Miyata Shunka's white eyebrows slowly hardened.

There seemed to be glistening tears in her eyes.

I couldn't help but murmur to myself, "I haven't heard such a pure voice in so long..."

Miyata Shun suddenly remembered when he was six years old.

My mother was unexpectedly diagnosed with tuberculosis.

Because of poverty and constant hunger, Miyata Shun immersed himself in painting day and night to relieve his sorrow.

An extra chance.

Miyata Shun, who hadn't had a proper meal in a long time, was surprised to taste freshly caught fish slices.

Fresh sashimi is dipped in soy sauce and wasabi paste.

Just one bite was enough to leave an unforgettable impression on young Miyata Shun.

The singer in the picture is dressed in a strange fox-masked costume.

Every note of their singing.

It's like that delicious and precious sashimi.

It allowed Miyata Shun to rediscover a long-lost sense of happiness.

"A short journey, but with frequent stops and starts."

"There's also a considerable distance between us now."

“…”

"Seeing you again"

In the cool morning light

"She's smiling so sweetly..."

A captivating singing voice.

The sound echoed through the small speaker on the table in this painting studio in the suburbs of Dongdu.

Although I couldn't understand the complete lyrics.

But through subtitles.

Miyata Shun roughly understood the meaning that the song was trying to convey.

Between the eyebrows.

A look of emotion slowly crept onto his aged face.

As a cartoonist.

Shun Miyata has always been incredibly creative and imaginative.

The absurd scene of this fox singer performing before my eyes.

There's also this song that evokes a lot of thoughts, and even makes it hard to tell if it's a male or female voice.

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Miyata Shun.

This reminded him of an animated work he was currently preparing to create.

Because I haven't figured out the female lead's character design yet, I'm stuck there.

I haven't started writing yet.

This song brought back a strange set of memories for him.

This made Miyata Shun decide at that moment.

The female protagonist of this new anime.

Why not use my mother, who suffered from illness when I was young, as the model?

Tell a story about the wind...

"Now that I've walked through this world..."

"Lingering in utter contemplation"

"Turning the pages of time, revealing different facets"

"Your smile appeared out of nowhere..."

In the quiet art studio.

Besides Bei Xuan's deeply moving singing.

All that remained was the sound of a slightly shaking fan.

And a few hand-drawn sketches rustling on a nearby table in the gentle breeze.

Outside the window.

It is the peak season for sunflowers to bloom at Narita Dream Ranch in Tokyo.

The entire sunflower field fell asleep at night.

Under the soothing glow of the streetlights, the golden flower buds droop slightly, like shy maidens waiting to be awakened by the radiant morning sun.

This is why Shun Miyata chose this location for his studio.

It is precisely because of these dreamlike sunflowers that bloom every July and August.

Miyata Shun, who experienced war from a young age, has a pure and simple nature.

What I hate most is war and gunpowder.

Therefore, almost every work of his pursues love and peace.

I hope to showcase the beautiful side of humanity through my work.

With a warm and healing art style and touching stories, she expresses her anti-war sentiments.

These flowers symbolize light and hope.

It can bring him peace and tranquility in his spare time.

Lost in thought.

The enchanting singing voice, like sweet autumn dew, drifted out the window on a gentle breeze.

They blend seamlessly into the sleeping sunflower fields under the bright moonlight.

My mother, who passed away many years ago, has a beautiful image of her wearing a sun hat when she was young.

It seemed to appear before Miyata Shun along with this sea of ​​flowers.

This made him reminisce about his childhood.

He recalled a beautiful and touching love story that his mother had told him.

My long-dormant creative desires reignited.

The hidden story of another world unfolded slowly in his heart like a scroll painting.

Inspiration, like a gushing spring, flows uncontrollably down the mountain stream...

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