Looking at the drawing in her hands, Eriri once again fell into a state of self-isolation. The little blonde had originally thought Mashiro's claim of needing only one day was an exaggeration, but the drawing in her hands told her otherwise. No, that hadn't been an exaggeration at all!
After all, the drawing in her hands could no longer be called an imitation of hers. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say it was exactly the same...
Was this the ability of a genius beautiful girl painter?
"Still not good enough..." Just as the little blonde was about to question her life, Mashiro said calmly.
Sawamura Eriri: "..."
They were already exactly the same, so what exactly was still wrong with it?
"Let me see..." Before the little blonde could speak, Sogo Doma snatched the drawing from her hands and examined it. "Indeed, Mashiro's drawing doesn't have as much Shibuya appeal as Eriri's. Instead, it has a little more refined splendor..."
Sawamura Eriri: "..."
Even though she was an adult doujinshi artist, she didn't want to hear someone call her artwork Shibuya!
Still...
The little blonde examined the drawing in Sogo Doma's hand again—indeed, Mashiro's work appeared identical to hers, but the drawing beneath Mashiro's brush lacked that Shibuya atmosphere. In more artistic terms, it had no soul. It seemed she did have some redeeming qualities after all, qualities that even Mashiro couldn't imitate. Her more than ten years of drawing hadn't gone to waste...
Yeah, right!
She had spent over ten years drawing adult doujinshi, and all she had to show for it was that her characters had a little more Shibuya atmosphere than those under Mashiro's brush? But the problem was that Mashiro's drawing had incorporated her own thoughts as well, so it wasn't soulless at all...