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[Tokyo, Japan | Aman Tokyo Hotel, Otemachi]
The city of Tokyo was a sprawling ocean of neon and glass, quieted only by the thick, soundproofed windows of the luxury suite on the thirty-third floor.
Regal Seraphsail stood by the glass, watching the early morning light crest over the Imperial Palace gardens.
The cherry blossoms were just weeks away from their full, fleeting bloom, a visual reminder of the fleeting nature of time; a theme he had recently spent months obsessing over while directing [I Want To Eat Your Pancreas].
…though it was all covered in CGI.
For the first time in what felt like a decade, his mind wasn't racing toward the next production slate.
Sure he knows he needs to get back to [The Dark Knight] second chapter once he goes back to Los Angeles, and he is still keeping an eye on [John Wick] global run.
But here, in Tokyo, Regal was officially on a break.
"Please don't look at that city like that. I seriously doubt they're planning to sell it."
Gwendolyn's voice was thick with sleep.
She padded across the floor, wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, her bare feet making almost no sound.
She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, resting her chin comfortably between his shoulder blades.
"Just admiring the architecture." Regal murmured, leaning back into her embrace. He reached up, covering her hands with his own. "Did you sleep?"
"Like the dead," Gwendolyn sighed contentedly. "Twelve hours of uninterrupted, non-corporate sleep. I didn't even get a single call or message from Maggie either. I could get used to this."
Regal chuckled, turning in her arms to face her. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Don't get too comfortable. We still have a book launch to handle tomorrow."
Gwendolyn groaned, letting her forehead rest heavily against his chest. "You just had to remind me, huh…? Though, I have to admit... this one feels different."
For a change, Regal brought up something that Gwendolyn usually liked to tease him about. "What's wrong? Are you seriously complaining about our sixth daughter? Already tired?" He grinned, tapping the tip of her nose. "Don't worry, this will be our second-to-last child of this genre. So just one more baby after this… easy peasy."
That broke the groggy, early-morning tension, and Gwendolyn burst into a bright, genuine laugh.
[Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince]
It did feel different.
They were in Japan to release the highly anticipated translated edition of the latest [Harry Potter] volume.
But unlike the previous international releases, where Everleaf Press relied on staff of localized translation firms, this specific edition had been handled entirely in-house.
More accurately, it had been handled by Regal himself.
A familiar, translucent blue screen flickered briefly in his peripheral vision.
•-------[SKILL ACTIVATED]-------•
「Unique Skill: [Polyglottery] is active.」
「Enhances language acquisition speed, comprehension, and fluency across multiple languages.」
•-----------------------------•
Ever since acquiring the skill when his debut film, [Following], achieved Rank A status, Regal had done far more than use it during international press tours. He had personally and meticulously translated the Japanese edition of his book.
He knew how easily the nuances of magic, the distinct voices of his characters, and the subtle emotional subtext could be lost in corporate translation.
He wasn't about to let someone else dilute his world for a demographic he cared deeply about.
"I still think you're insane for translating a six-hundred-page fantasy novel by yourself between shooting a superhero movie and an action thriller." Gwendolyn said, looking up at him with a mix of awe and exasperation. "I literally run a publishing empire, Regal. I could have hired the best translation team in Tokyo."
"And they would have made the dialogue sound like a textbook." Regal countered smoothly. "I needed the spells to carry the right cultural weight, and the humor to actually translate. You can't outsource a soul, Gwen."
"You're impossible." She smiled, reaching up to fix a stray lock of his blond hair. "But the Japanese readers are going to lose their minds. Do you have any idea how much they already revere you here?"
Regal looked back out at the city.
He knew, because his relationship with Japan was built on a foundation of profound, mutual respect.
Unlike how many just barge into their market like a typical Hollywood conqueror.
He had directed [Death Note] with a reverent accuracy that had stunned local audiences, honoring the Shinigami lore instead of westernizing it into a cheap cash grab.
Also acquired Crunchyroll, not to exploit anime, but to elevate it, treating the medium with the same prestige as live-action cinema. He had written a Half-Japanese protagonist, Sakura, with a depth and emotional honesty that had devastated the country.
He wasn't just a Western director to them, but a creator who understood their heart.
"Come on." Regal said, setting his coffee mug down and taking her hand. "Get dressed. We can't be spending our first real day off in a hotel room. I have a reservation, and some old friends are waiting."
….
[Later that Evening | Shinjuku District]
The izakaya was tucked away in a quiet alley off the neon-drenched arteries of Shinjuku, and they were in a private, traditional establishment.
Regal and Gwendolyn were seated at a low wooden table in a private back room.
The shoji screen slid open.
"I still can't believe you're actually here, and not locked in an editing bay." Masashi Kishimoto stepped into the room, beaming.
He looked entirely different from the exhausted and underconfident artist Regal had met in a cramped Tokyo apartment years ago. He looked healthy, confident, and carried the quiet, undeniable aura of a man who was currently penning one of the most successful manga in the world.
Right behind him was Kento Nanami.
The former financial worker turned voice-acting titan was dressed in a sharp, impeccably tailored suit.
"Kishimoto-sensei. Nanami." Regal stood up, offering a respectful bow before pulling both men into brief, genuine embraces. "It's been too long."
"Too long indeed, you crazy bastard." Nanami muttered in English, his lips twitching into a rare, fond smile. He turned to Gwendolyn, bowing politely. "Oulworth-san. It is an honor to see you again."
"Just Gwendolyn, please." She smiled warmly, gesturing for them to sit.
Kishimoto laughed, taking a seat on the cushion opposite Regal. "It is good to see you both looking so well. Though, Regal-san... the news out of America says you are directing [The Dark Knight] now. How are you sitting in an izakaya in Tokyo?"
"Fede Álvarez is handling final checks." Regal explained, pouring sake into Kishimoto and Nanami's small ceramic cups. "I had a small window, and I wanted to be here for the Japanese launch of the book."
Nanami took a sip of his sake, his sharp eyes studying Regal. "I read the advance copy you sent." he said. "The translation doesn't feel like a localization. It reads as though it was written in Japanese from the start. The phrasing, the rhythm, even the emotional cadence feel completely natural. Did you really translate it yourself?"
"He did." Gwendolyn said. "And he lost a concerning amount of sleep over it. Please scold him, Nanami-san. He refuses to listen to me."
"I would never scold the man who gave me my career." Nanami replied smoothly, though his eyes gleamed with respect. "But it is a monumental achievement, Regal. The fans are already camping outside the bookstores in Akihabara. Tomorrow is going to be chaotic."
Regal rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking a bit weary. "That's actually part of why I wanted to meet with you both tonight," he said. "The launch event tomorrow is going to be huge. Everleaf's local partners rented a grand hall, and thousands of people are expected to show up."
Kishimoto tilted his head, sensing the hesitation in Regal's voice. "You do not like the grand stages?"
"Obviously I don't mind large events." Regal clarified. "But this is different. Japan has been far too good to me for me to stand on a massive stage behind a podium, delivering a speech like some visiting dignitary. It feels distant, corporate, and I wanted this release to feel personal, less like a presentation and more like a conversation between friends."
The room fell quiet for a moment, the only sound was the faint sizzle of the grill from the kitchen outside.
Kishimoto stared into his sake cup, tracing the rim with his thumb.
He thought about a cramped apartment years ago. He thought about the Hollywood billionaire who had sat cross-legged on his tatami floor, patiently practicing brush strokes while helping a frustrated artist bring the soul of [Naruto] to life, never once demanding credit, recognition, or control. Most of all, he thought about the simple truth that his career, his dream, and the legacy he had built all rested on the foundation of Regal Seraphsail's quiet, unwavering faith in him.
Kishimoto looked up, his eyes shining with absolute determination.
"Let me do it."
Regal blinked. "Do what?"
"Let me present the book tomorrow," Kishimoto said firmly. "Don't hand that responsibility to a host or a celebrity presenter. I want to stand before the audience and introduce you to the people of my country."
Gwendolyn was taken aback, but she was excited.
She looked at Kishimoto, instantly realizing the sheer cultural magnitude of what he was offering.
Masashi Kishimoto is practically royalty in the Japanese entertainment sphere right now.
For him to step out of his notoriously private life, walk onto a stage, and personally present a Western fantasy author to the Japanese public... it wasn't just a favor.
It was an endorsement of the highest, most sacred order. It was the ultimate bridge between their two worlds.
"Kishimoto-sensei..." Regal started, his voice unusually soft. "You don't have to do that. Your schedule is brutal enough with the weekly serialization–"
"Regal-san." Kishimoto interrupted gently. "Before anyone knew my name, you believed in me. You sat on my floor, listened to my ideas, and treated my dream with a respect it hadn't yet earned. You helped give me the world. Please... let me repay a small part of that by introducing you to mine."
Nanami set his cup down with a quiet clink.
He looked at Regal, a faint, proud smile on his face. "You cannot refuse him, Regal. It is a matter of honor now, and frankly... I will be standing right beside him to read the character excerpts."
Regal looked across the table at the two men.
Two titans of their respective industries, both of whom he had helped lift into the light, now use their formidable presence to shield and elevate him in return.
He felt Gwendolyn's hand slip into his beneath the table, her fingers squeezing him tightly.
Regal let out a long, slow exhale, a genuine, unguarded smile breaking across his face.
"Alright." Regal said quietly, raising his sake cup. "Tomorrow, we will do it your way, my friends."
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[To be continued…]
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