As the lingering heat of late summer gradually faded, the first hints of autumn quietly crept onto the branches in Musashino.
At Sega headquarters, a burst of barely restrained cheering rang out from the Development Team Three office, only to quickly subside into exchanged high-fives and muffled snickers.
"Okay! The console version of Tetris has been packaged and completed!"
"It's completely impossible to stop playing. Kobayashi from the testing team nearly forgot to clock out yesterday."
"The handheld version is almost done too. It just needs the final bit of optimization."
Listening to his subordinates' excited, overlapping reports over the phone, Takuya leaned back in his chair, an involuntary smile tugging at his lips. The console version had been completed smoothly and received an enthusiastic internal response, while development on the handheld version seemed to have been given a shot in the arm as well. Progress was encouraging. Everything was on track—perhaps even a little faster than expected.
"Good work. Everyone's worked hard." After briefly giving a few instructions for the follow-up, Takuya hung up. He picked up another document from the desk, his fingertips brushing over the words "Tatsunoko Studio." Lately, he had indeed been making frequent trips there.
Tatsunoko Studio, conference room. The rich aroma of coffee mingled with the smell of paper and ink.
Takuya, Oba Kotaro, and Masami Kurumada sat around a long table. Spread across it were the refined script outline for the Fatal Fury anime and several key-frame sketches, their sharp lines brimming with force.
"The opening is crucial." Oba Kotaro adjusted his glasses, his finger tapping a storyboard draft depicting a ruined city street. "The first and second episodes must quickly establish Terry, Andy, and Joe Higashi's personalities, their relationship with one another, and South Town's chaotic, lawless atmosphere where the strong preyed on the weak. We need to draw the audience in immediately."
Masami Kurumada picked up a pencil and rapidly added a few strokes beside the draft. "We could use rapid-cut scenes to show fragments of different characters' lives, contrasting their struggles with the arrogance of Geese's men." As a manga artist, this was hardly unfamiliar territory to him. Though he was only responsible for character design, Tatsunoko's production team clearly welcomed his involvement.
"Agreed," Takuya added. "The audience needs to understand that this isn't an ordinary street brawl. It's a fated showdown born of blood-deep vengeance. Terry's brightness, Andy's restraint, and Joe's optimism all need to come through."
"In episode three, we'll insert a flashback to Jeff and Geese in their younger days." Oba Kotaro turned to the next page. "We must clearly explain why they turned against each other, as well as Tung Fu Rue's role as a key figure. It should be done as a flashback, but it can't feel forced. It needs to fit naturally into the current plot and reinforce the protagonist's motivation for revenge."
"What if Terry is reminded of the past by a particular scene?" Takuya suggested. "For example, seeing a similar master-and-disciple sparring match?"
"That could work." Oba Kotaro's eyes lit up. "Or when they first confront Geese's men head-on, Terry could recall the moment his father was killed. That would add dramatic tension."
"The middle portion needs some ups and downs." Oba continued. "My initial idea is to arrange a major setback around episodes six or seven. For instance, Terry and the others try to challenge Geese Tower, only to walk into an ambush and be surrounded by Geese's elite men. They're forced into a desperate battle, perhaps with someone even being seriously injured."
"That's good." Masami Kurumada seemed to be getting interested. "We can design a powerful character under Geese—someone ruthless enough to cause the protagonists plenty of trouble. The fight scenes need to be intense and emphasize that feeling of struggling to survive in a hopeless situation."
Looking at the increasingly fleshed-out characters and scenes on the drafts, Takuya felt stirred as well. He could imagine those images coming alive and feel the impact of every blow landing against flesh. "We need to make the audience sweat for them, but we also need to show their resilience and brotherhood—the way they support one another through adversity."
The discussion in the conference room grew increasingly animated. The three men's ideas continually collided, and more details and notes appeared across the sheets of draft paper. Outside the window, the light gradually softened, signaling that an afternoon had quietly slipped away in focused concentration. Looking at the two industry veterans before him, Takuya felt a powerful confidence rise within him.
"This will show both the villain's power and his despicable nature, while also creating tension."
"It'll also lay the groundwork for new characters appearing later."
Takuya added, the image of a certain blue-haired female agent surfacing in his mind. "For example, an unexpected helper."
"Mm. The KOF Tournament will be the focus of the latter half. Starting from episode ten, we'll build it up layer by layer and drive the atmosphere toward its climax."
Oba Kotaro looked at the mark indicating the final battle. "Geese will be dealt with in episode thirteen, leaving behind some suspense."
Masami Kurumada spent most of the time listening, occasionally sketching something in his notebook.
Through the script discussion, each character had become far more than the few simple lines they had started with. They were gradually taking on flesh and blood.
The discussion shifted toward character design.
This section mainly involved Takuya and Masami Kurumada.
Kurumada spread out several newly drawn sketches of Terry, Andy, and Joe Higashi.
The lines remained full of power, but compared to the initial drafts, the characters' facial contours had softened somewhat, and their eyes had gained more depth.
"Mr. Kurumada, look at Terry here," Takuya said, pointing to Terry's back in the sketch. "If we add a worn canvas travel bag, would that better convey the feeling of a carefree drifter who's wandered everywhere?"
Kurumada froze at those words, then picked up his pen and rapidly sketched a few strokes beside it.
A vivid image of Terry emerged on the page, wearing his signature red-and-white cap with a travel bag slung across his shoulder. The boldness and faint weathered air about him immediately became much stronger.
"Interesting..."
Kurumada murmured.
"And Andy," Takuya continued guiding him, "he studies ninjutsu. Shouldn't his proportions place more emphasis on speed and flexibility? For example, tightening his waistline a bit more and making his limbs appear longer?"
He chose his wording carefully, avoiding any direct rejection and instead presenting possibilities for discussion.
What came to mind was Andy's agile figure from the later King of Fighters series, along with the more mature and balanced body proportions of Kurumada's future work Saint Seiya during its Hades arc.
Masami Kurumada said nothing. He merely lowered his head in thought, his pen constantly adjusting Andy's lines across the page.
He tried lengthening the limbs and adjusting the blocky sense of the muscles, allowing the strength to remain hidden beneath smooth contours.
Gradually, an image of Andy appeared on the paper—one that retained the masculine vigor of shonen manga while carrying a touch of refined charm, his body looking swifter and more nimble.
Kurumada put down his pen and looked at the character he had drawn, a flicker of surprise flashing through his eyes.
The feeling was unfamiliar, yet exceptionally natural.
It was as though something that had long been lodged in his chest had been gently pierced.
"This is good!"
Oba Kotaro, who had been watching from the sidelines, could not help praising him. "This style is very distinctive! It has a sense of power without losing its visual appeal. It can move the core male audience, and it might even attract quite a few female viewers."
The way he looked at Takuya gained a deeper meaning.
This young man not only understood storytelling—he also possessed an astonishing instinct for visual presentation.
Encouraged by Oba's approval and the new style emerging from his own pen, Masami Kurumada revealed an excited smile he had not worn in a long time.
He felt that he had touched upon a new realm.
The atmosphere of the meeting became especially harmonious.
During a break, Masami Kurumada suddenly pulled Takuya aside with a mysterious air.
"Nakayama, let me show you something."
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