Because this convention was fairly large-scale and fell on a weekend, a huge number of people had come. It was not even opening time yet, but several long lines had already formed at the entrance.
There were six entrances in total, and each one had a massive queue. The winding lines stretched from the plaza out onto the streets, nearly a kilometer long, with more visitors joining every so often. Clearly, there were far more people coming than just those already present.
Among these long lines were not only ordinary visitors, but also plenty of young men and women dressed as all sorts of characters.
Unlike the professional cosplayers invited by the organizers, these people were mostly attending in costume because of their own hobbies—the so-called amateur cosplayers. Some did it because they loved it, while others hoped to catch the eye of a company and become professional cosplayers. Though they generally could not compare to professionals, the occasional stunning cosplayer still stood out.
"There are so many people? How long will this take?"
Yamashita Tokiguchi stood amid the endless queue, holding the convention flyer in his hand as anxiety rose within him. He had originally planned to come with a friend, but his friend had suddenly stood him up, leaving him to attend the convention alone.
Going to a convention alone was often quite boring. If this convention had not featured cosplayers and singers he liked, he would not have come at all.
Looking at the names of the guests on the flyer, Yamashita Tokiguchi felt both anticipation and irritation. There were simply too many people.
Fortunately, he had not worn much clothing. Still, even with only one layer on, after being squeezed back and forth among so many people... he was already drenched in sweat.
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