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

Chapter 156: Seeing Off the Koyama Family! Going to Submit "Seven Samurai"!

Two days later, still that Tokyo Station full of a futuristic feel.

Only this time, the atmosphere permeating the platform had long lost the reserve and unfamiliarity of the first meeting, replaced by a departure melancholy full of reluctance and warmth of returning fully loaded.

"Aiya, Hiroshi-kun, this... this is truly spending too much! Truly spending too much!"

Prospective mother-in-law Koyama Takasae looked at those few shopping bags printed with major luxury brand logos almost piling up into a small mountain by her feet, that face always carrying a gentle smile, written full of complex colors.

After all Misae and Nohara Hiroshi weren't married yet right now, them as prospective father-in-law and mother-in-law, receiving so many good things from Nohara Hiroshi.

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Inevitably feeling a bit unable to keep their face.

"Aiya, this is after all Nohara's token of regard, still very good." But Koyama Yoshiharu at this time carefully adjusted the collar of that handmade suit just tailored in the most famous tailor shop in Ginza, the satisfaction and fondness in those eyes almost overflowing.

Such a good suit, indeed went very well with his slicked-back hair, looking quite majestic and having imposing manner.

So he was extremely satisfied with Nohara: "Wait until he goes to Kumamoto, we'll also properly host Nohara, won't that be fine?" He explained. But Koyama Takasae glanced at him without speaking.

Such expensive gifts.

If they really wanted to give Nohara Hiroshi gifts of the same value, then they would have to use the savings in their bankbook!

Especially when Koyama Takasae glanced at those two meticulously packaged bottles of what was said to be top-tier "Juyondai" Ryuusen sake, shock also rose in her eyes.

It was said that just these two bottles of sake alone, were enough for half a year of their pension!

"Yes! Uncle and Auntie are willing to entrust Misae to me, is already the greatest kindness to me! Misae compared to me, is also the greatest gift in my life!"

Nohara Hiroshi at this time unexpectedly smiled and spoke.

And also bowed deeply towards the couple Koyama Yoshiharu and Koyama Takasae, that posture, as humble as an excellent student listening to a mentor's teachings: "Misae is the love of my heart, unable to be measured by any value. The gifts I bought for Uncle and Auntie, are merely ordinary items of the human world, and only in this way, can it express my sincere feelings towards Misae, as well as my sincere respect and reverence towards Uncle and Auntie."

This perfectly timed flattery, patted Koyama Yoshiharu until he felt comfortable all over. On that face that was always stern, all the seriousness and majesty, at this moment, quietly melted away like ice and snow.

That expression on his face was full of massive satisfaction.

Only right within this heartwarming atmosphere full of "father-in-law and son-in-law harmony", a petite charming figure full of reluctance and wailing, acted like a small tail that couldn't be shaken off, firmly hanging onto Nohara Hiroshi's arm wailing: "Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law! I don't want to return to Kumamoto! I want to stay in Tokyo!"

In Koyama Musae's large eyes, a layer of moist mist had long been covered at this moment, her pretty face written full of infinite longing for this steel forest full of prosperity and temptation.

"Tokyo is too fun! There's delicious food, delicious drinks, and so many pretty clothes! Most importantly... there's also you, this handsome and capable brother-in-law! If I return to Kumamoto, I will definitely die of boredom!"

"Rebellious daughter!" Koyama Yoshiharu trembled all over with anger, but still pulled Koyama Musae into the train.

The train slowly started, taking away those gratified, or reluctant, or anticipatory gazes.

Nohara Hiroshi holding Misae's hand, stood on the platform, until that white steel long snake, thoroughly disappeared at the end of their field of vision.

...

The black Toyota Crown moved steadily forward in the night.

"By next year, let's also go to Kumamoto Prefecture, your hometown to take a look." Nohara Hiroshi drove with one hand.

"Hiroshi-kun, next year... are we really going to Kumamoto to play?" Misae gently leaned her small head onto his shoulder, in that voice, carrying a trace of dreamlike pleasant surprise.

"Of course." Nohara Hiroshi smiled and nodded, he didn't even need to look up travel guides, the memories of his previous life had already clearly surfaced in his mind: "At that time, we will go to Mount Aso, to see the world's largest active volcanic crater;

go to Kurokawa Onsen, soak in that legendary 'Beauty Bath' that can cure everything;

and also go taste the most authentic horse meat sashimi, and that bowl of Kumamoto Ramen, sufficient to make anyone shed tears over it."

Every time he mentioned a place name, those beautiful large eyes of Misae's brightened a bit more.

When he finished speaking the last word, in those obsidian-like eyes, had long been filled with the sweetest anticipation for the future.

This was after all the tourist attraction of her hometown.

She knew this man, he wasn't just making a promise.

He was constructing a happy future full of love and delicious food for her.

...

When that laziness unique to holidays, was thoroughly replaced by the urban rhythm full of efficiency and busyness of Monday morning, Nohara Hiroshi had long sat back behind that Manager's desk, symbolizing his absolute power in TV Tokyo.

He skillfully processed those mountain-like reports and contracts, all only needing a signature.

'Ding-a-ling——'

That black internal phone on the desk pierced this tranquility.

"Manager." From the other end of the phone, transmitted Kitagawa Yao's voice: "It's a call from Director Kurosawa Eiji, he's already on his way, saying he'll arrive in fifteen minutes. He also said, for you to prepare a bit, he wants to take you to a... very important place."

"A very important place?" Nohara Hiroshi's eyebrows, imperceptibly raised a bit.

Fifteen minutes later, when Kurosawa Eiji's figure appeared at the office door, Nohara Hiroshi finally understood, where that "very important place" the other party mentioned, exactly was.

"Let's go, Nohara-kun." Kurosawa Eiji didn't have the slightest pleasantries, directly saying: "Yesterday I already sent the rough cut sample of 'Seven Samurai', to 'Eirin'. Today, is the day for the first round of review. Over there... there's a person, who has been wanting to meet you."

Eirin.

Nippon Film Ethics and Regulatory Committee.

A seemingly inconspicuous, yet actually controlling the life and death power of all movies in the entire Japan, absolute authority organization.

Any movie, no matter how big your investment is, how strong the cast is, before the official release, must, and can only, pass the review of this organization.

Otherwise what awaits, will only be the icy fate of being ruthlessly banned.

...

Tokyo Metropolis, Chuo Ward, that seemingly inconspicuous small gray building.

Here there was no luxurious decoration, only long corridors quiet enough to hear one's own heartbeat, and heavy wooden doors tightly shut as if leading to another world.

Nohara Hiroshi followed Kurosawa Eiji, walking through that maze-like corridor.

Eventually, stopped their footsteps before a room hanging the door plate "First Review Room".

Kurosawa Eiji didn't knock, merely gently nodded towards the two staff members wearing crisp suits with solemn expressions at the door: "I am Kurosawa Eiji, made an appointment in advance for today's movie submission and review."

When those two staff members saw clearly who came, on their faces instantly surfaced a heartfelt awe.

"Director Kurosawa."

They greeted, then pulled open that door leading to the core of power for them.

The room was very quiet, no luxurious decoration, only a set of archaic mahogany sofas, and a landscape painting with profound artistic conception on the wall.

A man was currently sitting at the desk processing documents.

He wore a simple dark gray suit, medium build, looking just like the most ordinary, elderly civil servant seen everywhere.

But when he slowly lifted his head, Nohara Hiroshi's heart, uncontrollably violently contracted.

Fujiwara Hideaki!

Deputy Minister of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Publicity Department, one of the actual operators of the Greater Tokyo Metropolitan Area Plan, at the same time, also... the Movie Review Standing Committee Member of the Nippon Film Ethics and Regulatory Committee!

"Your Excellency Fujiwara."

Kurosawa Eiji, this famous director who was sufficient to make any producer outside silent as a winter cicada, at this moment acted like the most respectful student, deeply bending his own waist towards that man.

"Disturbing your peace."

"Oh?"

On Fujiwara Hideaki's face that was always as calm as water, surfaced an undisguised astonishment.

His gaze, paused for a moment on Kurosawa Eiji's face written full of respect, following which, landed on that young man who equally performed a standard bow towards him.

"Nohara-kun, we meet again." His voice carried curiosity: "I rather didn't expect, the two people I value the most, one is a samurai film master sufficient to represent our national essence of Japan, one is a variety show star sufficient to change the pattern of the entire television circle, unexpectedly... would collaborate to shoot a movie."

"Your Excellency Fujiwara, you misunderstood."

However, before Nohara Hiroshi could open his mouth to exchange pleasantries, Kurosawa Eiji's straightforward voice appeared first.

He slowly straightened his body, on that weather-beaten face, was written full of the magnanimity and pride belonging to an artisan of the old era.

"This 'Seven Samurai', from beginning to end, is entirely the work of Nohara-kun alone. From the script, to the storyboard, to every shot and every staging on site, all of it was single-handedly handled, by him."

"This old fellow me, is merely... acting as an assistant for him, hanging a vain title of co-director."

"This movie, has only one true general director."

He paused, under the astonished gaze of the top bureaucrat holding the life and death power of their work, articulating carefully and seriously:

"It is him, Nohara Hiroshi."

"..."

Even Fujiwara Hideaki, this old man over sixty years old, was slightly stunned at this moment.

Looking at Kurosawa Eiji, then looking at that young man who from beginning to end merely smiled calmly, that heart which had long been tempered as hard as a rock by countless power struggles, suddenly felt submerged by a preposterous sense close to being unreal!

After a moment, he finally questioned in astonishment: "A samurai film shot by Nohara Hiroshi, you Kurosawa Eiji, are just a co-director acting as an assistant?"

This is simply a Arabian Nights tale!

(End of Chapter)