Parallel world Manga Artist-Chapter 269: Data

In the early morning, Miyu lay in her bed scrolling through the Demon Slayer film discussion threads.

The work had nothing directly to do with her. She read it anyway, and the smile on her face arrived without her consciously deciding to produce it.

A knock at the door.

"Are you dressed? We are about to leave," Misaki called from the hallway.

"Coming!"

Miyu hurried into the outfit she had selected the previous evening. A white and green floral maxi dress. The high heels she reserved for occasions that warranted them. The braided hairstyle that Misaki had spent considerable effort helping her put together earlier that morning.

She checked the mirror.

Bright. Put-together. Her expression carried the specific confidence of someone who is pleased with what they see and not bothered about admitting it.

"Perfect."

When she stepped out of her room, Misaki gave her a look that lasted slightly longer than a glance.

"You only dress with this level of care when you are going out with Rei. On ordinary days at school you dress as plainly as possible." A small sound of amusement. "Hehe."

"Is my dear sister jealous? Why would I dress beautifully for school? To generate envy from other girls, or to collect a few more love letters from boys I have no interest in?" Miyu laughed.

She was not in high school anymore. During those years, her mother's inheritance had been managed by Misaki, and that arrangement had created a certain weight in how she navigated conversations with her sister.

Now she was in university, a mangaka with a stable annual income, and the financial independence that came with adulthood had arrived when Misaki formally handed her share over to her. The weight had lifted.

"Look at how pleased with yourself you are. Your manuscripts are finished? This week's submission must meet the deadline," Misaki said, her tone entirely level.

"I was wrong, dear sister. My tone was inappropriate just now. Please, you must tell the editorial department we need an extension. More than three days." Miyu recognised the moment to yield and produced the appropriate apologetic expression immediately. "Is it so terrible to dress up nicely during the summer break?"

"You..." Misaki shook her head. A moment passed. A quiet laugh.

"Fair enough. You are not Rei. Rei gives his entire self to anime and manga, and that devotion is what makes him what he is in this industry. Even if you devoted yourself at that level, it would be difficult to match him. It is not a bad thing to give your mind something else to rest on occasionally."

She paused.

"That boy is, without question, a blockhead."

Miyu's expression did not change. She knew precisely what her sister meant by the word. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She and Rei had known each other since their first year of high school. They were about to enter their fourth year of university. They exchanged messages through the app almost every day and met in person weekly.

On average she initiated an outing with him every two to three weeks, a meal or something else, and every three months she would pull him to a manga convention in the Tokyo area. Rei, living alone with no family in the city, had spent New Year's at her home two years running.

And when they met, the subjects Rei discussed most readily were still his manga, Demon Slayer, and Miyu's work.

As his editor, Misaki had professional reasons to see him weekly. Her younger sister had been maintaining contact at this intensity since entering university with no professional obligation requiring it. Misaki had had eyes long enough to understand what she was looking at.

"Do not worry," Miyu said, with a light laugh.

"Still not worried? What if that boy one day decides he no longer wants to stay single? With everything he has going for him, if you keep moving at this pace, someone else will make a move before you do," Misaki said, with the directness of someone who had earned the right to it.

"You should attend to your own marital situation before advising on mine," Miyu replied.

"Besides. Rei is a blockhead. He is not stupid and he is certainly not a bad person." She smiled. "If he genuinely saw me as nothing more than a colleague and a contact in the manga industry, he would have started keeping his distance long ago.

He comes out every time I ask. He does not avoid the situation or try to introduce a clear professional boundary between us. He is not unaware that I am his closest male friend among his friends.

He knows that if I were with someone, that person would almost certainly have thoughts about the amount of contact between us. The fact that he does not pull back from any of this tells you his actual position."

"And the promotional event for Demon Slayer today. Why did he invite me specifically to participate alongside him?"

"On the surface, it is a joint promotion within the magazine between Demon Slayer and Touch of Glass. In reality, he does not need the exposure that a joint promotion with Touch of Glass provides. In the entire country, the only work genuinely comparable in audience weight to Demon Slayer is his currently on-hiatus Hunter x Hunter.

He is pulling me along deliberately. He is giving Touch of Glass an opportunity to find new readers by attaching it to Demon Slayer's current momentum. He is letting me benefit from his coattails."

Misaki was quiet for a moment. She did not pursue the subject further.

As long as her sister understood the situation clearly, that was sufficient. And she had grown. A few years ago, Miyu would have bristled at the idea of accepting this kind of help, would have held onto a pride that insisted on standing on her own merits or not at all. That was not where she was now.

After years working in the manga industry, Miyu understood where the ceiling of her own talent sat. She had found the edges of it carefully and honestly. Since she knew what they were, there was no point in pretending they did not exist, and no point in refusing help that arrived in good faith from someone who gave it without making her feel the imbalance.

As for Rei, the distance between where she was and where he was in the industry would almost certainly only grow wider. She had made her peace with this.

Misaki thought about Rei's schedule and felt the familiar mild headache that accompanied the subject. Years of sustained high-intensity output: Hikaru no Go, Hunter x Hunter, One-Punch Man, Arcane, and now Demon Slayer and its theatrical release simultaneously. Press conferences, fan events, promotional obligations across multiple ongoing projects. There genuinely was no room in that schedule for anything that was not the work.

"Alright. Let us go. Rei is waiting for us to pick him up," Misaki said.

That afternoon, the joint promotional event for the Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba anime and the Touch of Glass anime, organised by Hoshimori Group and Illumination Animation, began officially.

As the creator of Demon Slayer, Rei handled a sustained sequence of reporter questions at the event, including the various fan theories about the story's direction following the Mugen Train arc. During a theatrical run, the creator's media presence was part of the promotional infrastructure. He was present accordingly.

The circumstances of Touch of Glass's inclusion had arrived naturally. Its rankings within Dream Comic were at a critical point, pushing toward fifth position in the weekly standings. Rei had mentioned the joint promotion possibility to Miyu in passing, she had not objected, and the Hoshimori Group executives had required very little persuasion.

Another Dream Comic title riding the wave of Demon Slayer's current dominance was straightforwardly beneficial to the journal. The original promotional event had expanded into a joint event within a very short period.

Content from the event reached the trending lists on major platforms by Sunday evening.

That night, the third-day box office figure for Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba was released.

303 million yen.

Industry professionals had run the projections. They had seen the Saturday number and understood the direction. Seeing the actual result still produced a specific quality of silence.

Three days. Opening weekend total exceeding 700 million yen.

Was there any remaining suspense about which film would take the summer season?

The question that now occupied the serious analysts was not the weekend number but the weekday number. The opening weekend audience was heavily weighted toward the most committed fans, students on summer break, and viewers who had been following the series' television run for months.

Weekday audiences were a different composition. If Demon Slayer's daily box office dropped sharply once Monday arrived, the final total would still be strong but would represent a ceiling typical of a highly engaged niche audience rather than broad market penetration.

If the weekday numbers held, the implications were different.

The highest-grossing film in Japan that year was Song of Time, a fantasy comedy from the spring holiday season, with a domestic total of 3.7 billion yen and a global total of 4.3 billion. A strong domestic performance that had not translated significantly to international markets.

The highest-grossing foreign import in Japan that year had cleared only 930 million yen domestically. The gap between Eastern and Western theatrical markets had produced a situation where each tended to perform poorly in the other's territory regardless of the film's quality in its home market.

Demon Slayer did not sit within this dynamic.

Demon Slayer was not a film that required a general audience to cross a cultural gap in order to engage with it. Anime was anime. The medium's international fan community did not divide itself along the same lines that separated general film audiences in different countries.

And Demon Slayer had built an international following through its television broadcast run across dozens of markets over the preceding months.

If the domestic weekday numbers held, and the international release in two weeks performed in line with what the overseas television viewership suggested was possible, a group of Japanese film industry professionals found themselves doing arithmetic that produced numbers they were not comfortable looking at directly.

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