Doraemon: Reborn As Dekisugi

After Dekisugi sent Nobita home with a frustrated face, he walked toward the nearby convenience store. Since he was going to draw a manga for submission, it would be impossible to use amateur drawing paper and brushes. Otherwise, the publishers might just toss it aside, no matter how good the drawing skills were. Presentation was just as important.

Soon, Dekisugi arrived at the nearby convenience store. He thought buying these drawing tools wouldn't cost too much, but there were so many options available.

Dekisugi, who had the knowledge of introductory manga, knew exactly what tools were necessary. However, because his memory was still incomplete, he could only pick out the important tools, relying on the knowledge he had absorbed so far. Other details would only be remembered when needed.

As Dekisugi entered the store, he planned to buy some manuscript paper and nibs. But when he saw the pen nibs, a whole series of uses and techniques for them popped into his mind. So, Dekisugi ended up buying all sorts of manga tools—ink, D nibs, G nibs, and more.

In the last two days, Dekisugi had spent all the pocket money he had saved for a year, and walked out of the store with only a 1,000-yen bill left.

It was quite a purchase, and the store owner couldn't help but smile at him.

Looking at the time, the sky was full of stars, and it was already around 8:00 or 9:00 PM. It would be too slow to walk back, and his parents usually got off work around 9:00. If they were unlucky, they might run into each other. Looking at the last 1,000 yen in his hand, he decided to call a taxi.

If one opportunity doesn't work out, another will.

Dekisugi felt confident because of the self-awareness of the original body. If he came home after 9:00 and his parents found out, things wouldn't be as easy for him. But he knew that taxis in Japan were expensive.

"I wonder if I have enough for the ride," he thought.

"What's the matter, kid? Why are you out so late?" The taxi driver asked, eyeing Dekisugi curiously.

"I need to get home. Please take me to this address," Dekisugi replied, opening the car door and getting in.

Taking a taxi was fast, but his money seemed to disappear just as quickly. A short ride like this would cost him 500 yen, and the base fare alone was 320 yen. Dekisugi knew how expensive Japanese taxis could be.

Sighing, he handed over the 500 yen to the driver and quickly walked into his yard. He used his own key to open the door. The house was dark, so it seemed his parents hadn't returned yet. Dekisugi felt relieved.

But after being so busy, Dekisugi realized he hadn't eaten dinner yet. Now that everything was done, he was suddenly very hungry. He quickly warmed up the dinner his parents had prepared in the morning and began to eat.

Today's meal was good—steak with rice, which was quite nutritious.

After finishing his meal, Dekisugi tidied up, then went back to his room to start drawing the manga he'd been thinking about for a long time. First, he drew all the characters, then began the first chapter of the first volume: "Being Called Kids."

As soon as he started working, he heard the door open. His parents must have just arrived home. He heard their footsteps as they went upstairs.

Since the original body usually went to bed at this time, Dekisugi figured his parents would check to see if he was asleep.

"Xiaoshan, are you asleep? Hmm? Xiaoshan, why aren't you asleep?" A soft female voice spoke—Xiaoshan's mother.

Xiaoshan's mother looked at Dekisugi, who was still sitting at the desk, and was taken aback. This was a rare situation.

"Mom, didn't I tell you this morning? I want to take some time to learn how to draw manga. I've finished reading all the books at home, so I wanted to find a hobby of my own," Dekisugi explained, looking back.

Dekisugi didn't know how to face his original body's parents, who were both familiar yet unfamiliar to him. Although he had memories of them, he didn't share the same intimacy as the original body. It felt a bit awkward.

"Okay, Xiaoshan. But you must go to bed before eleven o'clock," said a strong male voice. It was Xiaoshan's father, who had come upstairs and pulled his wife down.

His father was always supportive of his hobbies and interests.

"Understood," Dekisugi replied, watching as his parents closed the door and left. He continued to draw his manga. Though he had access to many skills from his memories, he couldn't use them recklessly, as doing so could cause muscle strain. Though ordinary people might not notice, Dekisugi was keenly aware of his limits.

Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, Dekisugi had drawn about one-third of the first chapter. Why was it so fast? Because he was essentially copying everything.

There was no need to think about anything. With his manga knowledge, he already had character designs, plotlines, and more from his previous life, so drawing was relatively easy.

Looking at the clock, it was already past 10:30. Dekisugi packed up his schoolbag and drawing tools, planning to take them to school tomorrow to draw during lunch.

After all, without the right supplements and materials, the unique exercise techniques in Dekisugi's mind couldn't be used fully, or it would put too much strain on the body. This was why he stuck to basic exercises like sit-ups and running.

With his physical condition in mind, Dekisugi finished his pre-bedtime exercise and got into bed. He was really tired after the long day.