"I think this is good too."
Mog gave his final approval.
"Then it's settled."
A delighted smile appeared on Chrollo's face. He was also confident that this production would succeed.
And Father Zhol would definitely support it as well.
After all, the theme of this production was Protect Home.
Meteor City was currently suffering harassment from vile outsiders.
This was a work perfectly suited to the times and the environment. If Father Zhol found out, he would surely be pleased.
"Then let's roughly settle the storyline like this first..."
Chrollo wrote a few more notes on his paper, but ultimately paused at the title section.
"Beast Squadron? It does sound more imposing, but..."
He muttered over the name Uvogin had suggested earlier. It certainly sounded fierce, but it felt a little too muscle-bound~
The others began tossing out ideas as well:
"How about Animal Squadron? They're all animals anyway~!"
"The script has Sacred Mountain, so how about Divine Beast Squadron?"
"Divine beasts sound good. Divine beasts are great too. I want to become King Kong, the strongest divine beast King Kong..."
"Uvogin, shut the hell up!!!"
Everyone was getting a headache from Uvogin's nonsense again, and Nobunaga could not help roaring at him.
"Simply calling them beasts cannot encompass ordinary small animals as well. The scope feels rather narrow..."
Mog slowly spoke up. "But naming them merely after animals makes it sound far too ordinary."
"So..."
Mog raised his head, and everyone looked at him.
As he spoke, everyone else automatically fell silent.
Even someone as noisy as Uvogin immediately shut his mouth when Mog spoke.
"How about calling it Hyakuju?"
Mog swept his gaze around the room before smiling and offering that name.
"Hyakuju?!"
Chrollo's eyes lit up. "It includes the meaning of all kinds of animals and beasts, while also carrying the meaning of the king of beasts..."
"This is great!"
Chrollo praised it. "Hyakuju Sentai~!"
Chrollo readily praised and agreed with Mog's suggestion.
The two leaders of the team both thought the name was good, so naturally no one else had any objections.
They immediately voiced their support for using that name.
Well, except for one big guy who still wanted to struggle for Divine Beast King Kong, but in the end, the minority yielded to the majority.
"Excellent, then it'll be named Hyakuju Sentai!!"
Chrollo quickly wrote it down. "But aside from the title of the production, we also need to decide what the team members will collectively be called."
Just like Cleaning Squad: that was the team's name, while aside from their individual names like Little Red, Little Blue, and Little Green, they were collectively called Cleaners.
Cleaning Squad—Cleaners, that was their proper name.
And if they were called Hyakuju Sentai...
"They'll be called Beast King."
Mog did not use GaoRanger's original name, instead choosing the name Animal Squadron—Beast King.
In GaoRanger, "Ranger" did not carry any other meaning; over in Japan, it simply referred to a team.
As for "Gao," it referred to the barking of canines, which was somewhat beneath the scale of Hyakuju.
Animal Squadron's Beast King was far more imposing~!
"Hyakuju Sentai... Beast King?!"
The others repeated the name, and the more they considered it, the more they liked it. It suited their tastes perfectly.
And so~~~
"Hyakuju Sentai—Beast King... is officially finalized!!"
With a grand stroke of his pen, Chrollo formally established their team's very first production!!
Everything was difficult at the beginning, but after taking this first step well...
With everyone working together, the rest would surely yield a wonderful result!!
As they watched Chrollo write, everyone's eyes sparkled. They firmly believed in the bright future ahead of them.
Just as they were brimming with excitement, taking the first step that would rewrite their lives and futures...
Elsewhere, among the ruins outside.
Within Meteor City's heaps upon heaps of garbage.
A black van was parked on a path between the trash piles.
Its glossy black body and license plate made it obvious at a glance that it was not a vehicle from within Meteor City.
Even Meteor City's elders would not drive such a car here.
Clearly, it had come from outside.
Especially after a tattooed man stepped out of the van and handed it over to another person who had already been waiting there.
Their clothing made it even clearer that they had come from the outside world.
And their purpose in sneaking into Meteor City was~~~
The man receiving the vehicle saw the three children lying inside the van, their hands and feet tied with ropes and hoods over their heads, and could not help revealing a satisfied smile.
He stepped on the gas and drove away.
No one knew where he was taking those three children.
Inventor: Costume Change Camera
Children born in Meteor City had no registered identities. They were essentially undocumented.
Even if they died, no one would notice, which was why there were many cases of child trafficking and child murder here.
Especially recently, some criminals had come to regard these unregistered people as less than human.
No matter what they did to them, they would bear no responsibility.
As a result, Meteor City had been rather unsettled lately.
This was also Father Zhol's long-standing concern.
However, Mog and Chrollo, the people Father Zhol had placed his hopes on to change all this, were currently leading their friends into filming with fervent enthusiasm.
Since Hyakuju Sentai was set in a secret realm on Sacred Mountain, it had quite a few outdoor scenes.
That actually made filming easier for them, since they could do it in the forest on the outskirts of Meteor City.
Images such as Sacred Mountain's peaks and the villains' base could use some of the built-in background images from the Simple Tokusatsu Camera.
For special environments, Mog brought out the Stereoscopic Scenery Projector.
It consisted of two projection devices connected to spheres and, together with fisheye lenses, could project a 360-degree environment.
Inventor: Stereoscopic Scenery Projector Source: Doraemon World—Future Technology Company. Effect: It could project stereoscopic images with sound all around, allowing people to enjoy the feeling of traveling indoors. However, because the room itself did not actually expand, walking around the room while the stereoscopic images were projected could cause someone to bump into invisible walls or furniture.
Simply put, it changed the room's background into stereoscopic imagery, while the room itself remained the same.
It was worth mentioning that this gadget had already been successfully created through the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket Project.
The Fourth-Dimensional Pocket Project was launched by Fuji Xerox Japan in collaboration with numerous small and medium-sized Japanese companies, aiming to bring into reality the various gadgets Doraemon took out of his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket.
This gadget had already been successfully made in the real world as well.
Nobunaga's home was fine for living in, but it was far too cramped to serve as a movie set.
So everyone went to Chrollo and the others' secret base.
It was an abandoned, dilapidated warehouse.
According to the original plot, after Uvogin and the others joined Chrollo's voice acting team...
They would gather their ideas here, choose their roles, and record their voices.
It was also here that the initial concept of the Phantom Troupe was born.
And after choosing the filming location, costumes—the most crucial part—were naturally indispensable.
"They absolutely have to look better than the Cleaning Warriors' squad uniforms!!"
During the lunch break, Sarasa hugged the black coconut in his arms, eating as he fantasized aloud.
As the logistics provider, Mog naturally made sure lunch was taken care of.
This time, unlike before when everyone could choose whatever they wanted, his standard meal was two steamed buns per person along with a bowl of Henan stew.
There was a big pot of stew and plenty of steamed buns. Anyone who was still hungry could get more. The main thing was making sure everyone ate their fill.
Several of them held steamed buns in one hand and bowls in the other, slurping away.
Shalnark and Franklin in particular rarely got to eat steamed buns made from such fine white flour, along with stew so rich in oil.
The two simply buried their heads in their food, no longer voicing any other opinions.
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