novelraw Chapter 173: No More Factions! Sakata Nobuhiko's Communication or Rather Warning! Takada Toshihide's Relief!
Chapter 173: No More Factions! Sakata Nobuhiko's Communication or Rather Warning! Takada Toshihide's Relief!
Even Sakata Nobuhiko also often wonders, how exactly did this kid's brain grow? How could he manage to, in such a short amount of time, successively create so many, and such excellent works.
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Completely overturned his cognition!
"No wonder... this guy is called a 'monster'."
Sakata Nobuhiko quietly gathered this sigh into the bottom of his heart, like pocketing a luminous pearl whose light could no longer be concealed in the night.
He slightly nodded.
Gesturing Nohara Hiroshi and Kurosawa Eiji could temporarily leave.
"We'll take our leave, Bureau Chief Sakata." Nohara Hiroshi and Kurosawa Eiji the two also possessed considerable tact, nodding and bowing to take their leave.
When the office door was lightly pulled shut, isolating the external hubbub, Sakata Nobuhiko's unhurried figure, then came to the edge of his office —— that floor-to-ceiling window sitting on the top floor of the Production Bureau, capable of overlooking more than half of Tokyo, quietly waiting.
The afternoon sunlight of winter carrying a trace of chilly golden color, obliquely penetrated the massive floor-to-ceiling window, plating the interior with a layer of solemn halo. Takada Toshihide pushed the door and entered, respectfully bowing his head towards Sakata Nobuhiko's back: "Bureau Chief Sakata."
"En."
Sakata Nobuhiko responded, not rushing to speak, gazing into the distance at the prosperous metropolis of Tokyo outside the window, after a moment, then merely slowly walked to behind his own office desk, gently sitting down.
He picked up that cup of already cooled fragrant tea on the desk, taking a shallow sip, his gaze peacefully falling on Takada Toshihide's back.
In that gaze there was no blame, no anger, only a profound scrutiny.
"Takada-kun, you've come." Sakata Nobuhiko finally opened his mouth to speak.
"Hai!" Takada Toshihide's body violently trembled for a moment, quickly walking to the front of the office desk, bowing deeply towards Sakata Nobuhiko, that posture, humble like a junior who just entered the workplace.
"Bureau Chief." His voice was slightly hoarse, yet every word clear: "I came to report to you, regarding the attendance list of the New Year banquet. I have decided, to yield my personal quota, to Nohara Hiroshi-kun. Just like the reason I applied to you previously, Nohara Hiroshi-kun as the future of our TV Tokyo, indeed should be placed emphasis on cultivating."
Sakata Nobuhiko didn't respond immediately, merely peacefully looking at him.
In those profound eyes not a slightest ripple arose, as if scrutinizing a bottomless lake, trying to clearly see the most hidden reefs and undercurrents at the bottom of the lake.
Takada Toshihide being looked at by him felt hairy in his heart, a layer of fine sweat beads seeping out on his forehead, that already tense apprehension, at this moment was even more infinitely magnified, almost about to completely swallow him.
A long time later, Sakata Nobuhiko finally slowly put down the teacup, the corners of his mouth hooking up a faint, yet carrying a trace of appreciative smile.
"Very good, Takada-kun." Sakata Nobuhiko's voice also carried a smile: "You did very well this time, knowing to make choices, knowing the big picture. Looks like, you finally have the appearance of an Executive Deputy Director."
These words of praise were like a shocking thunder, explosively detonating in Takada Toshihide's heart!
Bureau Chief Sakata's praises are not common.
So much so that Takada Toshihide blankly stood at his original spot, on that always gloomy face, all expressions solidified in an instant, eyes written full of disbelief.
He never thought, he himself in order to fulfilling the promise he initially made to Sato Tokugawa, making Nohara Hiroshi meet with him, having to give up the quota for the Tokyo Metropolitan Government banquet, would actually receive such a high evaluation from the Bureau Chief!
He originally thought Sakata Nobuhiko would blame him for acting on his own initiative.
But now... Sakata Nobuhiko not only didn't blame him, but instead praised him for "knowing to make choices, knowing the big picture", even saying he "has the appearance of an Executive Deputy Director"!
This... this is simply somewhat like an unexpected pleasant surprise.
A bit of... a sense of surprise from a blunder turning out well!
In Takada Toshihide's heart at this moment was like an overturned five-flavor bottle, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, mixed flavors.
He felt a trace of secret joy for the unexpected praise he received, and also felt a trace of shame for his own motive of "hitting the mark by a fluke".
He looked at Sakata Nobuhiko's peaceful face, that long-lost recognition from a superior, made that heart of his that had long been honed rock solid by factional struggles, also ripple out complex circles.
He hadn't heard this praise for too long.
Too long.
"Bureau Chief... you flatter me." Takada Toshihide's voice, carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling, he lowered his head, not daring to meet Sakata Nobuhiko's gaze, afraid of being seen through that complex thought of his by the other party.
Sakata Nobuhiko merely smiled, in those profound eyes, flashed a trace of understanding that saw through everything.
He of course knew Takada Toshihide's little calculations, and also knew he might have what other plans behind his back.
But he knew even more that at certain times, even if motives are impure, can also be utilized for the big picture.
"Flatter?" Sakata Nobuhiko shook his head, his tone becoming even more earnest and well-meaning: "No, not flattering at all. Takada-kun, do you think Nohara Hiroshi's quota, is truly arranged by me temporarily, using your quota?"
Takada Toshihide raised his head, his face written full of confusion.
Sakata Nobuhiko looking at his perplexed expression, slowly putting down the teacup lightly sighing: "Takada-kun, you are wrong. Nohara Hiroshi's quota, had long been decided internally early on. Moreover, it wasn't arranged by me, it's the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Publicity Department, Deputy Director His Excellency Fujiwara personally named and requested, moreover it is said, it is His Excellency Fujiwara's superiors all recognizing Nohara Hiroshi, then exceptionally specially naming him."
"What?!" All the blood color on Takada Toshihide's face faded in an instant, leaving only ghastly pale.
Eyes full of horror!
His Excellency Fujiwara?!
That real power figure controlling the propaganda lifeline of the entire Greater Tokyo metropolitan area?!
He actually, actually would personally name Nohara Hiroshi?! This... this is simply, an unprecedented殊 honor!
And it's even a matter recognized by His Excellency Fujiwara's superiors.
This...
Is already tantamount to shocking thunder! Completely blasting his thinking into smashed pieces!
He only then understood his own little tricks, in front of true power, were how insignificant, how ridiculous. He originally thought he was a chess player, but didn't expect he was nothing but, an inconspicuous chess piece manipulated at will by people!
Sakata Nobuhiko didn't pay attention to Takada Toshihide's shocked expression, merely continuing to speak on his own: "Takada-kun, you also need to look further. Our TV Tokyo, and even the entire Greater Tokyo metropolitan area, is experiencing an unprecedented revolution. The soaring of economy, the rise of culture, all portend a brand new era is about to arrive."
His gaze, once again cast towards Takada Toshihide, eyes carrying a trace of warning, yet full of expectations: "The Greater Tokyo metropolitan area, is the Kanto region. The Kanto region, is the Greater Tokyo metropolitan area. These two concepts, are inevitably fusing, becoming a more massive, more unified whole. And our TV Tokyo, as the most important mouthpiece of this region, is also destined to merge into one, becoming a, brand new, 'Greater Tokyo Faction'."
"If we continue to indulge in internal factional struggles, continuously mutually rolling over each other, unable to complete the propaganda and cultural leading status of the Greater Tokyo metropolitan area, being surpassed by other regions, and even other countries. At that time, the government will definitely hold us accountable. Do you understand?"
These words were like a heavy hammer, viciously striking upon Takada Toshihide's heart!
On his ghastly pale face, written full of shame and... fear.
He only then understood, the "big picture" Sakata Nobuhiko spoke of, what exactly is it. That is not a simple factional fusion, but a grand layout concerning the future destiny of the entire TV Tokyo, and even the entire Nippon!
The current Nohara Hiroshi actually has already reached such a height...
Making him Takada Toshihide also feel fear!
That's right.
It's precisely fear.
Exactly because he Takada Toshihide knows how cold and ruthless, unkind and indifferent those white-haired old geezers, those existences occupying high positions, truly are, therefore he would be fearful.
If he himself truly hindered the layout of those old geezers.
Then he himself...
It's estimated will be thoroughly crushed to death on the spot!
"Bureau Chief... I... I understand." Takada Toshihide's voice, carrying a trace of trembling, he lowered his head, no longer daring to meet Sakata Nobuhiko's eyes.
He was truly afraid.
Sakata Nobuhiko looking at his fearful appearance, finally surfaced a satisfying smile on his face.
He knew Takada Toshihide truly listened to it.
"Very good, Takada-kun." Sakata Nobuhiko's voice, once again became soft: "Since you understand, then in the ensuing work, you will need to cooperate more. Especially Nohara Hiroshi this young man. He is the genius of this era, is the standard-bearer highly likely to lead the trend in our Nippon's present and future of this era. His talent, his works, are all sufficient to change this world. Displaying Nippon's culture to the world!"
"So from now on between you guys, don't have that distinction of 'Tokyo Faction' and 'Kanto Faction' anymore. In the future our TV Tokyo, only has, and can only have, one 'Greater Tokyo Faction'. All resources, all talents, will all be used by him. Everyone exerting effort together, jointly initiating, the new era belonging to our TV Tokyo!"
Takada Toshihide's face was written full of complexity.
He looked at Sakata Nobuhiko, and then remembered Nohara Hiroshi's excessively young face, that heart that had long been honed rock solid by countless power struggles, at this moment yet rippled out bitter circles.
"Yes... yes, Bureau Chief." Takada Toshihide's voice, carried a trace of imperceptible hoarseness.
He lowered his head not daring to say another word.
Sakata Nobuhiko looking at Takada Toshihide's complex expression, merely smiled, in those profound eyes flashed the understanding that saw through everything.
"Takada-kun, do you feel, Nohara Hiroshi this young man, at a young age, has already achieved such accomplishments, is somewhat unbelievable?" Sakata Nobuhiko's voice, carried a trace of meaningful teasing.
Takada Toshihide violently raised his head, his face written full of shame. He knew, Sakata Nobuhiko again saw through his thoughts.
"Bureau Chief... I... I indeed have some sighs of emotion." Takada Toshihide's voice, carrying a trace of bitterness, "He is only twenty-three years old ah. The accomplishments he achieved, have already surpassed the height us older generation, struggling for half our lives, can only reach. I... I indeed am somewhat, feeling inferior."
Sakata Nobuhiko merely smiled.
"Yeah, he is only twenty-three years old." Sakata Nobuhiko merely smiled saying: "The accomplishments he achieved, are sufficient for him to rest on his laurels in this vanity fair, for at least twenty years."
"Twenty years?" Takada Toshihide's heart violently shrank, he never thought, Sakata Nobuhiko's evaluation towards Nohara Hiroshi, would actually be this high!
"Yes, twenty years." Sakata Nobuhiko's gaze cast towards that broad Tokyo Bay outside the window: "Even, if he wishes, he can live into a symbol, a legend. He can become the most dazzling star of this era."
"So, Takada-kun." Sakata Nobuhiko slowly turned his head, gaze peacefully falling on Takada Toshihide's face, in that gaze, carrying a trace of warning, yet full of expectations: "You also need to look further. Don't only stare at gains and losses before your eyes, don't only fuss over temporary glory or disgrace. You need to see the future, see the future of our TV Tokyo, see the future of our Nippon."
"Nohara Hiroshi, he is not just a genius. He, is the most precious gift, bestowed upon our TV Tokyo by this era. What we should do, is not to envy him, not to suppress him. But should, to embrace him, to cultivate him, to accomplish him. Only in this way, can our TV Tokyo, stand invincible in the torrent of this era."
All of Takada Toshihide's gloominess and arrogance, at this moment seemed to have all vanished into nothingness.
He understood what the "future" Sakata Nobuhiko spoke of exactly was.
That is not a simple power handover, but a grand layout concerning the future destiny of the entire TV Tokyo, and even the entire Nippon!
Sakata Nobuhiko had already pointed out the direction for him.
He knew the era of Nohara Hiroshi had already become unstoppable.
He knew his only choice, is to follow the trend, cooperating with Nohara Hiroshi, jointly making the cake of TV Tokyo's Production Bureau bigger.
This is the wisest decision.
He slowly lowered his head, bowing deeply towards Sakata Nobuhiko.
"Bureau Chief... I have been taught." Takada Toshihide was relieved.
From this moment on, his life trajectory will thoroughly change.
He will no longer be that number two figure of the "Tokyo Faction" indulging in factional struggles, but will become a, brand new self, striving hard for the future of the "Greater Tokyo Faction".
Sakata Nobuhiko looking at his complex expression, nodding and smiling: "Very good, Takada, you are worthy of being my disciple. It's good you can understand."
"Yes... teacher!" Upon hearing the address of 'disciple', Takada Toshihide's thoughts instantly returned to twenty or thirty years ago, when he himself was still Sakata Nobuhiko's disciple.
But Takada Toshihide didn't stay, lowering his head and bowing taking his leave, after doing so turning around and leaving the Bureau Chief's office.
Following the door opening and closing again.
Inside the office, once again left only Sakata Nobuhiko alone.
He sat in his own position, looking at the weak sunlight in winter outside the window, being blown away by a sudden cold wind, the sky gradually darkening down.
However, in this twilight about to descend, in Sakata Nobuhiko's heart, yet like a blazing fire kindled.
"Yeah, Hiroshi-kun." Sakata Nobuhiko murmured to himself, "You this brat, is truly... too awesome. Awesome to the point, even an old geezer like me, can't help but, want to willingly act as a supporting role for you."
His gaze, once again cast towards that broad Tokyo Bay outside the window, eyes profound like the vast starry sky.
On the surface of the sea, a massive oil tanker, was slowly sailing towards the distance, on the sparkling surface of the sea, drawing out a long, hopeful wake.
...
When that heavy door quietly closed behind him, isolating Sakata Nobuhiko's gaze together with the chilliness of the winter afternoon, Takada Toshihide's steps, yet were not as unhurried as just now.
He walked on that empty corridor on the seventeenth floor of the Production Bureau, every step treading extremely slowly, as if measuring the length of an era, and also like bidding farewell to a past belonging to himself.
Arriving downstairs, at the end of the corridor.
That office he had pushed open countless times, issued orders behind the door countless times, at this moment yet appeared exceptionally dead silent.
Pushing open the door Iwata Masao, Ashikaga Takashi, Asano Takata, as well as Yasui Takashi and Ito Choan, the five people were sitting in twos and threes on the sofa, either lowering heads in silence, or gazing hollowly at that Tokyo skyline shrouded by haze outside the window.
They were like a group of soldiers who had just been routed from the battlefield, still bearing the traces of gunpowder smoke on their bodies, faces written full of exhaustion and bewilderment.
This New Year they also didn't spend it happily.
Hearing the sound of opening the door, the five people subconsciously raised their heads.
When their gazes touched Takada Toshihide's slightly exhausted, yet carrying a trace of unprecedented peaceful face, a trace of imperceptible confusion flashed in their eyes.
They originally thought, Takada Toshihide would return carrying monstrous anger, would like usual, dump all responsibilities and failures, onto subordinates like them.
But at this moment, he was yet peaceful completely without a slightest ripple.
"All here." Takada Toshihide opened his mouth.
He slowly walked to behind the office desk, not sitting down immediately, merely using those profound eyes, peacefully sweeping over the five people.
And then peacefully saying:
"Bureau Chief just now, announced a decision to me. From today onwards, our TV Tokyo, will no longer have the distinction of 'Tokyo Faction' and 'Kanto Faction'."
Once these words came out the interior plunged into a dead silence.
"No distinction between Tokyo Faction and Kanto Faction anymore!?"
"Is it like this?!"
"Sure enough..."
The faces of the five people were all written full of shock, subconsciously raising heads mutually exchanging glances, eyes filled with unbelievable horror.
The factional struggle, this had already seeped into their bone marrow, even becoming a part of their laws of survival.
And now, Takada Toshihide actually personally announced, wanting to erase this factional trace that had existed for several years?!
However that shock yet didn't last too long.
After they pondered for a moment.
Their faces then surfaced a pensive understanding, as well as a kind of, helplessness deep-rooted in the bone marrow, that tacitly understood, name of "As expected".
"What? Are you guys not surprised?" Takada Toshihide looking at their excessively peaceful reaction, instead felt somewhat puzzled.
Yasui Takashi smiled bitterly, he viciously stubbed out the already extinguished cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, his voice carrying a trace of self-mockery: "Surprised? We of course aren't surprised anymore... From the sudden emergence of 'Kasou Taishou', to the box office myth of 'Seven Samurai', and then to Director Kurosawa personally admitting, he himself was nothing but 'playing second fiddle' to that brat... We, should have had mental preparation long ago."
"Yeah." Ito Choan also sighed, eyes full of complexity: "Nohara Hiroshi that young man, the talent and vision he displays, have long surpassed all our imaginations. Whether it is animations, TV dramas, or variety shows and movies, he can pluck them at will, moreover every work, can trigger massive social repercussions. He... he is truly a monster."
"We lost." Ashikaga Takashi's voice, carrying a trace of unwillingness, yet full of helplessness: "Lost thoroughly, lost completely convinced. Facing a monster like him, we... we simply don't have the thought to struggle anymore. At least in terms of the current situation, it is so."
Asano Takata also followed nodding, face written full of exhaustion: "He is like a lightning bolt cutting through the darkness, instantly illuminating our forward direction, and also letting us old geezers, see our own, narrow-mindedness and stupidity that had long been eliminated by the era."
Iwata Masao didn't speak, merely lowering his head, on that ghastly pale face, written full of complexity.
He thought of Nohara Hiroshi at the recording site of 'Kasou Taishou', that calm and indifferent composure, that confident wisdom pearl in hand.
He even more thought of that 'Samurai of the Cherry Blossom Tree' of his own that was scolded as "dog shit" by Takada Toshihide.
Comparing the two, that deeply buried inferiority and sense of powerlessness in his heart, was like a tide completely swallowing him.
Iwata Masao also had already resigned to his fate.
He... indeed wasn't Nohara Hiroshi's opponent.
Takada Toshihide looking at the five people's frank admission, that helplessness from the bone marrow, all the haze in his heart, vanished into thin air at this moment.
He slowly sat down behind the office desk, letting out a long breath, in that breath, seeming to have taken away all his stubbornness and unwillingness of this half life.
"Looks like you guys have all seen through it, this is also good, much better than the tragic result of being blinded by those meaningless factional struggles, wasting half your lives."
He paused, tone carrying a trace of self-mockery: "But speaking of which, you group of guys, are truly lacking backbone enough. Having admitted defeat so quickly? At the beginning at the recording site of 'Kasou Taishou', you were not this kind of face ah."
These words carried a bit of teasing.
Yasui Takashi smiled bitterly, he picked up the coffee cup on the desk, gently taking a sip, yet that bitterness, far inferior to the taste in his heart at this moment.
"Deputy Bureau Chief Takada, don't tease us anymore." Yasui Takashi helplessly shook his head: "At the beginning we thought, he was nothing but a lucky country bumpkin, an opportunist who could muddle through relying on one or two creative ideas. But now, he yet used one work after another, viciously slapping the faces of us 'experts'. We don't admit defeat, what else can we do? Could it be we must be like you, entirely crushed without an intact piece of skin by him, before willing to give up?"
These words also carried a bit of teasing.
But also absolute truth.
The corners of Takada Toshihide's mouth imperceptibly twitched for a moment.
He wanted to refute, yet couldn't speak a single word. Because what Yasui Takashi said wasn't wrong, he indeed was the one crushed most miserably by Nohara Hiroshi.
Right at this time, Ashikaga Takashi yet pulled out a neatly folded fax from his embrace, his face at this moment written full of complexity.
"Deputy Bureau Chief Takada, Directors." Ashikaga Takashi's voice, carrying a trace of hoarseness, yet full of helplessness: "This is fax just sent by Senior Tanaka Kenta of 'Kinema Junpo'. It's a film review regarding 'Samurai of the Cherry Blossom Tree'."
The center of Takada Toshihide's brows, imperceptibly jumped once. He knew, this fax, will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.
Ashikaga Takashi handed the fax to Takada Toshihide.
Takada Toshihide received the fax, gaze falling on those lines of text full of strength.
"'Samurai of the Cherry Blossom Tree': A tragedy ruthlessly swallowed by the torrent of the era. It isn't completely devoid of merit, if placed in last year, perhaps relying on its sophisticated production and the idol's appeal, could harvest a billion box office, if obtaining the full support of capital, even having hope to impact 1.5 billion."
"However it was born at the wrong time, its misfortune lies in competing on the same stage with 'Seven Samurai'. In front of 'Seven Samurai's majestic bearing narrative and depth pointing directly at people's hearts, all gorgeousness and fickleness, are all like withered leaves fading. No one is its opponent, also no one can compete with it."
"Director Ashikaga, no need to be depressed about this, even if Kurosawa Eiji at his peak personally arrived, facing 'Seven Samurai's era-surpassing layout, will also bow his head acknowledging allegiance, willingly conceding defeat."
"Please make persistent efforts, creating even better works."
When Takada Toshihide finished reading this fax, the interior once again plunged into dead silence.
The faces of the five people, were all written full of mixed complex flavors.
They looked at that fax, eyes having unwillingness, having helplessness, having relief, even more having heartfelt reverence originating from the bone marrow towards Nohara Hiroshi's unfathomable talent.
"Looks like, that old geezer Tanaka Kenta, did speak a fair word."
Takada Toshihide slowly put down the fax, on his face at this moment surfacing a faint exhaustion.
He leaned against the back of the chair, letting out a long breath, tone carrying a trace of self-mockery: "But speaking of which, the male and female lead arranged by that guy Sato Tokugawa, are indeed... rubbish to the extreme."
Ashikaga Takashi, Asano Takata upon hearing this, both nodded with shared feelings, faces written full of helpless bitter smiles.
They were too clear, Kamiki Shunsuke and Kitagawa Miyuki those two "idols" pushed onto the altar by capital, other than that face, and that overweeningly arrogant pride, there was nothing else.
"Sigh..." Ashikaga Takashi gave a long sigh, he thought of at the filming set, Kamiki Shunsuke's arrogant bossing people around face, thought of Kitagawa Miyuki's acting skills of only widening her eyes, all the unwillingness and anger in his heart, all turned into a helpless sigh.
"Yeah." Asano Takata also followed shaking his head, face written full of exhaustion: "They fundamentally don't understand what is called movies, what is called art. They only know, using their traffic, using their fame, to trample everyone's efforts."
Takada Toshihide looking at the four's exhaustion and helplessness, all the anger in his heart, vanished into thin air at this moment.
He knew they were innocent, they were also victims.
He cast his gaze towards that Iwata Masao who from beginning to end lowered his head, acting like a transparent person.
"Iwata." Takada Toshihide's voice carried a trace of unprecedented softness: "You have worked hard."
Iwata Masao slightly blanked, he subconsciously raised his head. He never thought Takada Toshihide, would actually speak such gentle words to him.
"This... this can't all be blamed on me ah!" Iwata Masao's voice, carrying a trace of trembling, yet full of grievance: "It's... it's that guy Kamiki Shunsuke! He... he fundamentally doesn't listen to instructions! He..."
"I know." Takada Toshihide waved his hand, interrupting his defense, eyes flashing a trace of understanding: "This movie, was indeed filmed okay. Although not comparable to 'Seven Samurai', but among the movies premiering concurrently, it is considered above standard. You did very well, Iwata."
Iwata Masao blankly stood at his original spot, all expressions on his face solidifying in an instant.
He didn't know why Takada Toshihide said such words to him.
"Deputy Bureau Chief Takada, you... what is this?" Ashikaga Takashi also couldn't help opening his mouth, face written full of confusion.
Takada Toshihide merely smiled, he slowly stood up, walking to the window, gaze peacefully casting out towards that broad Tokyo Bay outside the window.
"I understand." Takada Toshihide's voice, carrying a trace of relief, yet full of strength: "I understand the Bureau Chief's intention. I understand... the road our TV Tokyo, and even the entire Nippon, will walk in the future."
He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the five people, eyes carrying a trace of warning, yet full of expectations.
"Iwata, your talent, exists. Especially in terms of animation production, your vision, your creative ideas, are all top-tier. If not for encountering Nohara Hiroshi that monster, I originally intended, to promote you to a Level 2 director."
Once these words came out, Iwata Masao's face instantly flushed entirely red.
He looked at Takada Toshihide, his eyes written full of unbelievable horror, as well as a kind of, deep bone-marrow emotion.
He never thought Takada Toshihide would actually affirm him like this.
He never thought, that talent of his ignored by everyone, would actually be so highly regarded by Takada Toshihide.
"Yeah." Yasui Takashi also sighed, he looked at Iwata Masao, a bitter smile surfacing on his face: "Iwata in terms of animation production, indeed has some skills. Back then that 'Yamishibai' project, if not for Nohara Hiroshi that monster, I'm afraid it would have long been done impressively by Iwata."
"That's right." Ito Choan also nodded, he looked at Iwata Masao, eyes full of complexity: "Us four, weren't we also beaten miserably solely because of encountering Nohara Hiroshi that monster? Iwata, you don't need to feel embarrassed, you merely were born at the wrong time."
Ashikaga Takashi and Asano Takata also followed nodding, their faces written full of helplessness.
They knew, Iwata Masao, was indeed an undiscovered gem overshadowed by Nohara Hiroshi's talent.
Iwata Masao's eye sockets instantly turned red.
He looked at Takada Toshihide, looked at Yasui Takashi, looked at Ito Choan, looked at Ashikaga Takashi, looked at Asano Takata, that understanding and affirmation from his colleagues, like a warm current, instantly flowing through that heart of his that had long been eroded by inferiority and the sense of powerlessness.
He knew, he was understood.
He was recognized.
"So, Iwata." Takada Toshihide's voice sounded again: "From today onwards, you return to the Animation Section, continuing your animation production. I'll give you maximum authority, maximum support. I only hope you remember, your talent, shouldn't be buried. Your dream, shouldn't be given up."
"Yes... yes, Deputy Bureau Chief!" Iwata Masao's voice carried a trace of trembling, he bowed deeply towards Takada Toshihide, that posture humble like a child who had just gained a new lease on life.
"Very good." Takada Toshihide satisfyingly nodded, he once again swept his gaze across the five people, his tone also becoming earnest and well-meaning: "You guys also need to look further. Nohara Hiroshi that young man, the talent and vision he displays, are sufficient to change this world. What we should do, is not to envy him, not to suppress him. But should be, to learn from him, to embrace him, to accomplish him."
"I even believe, later having opportunities, we will also cooperate with Nohara Hiroshi. Whatever you don't understand, you can all go ask him. He will help you guys."
Once these words came out the faces of the five people were all written full of shock.
They never thought Takada Toshihide, would actually encourage them to go learn from that former "enemy".
"Deputy Bureau Chief Takada, you... what is this?" Yasui Takashi's voice, carrying a trace of trembling, he looked at Takada Toshihide, eyes full of confusion and incomprehension.
"Are our Tokyo Faction and Kanto Faction, truly going to end just like this?" Ito Choan also couldn't help opening his mouth to inquire.
Although it is true, but right now everything seems fake!
"Yeah, truly about to end." Takada Toshihide let out a long sigh, he walked to the window, his gaze peacefully casting out towards that broad Tokyo Bay.
"Factional struggles, are the products of history." Takada Toshihide's voice, carrying a trace of desolation, yet containing a kind of thoroughly cleansed relief inside: "Before acquiring Kanto TV, our TV Tokyo, fundamentally didn't have any so-called 'Tokyo Faction'. Only these past few years, with the intensification of competition, this kind of factional struggle gradually formed."
He paused, his tone also becoming heavy: "The Bureau Chief he has already seen through all this. He hopes our TV Tokyo, can let go of all internal friction, all prejudices, all selfishness. He hopes we, can use a brand new posture, a unified 'Greater Tokyo Faction's posture, to welcome a brand new era."
"He hopes we, can invest all our energy, into the creation of works, into the cultivation of talents, into the future of our TV Tokyo. He hopes we can jointly initiate, the new era belonging to our TV Tokyo!"
These words were like a shocking thunder, viciously striking upon the heart of everyone present!
They only then understood, the "big picture" Sakata Nobuhiko spoke of, what was it exactly.
Not simple factional fusion, but a grand layout concerning the future destiny of the entire TV Tokyo, and even the entire Nippon!
They only then understood, the reason Takada Toshihide would make such a huge transformation, wasn't because of being completely conquered by Nohara Hiroshi's talent, but was being completely shocked by Sakata Nobuhiko's profound and far-sighted layout, as well as that unquestionable authority!
They looked at Takada Toshihide's peaceful face, those hearts that were already full of exhaustion and helplessness, at this moment rippled out complex circles.
They knew an era had ended.
And a brand new era, an era belonging to Nohara Hiroshi, is about to, violently descend!
The five people exchanged glances.
All seeing a trace of sigh in each other's eyes.
They slowly stood up, bowing deeply towards Takada Toshihide.
"We understand, Deputy Bureau Chief Takada."
Their voices carried a trace of hoarseness, yet full of strength.
"Very good, in the future... also please everyone put in more effort!" Takada Toshihide looking at the five people's frank admission and relief, finally surfaced a faint smile on his face.
If Nohara Hiroshi truly has unparalleled talent, making the cake of TV Tokyo bigger and bigger.
Then at that time shouldn't they.
Also be able to enjoy the sweetness of the cake?
"It's exactly like this." Takada Toshihide at this time leaning against the back of the chair, also couldn't help but be somewhat helpless: "But why would that unpolished jade at that time, be picked up by that guy Asumi? Truly... too unfair!"
But speaking and speaking, Takada Toshihide himself also couldn't help but reveal a helpless smile, long exhaling a breath of stifled air, his mentality also adjusting well enough.
PS: Blew the air conditioner yesterday today my head is dizzy, there should still be one more update, two updates today, sleeping early, updating more tomorrow to make up for it! Giving my thanks here!
(End of Chapter)