcade hall full of dazzling lights, full of noisy music and the smell of cheap perfumes.

An initially somewhat famous producer even within TV Tokyo, at this moment exactly possessing flushed red eyes staring at that machine constantly swallowing his final bit of savings before him, upon that face looking somewhat swollen due to staying up late long-term, written full of madness unique to gamblers.

'Beep! Beep beep!'

The Pager inside his pocket vibrated.

He impatiently pulled it out, taking a glance, subsequently, exactly like tossing trash, stuffing it back inside his pocket anew.

"Tanaka? Still dreaming here? Variety shows produced by Kanto Faction, fundamentally exactly impossible to be opponents of TV Tokyo!" He sneered a sound, tossing the final pachinko ball, into that machine forever unsatisfied.

...

Setagaya Ward, inside an apartment looking somewhat decent.

An art director formerly famous for "details", at this moment exactly wearing a set of crisp suit, facing the mirror, meticulously tying his necktie.

He was going to a tiny GG company for an interview, an assistant position.

Beside him, his wife was silently adjusting his collar for him, inside those pair of gentle eyes, full of worry and reluctance.

'Beep! Beep beep!'

The Pager rang.

The man took a glance, upon that face always carrying several fractions of refinement, floated up a smear of bitter smile.

"That guy Tanaka again... hasn't he given up yet?"

"Go take a look right." The wife softly said, inside that voice, carrying a kind of intuition unique to women: "I always feel, this time, perhaps... will be different."

"Always better than an assistant of a small company, after all you also exactly already... a person in his thirties."

The man was silent for a moment, ultimately still nodded his head.

...

Lines of messages, exactly like dandelion seeds, scattering towards various corners of Tokyo.

Some people, chose to ignore.

Some people, chose to observe on the sidelines.

Even more people, after seeing that message, immediately put down everything inside their hands, utilizing the fastest speed, taking out that suit from the deepest parts of the wardrobe, already covered full with dust, yet carrying all their pride and dreams, the most decent suit.

They don't know, this time, exactly what medicine that Tanaka Kei formerly reduced to a laughingstock and failure was selling inside his gourd.

Exactly how good that supposedly extremely good variety show project should be entirely.

But they knew, that sentence "concerns the future of all of us", exactly like a poison-quenched needle, accurately, pierced exactly hitting their hearts, that softest, also most unwilling scar.

Then they very quickly exactly arrived at the hotel Tanaka Kei agreed upon.

Also saw after finishing dressing up.

Becoming identical to formerly extremely refreshing and straightforward, extremely capable, and also extremely prominent exactly flourishing wind Tanaka Kei... almost identically appearing mold!

"Very shocked right?" Tanaka Kei at this time looking at these four to five people having already arrived, waiting for a moment, repeatedly raising his hand to look at his watch, discovering it already thoroughly exceeded twenty minutes.

Seems like indeed nobody else is coming next.

Tanaka Kei exactly let out a breath somewhat regrettably, yet didn't speak much of anything, merely slowly, deeply inhaling a breath of sullen air, saying towards everyone: "This morning Deputy Bureau Chief Asumi called me, letting me go meet a young man called Nohara Hiroshi. Perhaps you guys are somewhat unfamiliar with this name, but you exactly only need to know 'Tales of the Unusual' and 'Yamishibai' are both his works then will do."

"The original author of 'Tales of the Unusual' and 'Yamishibai'?"

"That guy called Nohara Hiroshi ah!"

However these old subordinates who came over one after another exclaimed out loud, because even if during this period of time they were extremely crestfallen, indulging in alcohol all day long wanting to escape reality, but still identically heard of these two extremely explosive project programs, as well as this young yet resounding exactly like thunder name.

Then they all one after another thought of something, extremely pleasantly surprised looking towards Tanaka Kei: "Deputy Bureau Chief Asumi, let Nohara Hiroshi come to assist us!?"

"En." Tanaka Kei slowly nodded: "Correct."

"Then truly is too great, hearing Nohara Hiroshi exactly like a monster, as long as project programs handled by his hands, are all directly viewership rating massive explosions!"

"Never expected it's actually him! Deputy Bureau Chief Asumi hasn't forgotten us!"

The crowds present were exactly even more extremely pleasantly surprised.

Inside their eyes this young man Nohara Hiroshi, exactly already became a savior worthy of their trust.

After all no choice, the mythologies created by Nohara Hiroshi were truly exactly too powerful. A sub-prime time program, viewership rating directly maintaining at roughly 21%, even higher than ordinary prime time programs' viewership ratings.

Moreover during the broadcasting period, still tightly following "Yesterday's Cherry Blossoms" possessing 21.5% viewership ratings meticulously polished for ten years by Goddess of Romance Dramas Matsumoto Keiko.

Capable of saying to be evenly matched.

Even possessing several days of viewership ratings, capable of exceeding "Yesterday's Cherry Blossoms".

This already explained the situation.

After all prime time exactly starts from eight o'clock, broadcasting two episodes consequently, a time slot deeply recognized by Neon nationals.

While "Tales of the Unusual" exactly commences at nine o'clock, merely broadcasting a single episode.

Amidst this still having to mix time slots of other programs.

The two sides fundamentally exactly lacked comparabilities!

The results the two sides actually still could fight to be evenly matched, also exactly has already explained, "Yesterday's Cherry Blossoms" is exactly the one falling into the lower wind.

Now, such an outstanding director is going to cooperate with themselves.

Then the crowd present capable of not being pleasantly surprised?

"Yoshi! Very good! Very spirited!"

At this time Tanaka Kei also revealed smiles, nodding his head, looking at himself identically recovering spirit inside the mirror, nodding towards everyone saying: "Then us right now, exactly go meet Nohara Hiroshi, this next General Director, we subsequently needing to obey commands... Section Chief right!"