Chapter 233: Receiving Orders! Supporting Kanto TV! The Expectations of Takada Toshihide and Asumi! |
As the black Toyota Crown slowly pulled into TV Tokyo's underground parking garage, the 2:00 PM sunlight filtered through the skylight, casting diamond-shaped patterns on the smooth concrete floor.
Just as Nohara Hiroshi pushed the car door open, parking attendant Sato jogged over with a rag in hand, a respectful smile plastered on his face, momentarily abandoning his work. "Department Manager Nohara! You're finally back! While you've been in Kumamoto these past two weeks, your colleagues in the Production Bureau have been asking me every day, 'When is the Manager returning?'!"
Hiroshi nodded, gently twirling his car keys around his finger. "I've made everyone worry. Is Bureau Chief Sakata in the station today?"
"Yes, yes, he is!"
Sato obliged with frantic nods, eagerly pulling the car door fully open for him. His eyes fell on the "Kumamon IP Development Manual" left on the passenger seat, and his tone brimmed with admiration. "Your trip to Kumamoto really brought glory to our Tokyo Station! I heard on the news yesterday that Governor Muto specifically mentioned you during a Prefectural Office meeting, calling you the 'cultural bridge between Kumamoto and Tokyo'! Even several newspapers published articles about your creation of Kumamon in Kumamoto Prefecture to promote them!"
Hiroshi merely smiled without responding, heading down the parking garage aisle toward the elevators.
Along the way, he encountered numerous staff members carrying documents—acquaintances from the Production Bureau and newcomers from other departments alike.
Regardless of whether they knew him personally, upon seeing him, they immediately stopped, bowed, and greeted him loudly.
"Good afternoon, Department Manager Nohara!"
The greetings rose and fell, the very air seeming to carry an undertone of cautious respect.
"Mhm." He nodded in acknowledgment to each of them without breaking his stride.
Having been at TV Tokyo for two years, rising from a Level 3 Director to exceptionally heading his own Independent Production Department, from Yamishibai to Seven Samurai, he had long grown accustomed to this level of attention.
However, compared to this superficial deference, he was far more concerned about the state of his team in the Production Bureau.
After all, today was Sunday, a designated rest day. Yet, when he paged Kitagawa Yao before arriving, the young woman had informed him, "Everyone is in the department pushing through the schedule; no one is willing to go home."
The elevator doors chimed open, revealing two young directors from the Variety Department. At the sight of Hiroshi, they immediately stepped to the sides, offering respectful greetings.
"Ah! It's Department Manager Nohara!"
"Mhm."
Hiroshi responded with a smile, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the button for the 12th floor. The Nohara Special Production Department occupied the entire floor, specifically allocated by Sakata Nobuhiko, who stated, "We must provide talented individuals with ample space."
As the elevator ascended, one of the directors couldn't help but whisper, "Manager, I took my parents to see Seven Samurai last week. My dad said it's a true samurai film, even more to his taste than Director Akira Kurosawa's!"
The other director quickly added, "My girlfriend cried for half an hour after watching it. She said Kanbei's death in battle was too heartbreaking, and she asked when you're planning to direct another movie!"
Noting their expectant gazes, Hiroshi replied gently, "I don't have any immediate plans for a movie. However, the fourth season of Tales of the Unusual will feature several standalone episodes with samurai themes. If you're interested, you can ask Yamamoto Takeshi for the scripts later."
"Really? That's fantastic!" The eyes of the two directors lit up, and their bows deepened significantly.
When the elevator doors opened again, faint discussions could already be heard echoing down the 12th-floor corridor.
Just as Hiroshi stepped out, he saw Kitagawa Yao dashing out of the office clutching a stack of documents. Her light gray business suit accentuated her competence. Spotting Hiroshi, she nearly dropped the files, exclaiming in pleasant surprise, "Manager! Why are you back? Weren't you supposed to arrive tomorrow? I haven't even had time to tell everyone..."
"I concluded my itinerary early and thought I'd come take a look." Hiroshi's gaze swept over the open-plan office space.
Dozens of desks were fully occupied. Some staff were debating over storyboard drafts, others were typing away at computers. A few members of the animation team were huddled around drafting tables, sketching with colored pens. Even in the pantry, someone was holding a coffee while revising a script. The place was bustling, lively as a weekday morning.
"The Manager is back!" someone shouted, and the office instantly fell silent. Everyone looked up, expressions of surprise and joy blossoming on their faces upon seeing Hiroshi, and they abandoned their tasks to surround him.
"Manager, you're finally back! The script for the final episode of Yamishibai Season 5 has been revised three times, but I keep feeling it's missing something. I was waiting for you to return and make the final call!" Kobayashi, a young artist from the animation team, squeezed forward with his drafts, his tone laced with urgency.
"Manager, the viewership ratings for the final two episodes of Midnight Diner are out—20.2%! Number one in the sub-prime time slot! Editor Tadokoro just called; Shueisha wants to strike while the iron is hot and release a spin-off manga!" Sato, handling publicity, held a report, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.
Smiling, Hiroshi raised a hand in a downward motion, gesturing for everyone to return to their seats. "I appreciate everyone's enthusiasm, but please focus on your work for now. Kitagawa, ask the four Section Chiefs to come to the meeting room. We'll hold a meeting in ten minutes. Also, bring the progress reports from each department."
"Yes, Manager!" Kitagawa Yao immediately turned on her heels, her high heels clicking as she strode swiftly toward the various offices.
Hiroshi walked over to his own office door but didn't enter immediately. Instead, he stood in the hallway, observing the scene in the office area.
Hashishita Ichiro was crouched by the animation team's drafting table, holding a pencil and frowning deeply as he revised a storyboard.
Yamamoto Takeshi sat amidst the TV drama team, script in hand, discussing with several screenwriters and occasionally circling passing with a red pen.
Tanaka Kei was in the corner of the variety show team, repeatedly playing clips of Kasou Taishou on an old VCR, muttering to himself.
Ito Kenji was the most relaxed, leaning back in his chair drinking coffee, holding a still from Midnight Diner, seemingly contemplating something.
This was his team—a group of people endearingly meticulous in their respective fields.
...
Ten minutes later, the projector in the meeting room was fully lit.
Kitagawa Yao distributed the progress reports from each department to the four men, then seated herself in a corner chair, opening her notebook to take minutes.
Hashishita Ichiro spoke first, spreading his animation storyboards on the table, his tone carrying a hint of pride. "Manager, Yamishibai Season 5 has reached its final two episodes. We finished voice recording yesterday and are currently in post-production. But the average viewership rating for Season 5 is 11.8%, a significant increase from the 10.5% in Season 4. Viewer letters have also increased by 30%, with many saying they want more 'urban legend' stories. We plan to broadcast Season 6 in July, with a target rating of 13%. We currently have five scripts stocked up, all high-quality stories we previously selected."
Hiroshi picked up the storyboards and flipped through them, his finger pausing on one page.
It was a story about a "vending machine" that dispensed cans labeled with "wishes" late at night, but extracted something from the person after fulfilling the wish.
He looked up at Hashishita Ichiro. "The concept of this story is good, but the ending is a bit too straightforward. Have the screenwriter revise it, making the process of 'taking something away' more ambiguous. For example, leaving only an empty can printed with 'Goods Received' at the end. That creates more suspense and aligns better with Yamishibai's style. Additionally, for Season 6, we can incorporate some 'viewer submitted' stories. Leave an address for submissions at the end of the episodes. It increases interactivity and allows us to source quality material while lowering script costs."
Hashishita Ichiro's eyes lit up, and he immediately pulled out a pen to jot it down in his notebook. "You're absolutely right! Why didn't I think of that? I'll have the screenwriter change the ending right away and coordinate with the publicity team regarding submissions. We'll aim to send out the call for submissions next week."
Next was Yamamoto Takeshi, who adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his tone steady. "Tales of the Unusual Season 4 is currently airing its eighth episode, with an average rating of 16%. The highest-rated episode, concerning a 'time loop,' reached 17.3%. However, we've received some feedback recently suggesting some of the standalone stories are too 'dark,' and viewers hope for more heartwarming themes. We plan to add two heartwarming stories to the remaining four episodes. One is about an 'old postman' helping an elderly man deliver a letter before retiring; the other is about a 'secondhand bookstore' owner resolving customer misunderstandings through old books. The scripts are finished, and we are currently coordinating schedules with actors."
Hiroshi nodded, tapping his finger lightly on the report. "Heartwarming themes can be added, but we can't lose the 'unusual' aspect of Tales of the Unusual. For instance, the 'old postman' story needs a twist at the end—the elderly man has actually passed away, and the letter the postman is delivering is one he wrote to himself in the future when he was young. This provides both warmth and twilight zone elements. Also, when casting, prioritize actors who project a sense of 'lived-in reality.' For example, Sato Takeru, who played the 'Pork Cutlet Uncle' in Midnight Diner. His acting is very grounded, perfectly suited for this type of role."
Yamamoto Takeshi promptly agreed. "Understood! I'll inform the casting team right away, instructing them to prioritize contacting Sato Takeru. The twist in the script will be added by the writers. We'll aim to start shooting next week."
Then it was Ito Kenji's turn. He pushed the Midnight Diner viewership report toward Hiroshi, a relaxed smile on his face. "Manager, Midnight Diner Season 1 has concluded. The final episode's rating was 20.2%, placing first in the sub-prime time slot, and surpassing the concurrently airing Yesterday's Cherry Blossoms by 3 percentage points. Director Matsumoto Keiko called me yesterday, stating she watched the final 'Cat Rice' episode and cried continuously. She also asked when we're filming Season 2. Additionally, Shueisha wants to adapt the TV drama scripts of Midnight Diner into a manga, including some unbroadcast mini-stories, to be published next month. They're asking for our approval."
Hiroshi picked up the report, a smile creeping onto his lips. "We can begin prepping for Season 2, but there's no rush to shoot. Let the audience's fervor settle a bit; premiering next spring would be ideal. We can approve Shueisha's manga, but it must bear the label 'Supervised by Nohara Hiroshi.' Also, instruct them to include details of the 'diner menu' in the manga, like the recipe for 'Cat Rice' and the ingredients for 'Ochazuke.' It adds practicality and drives merchandise sales. Oh, and has there been any feedback from Owner Mizukami Sho? He previously mentioned wanting to incorporate some of the show's dishes into his menu."
"Yes!"
Ito Kenji nodded vigorously. "Owner Mizukami says that since the show aired, sales of 'Cat Rice' and 'Ochazuke' have tripled! He plans to remodel next month to recreate the show's setting and even wants to invite us to the ribbon-cutting ceremony!"
"I'll be there," Hiroshi agreed with a nod, then looked at Tanaka Kei.
Holding the broadcast records for Kasou Taishou, Tanaka Kei spoke with evident pride. "Manager, Kasou Taishou Season 2 is currently broadcasting every Saturday at 4:00 PM. The average viewership is 20%, peaking at 22.5%, making it the station's highest-rated variety show! However, we recently received feedback from contestants stating the rules are slightly too strict, resulting in many creative yet imperfect pieces being eliminated. We plan to introduce a 'resurrection match' segment in the latter half of the season, allowing previously eliminated contestants a second chance, while inviting celebrities as judges to increase appeal. Additionally, we want to partner with primary schools for a 'school special,' having students compete. This expands the audience and improves the station's public image."
Listening intently, Hiroshi lightly tapped the table. "A resurrection match can be added, but select judges who 'understand creativity.' For example, an actor from a previous episode of Tales of the Unusual. His thought process is flexible and won't be shackled by rigid rules. The school special is an excellent idea, but safety is paramount. When coordinating with schools, ensure rigorous venue and personnel planning. Also, swap the prizes for the young students to Doraemon and Kumamon merchandise. It holds more significance than cash and will simultaneously drive manga sales."
Tanaka Kei swiftly jotted this down. "Got it! I'll contact them right away. The school special will be meticulously planned with the schools, and the prizes will exclusively feature Doraemon figures and manga. The kids are going to love it!"
Following the four reports, the meeting room fell silent for a moment.
Kitagawa Yao finally stood up then, clutching a box office report, a thrilling expression illuminating her face. "Manager, two more matters to report to you. First, the final box office for Seven Samurai is out—8.9 billion yen! Although it didn't cross the ten billion mark, it's already the third highest-grossing domestic film this year! Second, Hachiko Monogatari reached a final box office of 11.2 billion yen, breaking last year's record and becoming this year's box office champion! The entire station is saying you are Japan's first director to achieve 20 billion yen in box office returns with just two films, earning the media moniker 'Youngest Member of the Ten Billion Box Office Club'! Bureau Chief Sakata called me earlier, saying he intends to host a celebration banquet for you!"
"No need for a celebration banquet," Hiroshi dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand, his tone placid. "Save the funds and distribute them as bonuses to the Production Bureau staff—an extra month's salary for everyone. Furthermore, organize a hot spring retreat for everyone to unwind."
"That's wonderful!" The four men cheered in unison, excitement etched across their faces—the Production Bureau staff were chronically overworked and thoroughly desired a proper break.
Watching them, a smile edged onto Hiroshi's face. "Alright, that concludes the work matters. Everyone has worked extremely hard. We can relax a little now and chat about other things."
The atmosphere in the meeting room instantaneously softened.
Hashishita Ichiro spoke first, consumed by curiosity. "Manager, how was your trip to Kumamoto? I heard Governor Muto sought you out specifically to appoint you as 'Kumamoto Cultural Advisor.' Is that true?"
Hiroshi nodded, picking up his teacup and taking a sip. "Yes, we did meet. We discussed the IP development for Kumamon, and Future Comic Club's role in character design. It's essentially all finalized. The official letter of appointment for Cultural Advisor will be mailed to the station next week. Moving forward, the Kumamoto authorities will liaise with me regarding any new promotional campaigns."
"Wow! A Cultural Advisor!" Tanaka Kei gasped dramatically. "Does that signify you'll be traveling to Kumamoto frequently? Will Misae-san's comic club also collaborate with the Kumamoto Prefectural Office?"
At the mention of Misae, Hiroshi's tone naturally gentled. "Yes, Future Comic Club will participate in the design of Kumamon merchandise. Misae has already initiated the team members, and the design drafts will be submitted to the Prefectural Office next month. During this trip to Kumamoto, I also met Misae's family. Her parents appear quite pleased with me, so... an engagement and wedding should be the next logical steps."
"Marriage?!" The four men shouted in unison, their eyes widening.
Hashishita Ichiro slapped the table enthusiastically. "Fantastic! Manager, you're finally tying the knot! I repeatedly told you that you and Misae-san are a perfect match, but you wouldn't believe me! When is the engagement? You must invite us for a drink!"
Yamamoto Takeshi also smiled and nodded. "Indeed, Manager. You're only 24 this year. While your accomplishments dwarf all of ours combined, it is time to establish a family. Japan is presently experiencing a severe declining birth rate, and the government is actively advocating for early marriages, so you're essentially answering the call."
Ito Kenji chimed in with a teasing tone. "Manager, for your wedding, you must have Owner Mizukami of Midnight Diner prepare a few dishes, like 'Wedding Rice' or 'Sukiyaki,' and allow us to film a special episode. It's guaranteed to be a hit!"
Tanaka Kei readily agreed. "Yes! We must also host a 'Wedding Special' on Kasou Taishou, having contestants cosplay as you and Misae-san. It would be incredibly entertaining!"
Hiroshi felt somewhat helpless under their onslaught but didn't protest, merely smiling as he replied, "The engagement ceremony will take place in May, and I will invite everyone. As for the specials, that won't be necessary; it's far too ostentatious."
"Without being ostentatious, how will anyone know?!"
Hashishita Ichiro immediately countered. "Manager, you are the pride of Tokyo Station! An event as monumental as your wedding warrants spectacle! Furthermore, you are a public figure now. A touch of grandeur will additionally boost the station's profile!"
Yamamoto Takeshi seconded the sentiment. "Section Chief Hashishita makes a persuasive point. Look at Director Matsumoto Keiko; when she married last year, the station hosted a colossal wedding and broadcasted it live, generating spectacularly high viewership ratings. If you host a wedding, we could also broadcast it live. Not only accomplishes boosting your profile but also elevates the station's ratings—killing two birds with one stone!"
Hiroshi pondered for a moment, finding their logic sound, and nodded. "We'll discuss it when the time arrives, but let's avoid excessive extravagance. Keeping it relatively straightforward is preferable."
"Don't worry, Manager!" The four promptly agreed, thrilling expressions gracing their faces.
Ito Kenji suddenly emitted a sigh. "Come to think of it, Manager, you are only in your twenties, yet you are already a Level 3 Director, possess your own production department, and have produced masterpieces like Seven Samurai and Hachiko Monogatari. Your manga has taken Japan by storm... it's truly remarkable. When I was your age, I was still running errands for my seniors, not even daring to dream about directing a short film independently."
Hashishita Ichiro also sighed in agreement. "True. When I was 23, I was painting backgrounds at an animation company, working overtime until midnight every day for a meager salary. Looking back now, compared to you, Manager, the gulf is astronomical. Sometimes I feel your talent is practically divine. Whether directing films, producing variety shows, or illustrating manga, you ascend to the pinnacle. We can merely trail in your wake."
Yamamoto Takeshi expressed his thoughts earnestly. "I believe you possess not only talent but also foresight, Manager. For example, when you persisted with the 'urban legend' genre, many people dismissed it, declaring it too dark and unappealing. Consequentally, Yamishibai exploded in popularity. When you championed Seven Samurai, hordes of people declared samurai films obsolete; however, it exploded in both box office and critical acclaim. In retrospect, every single one of your decisions was impeccably accurate. We are genuinely fortunate to work beneath you."
Tanaka Kei also nodded. "Indeed, Manager. You not only teach us how to execute tasks but also how to conduct ourselves. When I formerly clashed with individuals in the Variety Department, you counseled me, 'Prioritize character before action; treat people with sincerity.' I've etched that into my heart. Consequently, everyone in the Variety Department is eager to collaborate with me now, purely due to your guidance."
Observing their earnest expressions, Hiroshi felt a wave of warmth wash over him. He understood that his current achievements stemmed not merely from the foresight his transmigration afforded him, but also unequivocally because he commanded a team comprised of these steadfast individuals who were willing to tail and trust him implicitly.
He tapped the table gently, his tone earnest: "Truthfully, I am not as remarkable as you describe. I simply possessed slightly more luck and stumbled upon fortuitous opportunities. For instance, here at Tokyo Station, Bureau Chief Sakata and Deputy Bureau Chief Asumi have immensely supported me, affording me complete liberties to craft programs. Senior Kurosawa Eiji instructed me exhaustively on filmmaking; without them, I wouldn't have generated these works. Concerning yourselves, trail me, diligently fulfill your responsibilities, and naturally, you'll secure your own accomplishments."
Hiroshi's voice was soft, yet possessed undeniable persuasive power: "Just as Hashishita can now autonomously helm Yamishibai, Yamamoto can govern the tone of Tales of the Unusual, Ito has molded Midnight Diner into sheer popularity, and Tanaka has cemented Kasou Taishou at the zenith of television ratings—these materialize exactly because I collaborate with you."
"Manager, you are far too modest!"
Tanaka Kei immediately waved his hands, a straightforward smile on his face. "Had you not entrusted Kasou Taishou to me initially, I'd still be a gofer in the Variety Department! You not only presented us with opportunities but tutored us on exemplary execution; that constitutes the rarest commodity."
Hashishita Ichiro nodded in tandem, still firmly gripping the pen he utilized for taking minutes. "Indeed, Manager. When Yamishibai encountered funding dilemmas previously, it was you who beseeched Bureau Chief Sakata for an augmented budget. And regarding Yamamoto, when he clashed with a screenwriter previously, you intervened to mediate—despite your youth, your handling of relationships and tasks surpasses us veterans. We are completely convinced."
Surveying their sincere expressions, Hiroshi's heart felt enveloped in warmth. After all, this was the team he led, united in spirit.
How could he not be ecstatic?
Addressing the genuine acknowledgment radiating from their eyes, Hiroshi's fingertips gently brushed the wood grain lining the meeting table—this remarkably aged desk was specifically excavated from the warehouse by Sakata Nobuhiko when Hiroshi spearheaded the Independent Production Department. Allegedly utilized by a renowned director during the Showa era, the surface still bore faint coffee stains.
He suddenly apprehended that compared to towering box office figures and gleaming trophies, the unwavering trust of these individuals beside him constituted his most profound harvest since transmigrating.
"Hearing you articulate this delivers more gratification than receiving my station bonuses."
Hiroshi's tone progressively softened, his gaze sweeping over the quad. "However, let's defer this discussion for now. A multitude of tasks lies ahead—Hashishita, promptly initiate the call for submissions for Yamishibai Season 6. Ensure inserting a brief notice in the cultural section of Asahi Shimbun. If the budget proves inadequate, inform Finance to debit it from the Production Department's publicity budget."
"Yamamoto, closely supervise the plot twist for 'Old Postman.' I require the revised manuscript by next week."
"Ito, carve out time to scrutinize Owner Mizukami Sho's diner renovations. Aid him in meticulously replicating the exact visuals from the drama, for instance, the vintage photographs on the wall and the counter arrangements."
"Tanaka, initiate contact tomorrow regarding the Kasou Taishou resurrection match judges. Exert every effort to finalize the roster next week."
"Rest assured, Manager!" The four responded almost instantaneously. Hashishita had already whipped out his notebook and recommenced writing. The scratching of his pen against the paper reverberated distinctly inside the soundless meeting room.
Simultaneously, the internal phone on Hiroshi's desk rang, emitting a precipitous and echoing trill, interrupting the meeting room deliberations.
Hiroshi rose, navigating to his desk, and lifted the receiver. Before he could speak, Asumi's slightly perturbed voice emanated through the line, finishing with an informal jest typical among close acquaintances: "Nohara Hiroshi, you miscreant, returning to the Production Bureau solely to convene a meeting with your subordinates. What's this? Have you relegated me, your Deputy Bureau Chief, completely out of mind?"
Recognizing the familiar inflection, Hiroshi couldn't help but curve his lips into a smile, his finger casually tapping the phone's base: "Deputy Bureau Chief Asumi, that assumption is inherently fallacious. I barely entered the station an hour ago and was immediately whisked into a progress meeting by Kitagawa Yao before I could even catch my breath. I planned to report to you concerning the Kumamoto circumstances directly after managing matters here."
"Oh? Just returned to the station?"
Asumi paused briefly before laughing, the sound radiating over the receiver clutching a slight metallic edge: "I presumed you'd long memorized every nook of the Production Bureau building; I hadn't anticipated you'd be busier than me. Alright, cease lingering in that tiny meeting room of yours and promptly proceed to Bureau Chief Takada's office—not the Deputy Bureau Chief's office you ordinarily frequent, but the authentic Bureau Chief's office formerly occupied by Station Chief Sakata."
"Bureau Chief Takada?" Hiroshi faltered momentarily, ceasing his tapping motions, but comprehended instantaneously.
Takada Toshihide had ascended to Bureau Chief of the Production Bureau.
"Yes, Bureau Chief Takada," Asumi confirmed on the line, his tone growing slightly more formal. "Bureau Chief Takada and I desire to consult with you conjunctively. There's a pivotal matter to deliberate. Stop dawdling; we await you in the office. The secretary by the elevator is anticipating your arrival and will escort you up."
Hanging up the receiver, Hiroshi turned toward the quartet, indicating the reports scattered on the table: "Propel the remaining tasks precisely as we outlined. Document any unsolvable complications, and we will reconvene upon my return."
"Understood, Manager!" Hashishita nodded vigorously, his pen still executing a frantic dance across his notebook to seize the final points from earlier.
Hiroshi retrieved his jacket, draping it over his arm, and strode swiftly from the meeting room.
The staff members occupying the corridor continued dispensing respectful bows and greetings upon catching sight of him. He simply supplied swift nods, never arresting his pace.
To have Takada Toshihide and Asumi concurrently summon him, deliberately selecting Sakata Nobuhiko's erstwhile office, unquestionably signaled an affair of monumental gravity. The likelihood leaned heavily toward matters tied to the Kanto TV integration maneuver, seeing as Sakata Nobuhiko had explicitly mentioned "accelerating the assimilation of Kanto Station" over his pager the previous week.
The elevator ground to a halt on the 12th floor. As the doors parted, a woman garbed in a light grey business suit stood poised at the entrance.
That was the new secretary designated to Takada Toshihide following his ascension to Bureau Chief. Named Miyazawa, she operated as Takada's subordinate during his tenure as Executive Deputy Bureau Chief and was exceedingly proficient.
Spotting Hiroshi, Miyazawa immediately manifested a standardized professional smile and executed a subtle bow: "Department Manager Nohara, you've arrived. Bureau Chief Takada and Executive Director Asumi have been waiting for ten minutes; please follow me."
Hiroshi nodded, trailing directly behind Miyazawa toward the conclusion of the corridor.
Previously, while Sakata Nobuhiko occupied the bureau chief position, Hiroshi had frequented this office multiple times. Each visit delineated vital ventures—the authorization of Seven Samurai, the expansion of Tales of the Unusual, the ratification of the Independent Production Department; every single instance intertwined directly with his progression within the station.
Presently, the office's tenant had shifted to Takada Toshihide. Inexplicably, he found himself swept up in sentiments regarding how times and people morph.
Before Miyazawa could even lift her hand to rap the door, Takada Toshihide's impassioned shout permeated the walls, his volume distinctly booming compared to standard meetings: "Has Hiroshi arrived? Abandon waiting outside; simply stride straight in!"
Miyazawa's smile magnified in obsequiousness. Stepping aside to yield space, she whispered to Hiroshi: "Manager, observe how profoundly these two leaders value you. Just a moment prior, they remarked, 'If Hiroshi doesn't materialize shortly, we'll descend to the 12th floor and invite him personally.' Currently, you are the station's crown jewel. Even Station Chief Sakata frequently extols you during executive summits, declaring you the future bedrock of Tokyo Station."
Hiroshi offered a smile, abstaining from verbalizing a response, and pushed the office door open.
The office seemed more expansive than his memory dictated. The katana decoration Sakata Nobuhiko previously positioned in the corner had been substituted with a colossal glass fish tank, wherein several crimson koi fish meandered lethargically.
The wall no longer exhibited an Akira Kurosawa movie poster, instead showcasing a photograph of Takada Toshihide claiming the "Tokyo Film and Television Industry Contribution Award" from the previous year. Occupying the center position, he modeled an extraordinarily radiant smile.
Takada Toshihide and Asumi sat upon authentic leather sofas adjoining the window. Positioned on the coffee table connecting them rested two freshly steeped cups of matcha, wisps of steam lazily spiraling upwards.
Catching sight of Hiroshi entering, Takada abruptly stood from the sofa, plastered a buoyant smile across his visage, and swiftly marched over to clap his shoulder—an action virtually inconceivable in the past. When Takada operated as Executive Deputy Bureau Chief, his interactions with Hiroshi peaked at mere nods of acknowledgment, utterly devoid of such intimate gestures.
"Hiroshi! We've finally secured your presence!" Takada's voice brimmed with enthusiasm. He thrust his finger toward the adjacent sofa: "Sit, sit, quickly! Sip the matcha Miyazawa just prepared—it's premium Uji tea. Tremendously superior to the coffee manufactured in your office."
Remaining stationary on his sofa, Asumi merely hoisted his teacup and partook of a minuscule sip. A faint glimmer of amusement danced in his eyes as he studied Hiroshi: "What's the matter? Frightened by Bureau Chief Takada's imposing display?"
Hiroshi first rendered a formal bow addressing the pair, his posture flawless and respectful: "Bureau Chief Takada, Executive Director Asumi, apologies for interrupting your extremely occupied schedules."
Subsequently, he lowered himself into a single-seater sofa placed nearby, retrieved the matcha cup from the coffee table, and gently expelled a breath of air over its steaming surface—he grasped that Takada Toshihide's behavioral shift anchored itself not purely on Hiroshi's accomplishments, but more pivotally on Sakata Nobuhiko's posture.
Currently, Sakata had ascended to Station Chief and designated President of the Tokyo Broadcasting System Holdings. To secure his grip within the Production Bureau, Takada mandatorily needed to woo Hiroshi—a centralized figure in the "Sakata Faction."
Observing his composed demeanor, Takada mentally nodded in approval.
Little wonder Sakata Nobuhiko held this young chap in such monumental esteem. Not merely talented, but deeply cognizant of propriety, eclipsing those juniors who allowed minor triumphs to inflate their egos enormously.
He seated himself on the sofa opposite Hiroshi, leaning slightly forward, his articulation sobering perceptibly: "Hiroshi, summoning you basically boils down to strategizing two monumental matters dictating the station's forthcoming evolution. We absolutely require your input."
Hiroshi parked his teacup, resting his fingertips lightly against its rim, maintaining focused eye contact with Takada: "Please instruct me, Bureau Chief. Provided it aligns with the Production Bureau's layout, I swear maximum cooperation."
"Abandon the formalities; we're merely strategizing here." Takada waved his hand dismissively, locking eyes with Asumi, inviting him to initiate the dialogue.
Setting his teacup down, Asumi extracted a dense folder from the briefcase staged beside him, sliding it toward Hiroshi: "Peruse this first. This constitutes the operational report for Kanto TV covering the preceding six months, accompanied by the 'Kanto Station Integration Plan' drafted by station executives. Ever since Tokyo Station absorbed Kanto Station four years ago, while on the surface a merger was accomplished, realistically, Kanto Station's production team, program resources, and audience demographic remain unassimilated. We've even spawned friction betwixt minor cliques, namely the 'Tokyo Faction' and the 'Kanto Faction.' Just last month, two veteran managing directors from Kanto Station squabbled directly with Station Chief Sakata regarding resource allocation. It was utterly humiliating."
Remaining silent, Hiroshi merely acquired the folder, flipping to the primary page.
It exhibited Kanto TV's foundational metrics: 1,200 employees, 4.5 billion yen in revenue last year. Flagship programs centered on local news and regional dramas, with the highest-rated program, "Kanto Regional Stories," achieving a paltry 8.5%—far beneath Tokyo Station's median standard. Rapidly leafing through a few pages, he stumbled upon the "Problem Analysis" segment and couldn't restrain a frown—it detailed Kanto Station's antiquated production philosophies, a crippling exodus of young directors, alongside a ubiquitous "seniority-based promotion system." Multitudes of inventive program proposals had been summarily vetoed by elder leaders.
"I've embedded myself at Kanto Station over the preceding half-year, convening daily with their production team to stimulate program reformation, to virtually no avail."
Asumi's tone conveyed profound fatigue. Massaging his temples, he elaborated: "Kanto Station's senior employees are predominantly native to the Kanto area and harbor potent resistance against Tokyo Station, dubbing us 'interlopers.' Conversely, while younger employees yearn for reform, they lack an authoritative voice. Last month, a junior director administrating variety programs resigned, citing he 'saw zero prospects at Kanto Station.' If this prevails, not to mention integration, Kanto Station's reputation will ultimately shatter violently in our laps."
Assuming the discourse, Takada's tone hardened markedly: "Station Chief Sakata erupted at last week's executive meeting, threatening that if Kanto Station's tribulations aren't resolved within a quarter year, both Executive Director Asumi and I will mutually author letters of resignation. Comprehend my point: Tokyo City TV is undergoing explosive growth courtesy of Tanaka Mikami's sponsorships. Just last month, they poached two variety directors from our station. If complications manifest in Kanto Station's integration, Tokyo Station's supremacy becomes heavily endangered."
Shutting the folder, Hiroshi repositioned it gently onto the coffee table, his fingertips systematically tapping the cover.
He roughly deduced the duo's intentions for summoning him.
Kanto Station's tribulations, superficially a struggle over resource merging and team friction, fundamentally represented "stagnating content" and "brain drain." And Hiroshi's forte was wielding cutting-edge content to galvanize team vitality. From Yamishibai to Kasou Taishou, each instance leveraged virgin program formats to obliterate stalemates.
"Do you mean you want me to engage in Kanto TV's assimilation?" Hiroshi tilted his head, aiming a level gaze toward the pair.
Takada immediately nodded, a robust smile rematerializing across his face: "Precisely! Executive Director Asumi and I spent innumerable hours strategizing. We believe solely you possess the capability to rectify Kanto Station's defects. Think about it: when you acquired Yamishibai back then, it was an incredibly obscure project universally dismissed by everyone, yet you sculpted it into the premier benchmark of the 'urban legend' genre. Kasou Taishou originated as a low-budget variety show, yet inside your grasp, it soared into the station's flagship ratings juggernaut. What Kanto Station profoundly requires currently is your exact 'Midas touch'!"
Asumi provided supplementary context: "Our vision entails you assuming the mantle of "Content Director" for Kanto TV concurrently. You'll abstain from intervening in Kanto Station's quotidian administration, concentrating predominantly on pioneering program innovations and nurturing personnel. You are permitted to draft staff from your Independent Production Department, alongside identifying promising junior directors within Kanto Station, offering them avenues to formulate groundbreaking programs. The station will extend maximum support toward you—regardless of whether it involves budgets or resources, any proclamation from you will be orchestrated by us."
A thick silence stretched as Hiroshi evaluated this, his fingertips sustaining the rhythmic tapping rhythm atop the folder.
Becoming the Content Director for Kanto Station concurrently signified a doubling of his workload. He'd shoulder the burden of orchestrating the Production Bureau at Tokyo Station while meticulously managing Kanto Station's programming. Yet, it presented an astronomical opportunity.
If Kanto Station were successfully integrated, his footing within the station would calcify, potentially allowing him to impose influence upon future executive directives.
Most importantly, Kanto Station harbored an immense repository of localized resources—ranging from traditional Kanto folk culture to tourist destinations. All these functioned as phenomenal raw material for revolutionary programs. For instance, launching a localized culinary program mirroring Midnight Diner, or crafting a regional horror anthology mimicking Yamishibai. Such endeavors could concurrently skyrocket Kanto Station's ratings while unearthing fresh avenues for content exponential growth.
"I lay forth one condition."
Hiroshi met their gazes firmly, his eyes steeped in unyielding resolve: "Should I accept the dual role of Content Director for Kanto Station, I stipulate unmitigated possession of 'Final Program Approval Rights'—whether evaluating internal proposals spawned at Kanto Station or presenting initial program concepts personally, the terminal decision is strictly mine, utterly immune to random interference from alternating executives. Additionally, I mandate selecting ten junior directors from Kanto Station to shadow the Independent Production Department for a trimester. Post-acclimating the fabrication protocols of Tokyo Station, they will be redeployed to ignite momentum within Kanto Station's designated teams."
Takada choked, thoroughly astonished that Hiroshi had mandated "Final Approval Rights." He subconsciously swerved a hesitant gaze toward Asumi—final program approval was an authority historically confined explicitly to the Bureau Chief of the Production Bureau. Transferring it into Hiroshi's grip conceptually surrendered Kanto Station's content lifeblood.
Contrarily, Asumi acquiesced instantaneously, his agreement razor-sharp: "Agreed! Bureau Chief Takada and I deliberated this previously. Providing you inflate Kanto Station's viewership, bypassing identical approval rights, even establishing a standalone 'Kanto Station Content Hub' constructed by you will garner our complete endorsement. Regarding the migration of junior directors to train in Tokyo Station, that ranks as a phenomenal strategy—simultaneously fostering team harmony whilst generating profound talent. A double victory!"
Witnessing Asumi's rapid affirmation, Takada hastily nodded: "Right! Executive Director Asumi speaks absolute truth. If this squashes Kanto Station's problems, any condition is negotiable. Rest assured, the station will explicitly steer clear of tampering with your workflows. Concerning the financial side, I've previously instructed Finance. We're augmenting Kanto Station's content production budget by half a billion yen this fiscal year, strictly funneled into your custody to develop innovative programs."
Internally, Hiroshi released a profound sigh of relief.
"Final Approval Rights" constituted his paramount target. Exclusively through this mechanism could he immunize groundbreaking programs against Kanto Station's senior executives weaponizing their "seniority."
Lifting his teacup, he indulged in a sip of the matcha. The heated liquid traced a path down his throat, bearing subtle hints of herbal scent: "Considering the magnanimous trust you two leaders are placing within me, I will output utmost exertion. My objective entails a one-week, deep-diving investigation at Kanto Station to scrutinize their production crew and active programs before formulating highly precise restructuring directives. Furthermore, I propose recruiting Hashishita and Ito to accompany me. Hashishita wields expertise concerning animation and stylistic content, while Ito is knowledgeable navigating livelihood-oriented programming. They possess the necessary acumen to aid me in interfacing comprehensively with Kanto Station's teams."
"Done!" Takada granted instant approval: "You possess absolute liberty to commandeer whoever you choose, providing you locate it advantageous. Miyazawa, allocate tomorrow to structure Hiroshi's itinerary meticulously. Brief Kanto Station precisely on his inbound arrival and instruct them to orchestrate reception maneuvers; do not neglect extending courtesy precisely suited to Department Manager Hiroshi."
Miyazawa, situated aside, bobbed her head energetically, extracting her notebook to draft swift notations: "Understood, Bureau Chief. I'll personally communicate with Kanto Station's Office Director first thing tomorrow, guaranteeing a flawless arrangement."
Surveying Hiroshi, a flash of relief laced Asumi's eyes: "Hiroshi, in truth, Station Chief Sakata articulated to me a formidable while ago that relocating Kanto Station under your governance supplies him maximum reassurance. He expounded that beyond just possessing blinding talent, you intuitively apprehend how to 'localize solutions'—drastically departing from select directors whose singular capability depends on awkwardly transplanting Tokyo Station's programming into regional sectors, ending disastrously unmatched. The 'Kumamon' IP you constructed in Kumamoto embodies the paramount demonstration. Engineering innovation heavily utilizing regional cultural elements formulates distinct uniqueness whilst retaining profound familiarity. This specific mindset seamlessly synchronizes alongside Kanto Station's requirements."
Recalling his dialogues accompanied by Governor Muto in Kumamoto coaxed a grin from Hiroshi. "Executive Director Asumi, you offer excessive flattery. In my perception, disregarding demographics—whether Tokyo or Kanto—viewers continuously clamor for content brimming with genuine 'warmth.' Kanto Station encompasses a colossal archive of fantastic regional culture: traditional Kanto kabuki, regional delicacies, enduring folktales. These universally constitute tremendous raw material. Equipped with pioneering presentation formats, these will undoubtedly fascinate viewing demographics. Take, for example, generating a program similar to 'Kanto's Midnight Diner.' Devoting every episode toward displaying an exclusive Kanto culinary masterpiece coupled intimately to localized personal sagas. Not merely propelling the foods into popularity, but drenching viewers in Kanto's intrinsic human affinity."
"Excellent concept!"
Takada's eyes beamed, slapping his thigh vehemently: "During my previous reconnaissance visit to Kanto Station, I indulged in their regional 'Oden.' Dramatically superior flavor profile compared to Tokyo's output! Transforming it into a program is destined for viral proportions! Hiroshi, pursue this analytical logic precisely. Whenever you mandate reinforcement, contact either me or Executive Director Asumi instantaneously."
Hiroshi nodded and delved into precise minutiae concerning their plans—
For instance, finalizing the dates representing his investigative journey, formalizing selection conditions addressing Kanto Station's junior directors, estimating financial distributions governing the initial programs. Over an hour effortlessly seeped away across the ensuing conversations.
Outside the window, darkness began to envelop the sky. Illumination within the office glowed, falling upon the files scattered over the coffee table to reflect a muted sheen.
"The hour is migrating remarkably late. Given you've worked incessantly all day, head home to rest early." Glancing upward at the clock mounted on the wall, Asumi commanded Hiroshi: "There exists virtually no urgency dictating the investigation. Initiating next Monday functions sufficiently. Communicate precisely alongside Hashishita and Ito presently, enabling them to construct preparations."
Rising, Hiroshi deployed a secondary bow dedicated entirely toward the duo: "Expressing genuine gratitude for your explicit faith. I am bound to vindicate your expectations. Regarding Kanto Station's integration maneuver, I will construct a proposal expediently. Tangible results represent our objective manifesting within one fiscal quarter."
"Outstanding! We inherently trust you!"
Escorting Hiroshi straight toward the office egress, Takada clasped his shoulder decisively: "When navigating arduous complications, explicitly abstain from shouldering the burden singularly. Engage us. We officially exist as 'one unified family.' Jointly, we must catapult both Tokyo Station and Kanto Station toward unprecedented pinnacles, explicitly proving to those harboring skepticism that we reign as the unrivaled premier television network inside the Tokyo municipality!"
Hiroshi delivered a curt nod of affirmation, spun around, and departed the confines of the office.
Miyazawa persevered by the elevator doors. Seeing his appearance, she bowed swiftly: "Department Manager Nohara, I have summoned the elevator for your convenience. Please travel securely."
Hiroshi furnished an approving nod and stepped straight into the elevator's interior.
The elevator doors smoothly clamped tight, mirroring his silhouette—wearing a darkly tailored suit, his tie knotted flawlessly, conveying an attitude that was both serene and incredibly robust.
Because his comprehension was absolute.
What followed inherently represented a brutal conflict.
Nonetheless, Nohara Hiroshi wasn't plagued by crippling dread. Undergirded by the myriad of artistic proposals populating his cerebral database obtained across a previous life in Japan, it required nothing extending beyond applying gentle modifications to well-regarded concepts implemented by alternative television platforms.
Could he genuinely be prevented from engineering a spectacular resurrection of Kanto TV!?
Nohara Hiroshi was undeniably equipped with an unshakeable bedrock of confidence precisely herein!