Anno Akito looked at Kazuma suspiciously: "How to change?"
He made a gesture with the horse in front of his chest and made a gesture.
Anno Akito: "Does it need to be bigger? Ours is already very big. The largest mannequin I have ever drawn in art class is only at this level. It will affect the overall coordination."
Okada Koji added with a serious expression: "And it will droop."
"Don't let reality limit your imagination!" Kazuma showed his momentum, specifically he raised his voice, "Don't be bound by gravity to your soul! Animation should be more illusory! Big and not bound by gravity The ** is worth pursuing just because it cannot exist in reality!"
Anno Akito: "Why do you feel so excited, Mr. Kiryu? Don't you think your apprentices are not plump enough?"
"No, I think they are already very good. If they are more plump, there will be side effects. This is the limitation of real people." He Ma sighed, "Humans have limits, and they can be more plump without plastic surgery. If it is, it will definitely be accompanied by problems such as a small stomach."
After a pause with Ma, I raised the volume again: "But animation, there is no limit! We can pursue perfection!"
As he said that, Hema picked up the pen and directly modified the concept painting given by Okada Koji.
"The waist should be thinner! The contrast with the upper and lower circumference should be greater! Even if it becomes an hourglass shape, it doesn't matter!"
Akito Anno looked at the "hourglass" drawn by Kazuma, and said to himself: "It looks like an American cartoon style. Is this exaggerated expression really going to be used in our Japanese animation?"
He Ma retorted: "What are you worried about? Lupine III also refers to the style of American cartoons, and Astro Boy with the iron arm. Do you think Dr. Tea's nose will exist in reality?"
Akito Anno and Koji Okada laughed together.
Dr. Tea, the nose of a Japanese.
Akito Anno patted the table: "Okay! Teacher Kiryu is right! When I get back, I will tell Sadamoto to change it in the direction of the man's dream lover, exaggerate it!"
Kazuma was very satisfied, but he reminded Akino Anno: "What kind of man's dream lover, this term is too clichéd, it's called Anima."
"Freud and Jung, yes." Okada Koji nodded.
This person who deserves to be the founding father of hardcore otaku, who defined the original teaching of otaku, has a lot of knowledge.
Akito Anno continued: "However, this character design has been changed... I feel that it can't be reflected in our current script, because the heroines all have to wear kimonos, and kimonos don't show their figure..."
"You need to wear combat uniforms when fighting. The combat uniforms can be tighter. Don't stick to those rules. Anyway, the background is in modern times. I told you before that you can do some science fiction, such as using prosthetic bodies to strengthen yourself. The samurai is very impressive!"
He was chatting with Ma Zheng, and suddenly found that Akito Anno and Koji Okada were frowning. At this time, he realized that William Gibson did not write "Neural Wanderer" in 1986, and then there was the science fiction of cyberpunk. Classification.
This novel immediately triggered a wave in Japan, giving birth to a number of cyberpunk works including the comic "Ghost in the Shell". Then these Japanese cyberpunk comics, in turn, influenced the entire cyberpunk sci-fi.
That's why there are only so many Japanese in cyberpunk works.
Interestingly, there are a large number of Chinese characters in Japanese, which makes Chinese characters an indispensable element of cyberpunk.
Reminiscent of China becoming the most cyberpunk country in the world, even the game producer of "Cyberpunk 2077" came to China to lament that "reality exceeds our wildest imagination", which is a kind of predestined feeling .
But now in 1981, there are no Neuromaids, and of course there is no "Ghost in the Shell".
Even "Blade Runner", a film that has a blood relationship with cyberpunk and laid the visual tone of cyberpunk works, will not be born for a year.
The original novel of "Blade Runner" "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep" is still a "street book" that few people know, and its author Philip Dick is still in poverty. He would die in depression before the movie was released, and he couldn't wait for the day when he would be named a master of science fiction by the world.
Therefore, the word prosthetic body that He Ma just blurted out naturally, even hard-core sci-fi fans with rich knowledge such as Anno Akito and Okada Koji, do not understand at all.
Licking his lips with the horse, he realized that this time he was a butterfly flapping its wings again.
However, this fan has been fanned out, so I just don't do anything.
So he took a deep breath, and then solemnly said to the two people: "I once saw such a future world in my sleep. In this world, people replace their bodies with machines, and the boundary between humans and machines becomes blurred. It's always raining, the sky is always gray due to environmental pollution, and everywhere you can see is full of grotesque neon lights.
"Behind the glamorous appearance is a cold and ugly reality. Robots have eliminated human labor, countless people are impoverished, and unemployment and crime rates remain high. But in the same world, technological innovation has brought about a skyrocketing Opportunities for everyone to daydream all the time.
"And I am a dreamer."
Talking with the horse, the whole person became cyberpunk, and he was still thinking about the PV promotional song of "Cyberpunk 2077" that he would never have the chance to play again. In short, there is only one word: awesome!
I don’t know if it’s because of his Venus entry, Okada Koji, Anno Akito, and a soy-sauce-making Amao were fascinated when they listened to it.
**
Also fascinated, there is Tamamo Jinguji who opened the sliding door a crack in the corridor.
She was fascinated by listening to Kazuma's story until Chiyoko stabbed her waist.
"What are you doing?" Chiyoko asked in a voice as thin as a mosquito, "I'm fascinated by my brother? You can't, my brother is not particularly handsome."
"No, I'm listening to a story." Jinguji Tamamo said as she moved her hands again and continued to dry her long hair—she stopped moving with the towel just now, as if petrified.
Chiyoko moved to the edge of the slit-open sliding door with a puzzled face, and listened with her ear pressed to the door, but all she heard were "GHOST", "Do androids dream of electronic sheep", "Mechanical swordsman and virtual Anchor's Love" Barabara's.
Chiyoko looked puzzled and couldn't understand at all.
It's not completely incomprehensible. Chiyoko can still understand Okada Koji, Anno Akito, and Amao's "cool" and "great".
But she doesn't understand where these cool things are.
She looked at Jinguji suspiciously: "You just look at my brother fascinated, right?"
Jinguji smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the entrance: "I'm going out for a walk."
"Now? It's quite cold outside, your hair is not dry yet, be careful of catching a cold." Chiyoko said worriedly.
"Don't worry, I'm in good health and won't catch a cold."
Jinguji waved his hand.
Chiyoko watched her change shoes at the entrance, shrugged, closed the sliding door, turned and walked towards the bathhouse.
"Honami, are you done washing? I brought you dry towels," she said.
**
Jinguji Tamamo went out, put the towel to wipe her hair on her neck, and stretched.
The moon star was sparse, and the moonlight fell on Jinguji's long hair, which was still somewhat wet and coated with a layer of silver light.
From a distance, the silver hair is like snow.
Jinguji started humming "Travel Song" softly, and walked around the courtyard along the courtyard wall while humming.
Suddenly, across the courtyard wall, Jinguji saw a black cat standing on the other side of the road, on the courtyard wall of a neighbor who had moved away for a long time.
The black cat's golden pupils stared straight at Jinguji.
Jinguji smiled at the cat, then continued humming and walked forward.
The black cat meowed, jumped off the courtyard wall, and disappeared into the night.
The old cherry trees in the yard swayed slightly as the breeze blew, and the petals of the cherry blossoms on the ground had already accumulated a thick layer.
Jinguji Tamamo sang the passing song, opened the petals of the cherry blossoms, and walked slowly.
In the distance, an unknown bird sings lonely.
Nothing tonight.