In mid-July, Rei entered a period of high-pressure work for the first ti in a while.
Works with romance and urban settings like Your Na did not carry the sa broad comrcial value as Demon Slayer. There were fewer unique elents to develop across clothing, props, jewellery, figures, brand collaborations, copyright licensing, and gas. The IP developnt potential was structurally more limited.
Rei did not treat it as less important for that reason.
The energy he invested in promoting a work he brought to this Japan was not determined by its inherent comrcial value. It was determined by how much he liked it.
Your Na was his second favourite among Makoto Shinkai’s works. The ranking went: Five Centiters Per Second first, Your Na second, Voices of a Distant Star third, The Garden of Words, Suzu, Weathering With You after that. The promotional schedule he had arranged for Your Na reflected this.
The days moved toward July 16th.
On July 14th, the latest Attack on Titan episode aired. The new Chapter had finally reached genuinely compelling plot territory. The Survey Corps recruited Eren, and the first operation after joining was an investigation mission outside the walls.
As the plot developed, Commander Erwin, piecing together the clues available to him, began formulating a plan to use Eren as bait to draw out the Titans hiding within human society. The arc had only just started building montum.
Under the promotional spending of Shirogane Animation, running into the billions of yen, the ani community was temporarily subrged by Your Na coverage. dia outlets receiving promotional fees began deploying their influence.
"Shirogane-sensei’s new film Your Na opens July 16th. Pre-sale box office has already cleared 2 billion yen. A strong contender for this year’s sumr season championship."
"The twenty-two-year-old Shirogane-sensei creates another romance work. Unlike seven years ago, he has graduated and is in a relationship. Online rumours that Your Na is a tragic film are false."
"Internal screening of Your Na before release received unanimous praise from attendees."
"In Japan’s ani and film industries, Shirogane-sensei no longer has genuine rivals. With tens of millions of fans who actively spend money, his appeal in the entertainnt market exceeds that of conventional top-tier celebrities."
"Director Luma, a well-known figure from the previous generation of filmmakers, stated publicly that Shirogane-sensei’s films have no artistic value and that dostic audiences who prefer ani films simply lack aesthetic taste. The combined lifeti box office of his twenty-seven films does not match the Infinity Castle arc alone. His perspective is noted."
"Major dia outlets’ post-release box office projections for Your Na range from 24 billion to 44 billion yen. Whether it becos the highest-grossing romance film in Japanese cinema history, as Shirogane-sensei suggested in interviews, will be confird tomorrow."
The promotional material was reaching the Japanese public through every available channel simultaneously. And this ti, the audience it was attracting extended beyond Rei’s existing fan base and the ani community.
Demon Slayer had no casual audience. However strong its reputation had been during the spring holiday season, the structural barrier remained: if you had not watched the television series, you could not aningfully engage with the film. This was true in Japan and had been true in Rei’s previous life.
The extraordinary dostic box office of the Demon Slayer theatrical releases was built entirely on the foundation of readers and viewers cultivated through years of magazine serialisation, television broadcast, ho release, and tankōbon sales. Remove that foundation and the box office would not exist.
Your Na did not have this barrier. A casual moviegoer who knew nothing about Shirogane Animation’s other properties could walk into the cinema on July 16th and watch it without any prior knowledge required.
For the first ti this year, Japan’s casual film audience had an unobstructed opportunity to see the new work by the creator of the spring holiday season box office champion.
July 16th. Friday.
From noon onward, the Japanese film market grew restless. Industry professionals and fans alike were watching the clock toward the seven o’clock premiere window.
The fan forums beca active from the afternoon.
"Ti is moving so slowly. Why do I have to work on a Friday."
"Students have it just as bad. School does not finish until five-thirty. I need to see Shirogane-sensei’s new work."
"I am going with my girlfriend to the premiere. Shirogane-sensei, do not use deceptive marketing. You said Your Na has a happy ending. If I sit down and it turns out like Five Centiters Per Second, I am switching sides permanently."
"Truly bold. Believing Shirogane-sensei will produce a happy ending is a specific category of optimism I cannot endorse."
"Let us review. Hikaru no Go: Sai died, bad ending. Five Centiters Per Second: male and female leads separated, bad ending.
Tonight: male lead died, bad ending. Arcane: the father died, Viktor died, Jinx died, bad ending. Hunter x Hunter: Gon lost his Nen, unfinished, unclear.
Demon Slayer: based on the first Infinity Castle arc film alone, the second and third parts are going to be devastating. Summary: the people who believe Your Na has a happy ending are the people scamrs dream of finding."
"I believe it has a happy ending."
"I said what I said."
"Shirogane-sensei explicitly stated in an interview that it has a happy ending. He said it directly."
"He also implied Demon Slayer would have controlled casualties. I watched Shinobu Kocho die in the first thirty minutes of the Infinity Castle film. I am applying appropriate scepticism."
"Your Na is a romance film with a modern setting. The genre conventions alone suggest a happier resolution than his action works. I am cautiously optimistic."
"The pre-sale figures are serious. 2 billion yen in pre-sales for a standalone romance film with no prior series. That is an audience that has decided before seeing a single fra."
"If this film makes cry in front of my girlfriend I am going to need Shirogane-sensei to personally apologise to ."
"He will not apologise. He will release another film that makes you cry again in two years."
"This is correct and I will buy a ticket for that one too."
"Seven o’clock. Two hours remaining. I am leaving work early and I do not care."
...
At six in the evening, Yuna Sato sat with her legs crossed, drinking delivered coffee, checking the ti repeatedly.
5:50. 5:55. 6:00.
The mont it turned six she shut her computer and left the office first. She was not spending a single extra second at this job today.
On the elevator down she was already refreshing the forums on her phone. She found sowhere nearby to eat quickly, then headed straight for the cinema.
For a hardcore ani fan with dozens of fan groups on her phone, films like Your Na and Demon Slayer had to be seen at the premiere. Wait even a day and the group chats would have spoiled everything.
When Five Centiters Per Second released four years ago I went alone. I was so heartbroken I could not eat for two days.
A trace of sothing appeared at the corners of her mouth at this mory.
Four years later, still going alone.
Whatever. Happy ending or bad ending, I will watch it first and decide how to feel afterward.
She walked through the cinema entrance.
She had expected the cosplayers. Seeing them still lifted her mood imdiately. Shinobu Kocho. Rengoku. Tanjiro and Nezuko from Demon Slayer. Hisoka and the Chairman from Hunter x Hunter. Saitama from One-Punch Man.
Real life was exhausting. A crowd of ani fans gathered in one place was genuinely joyful.
The two-hundred-kilogram Saitama cosplayer in the yellow bodysuit was sothing else entirely. His layers of fat moved independently as he walked. Yuna stared for a mont and then looked away.
She collected her ticket and checked the ti. Ten minutes until the show. Perfect.
In the entire sumr season there were only five genuine big productions, Your Na among them. One film had originally been scheduled for July 16th as well, but after Your Na confird the sa date it simply moved.
After last year’s sumr season and this year’s spring holiday slot, Japan’s filmmakers had been criticising Shirogane-sensei’s films for lacking artistic value. Their scheduling decisions said sothing different.
Nobody wanted to test their film against Your Na in the sa window.
Romance works, and especially animated romance films, did not typically generate high box office numbers. But Demon Slayer should not have been able to take the spring holiday season championship either. With a creator like Shirogane-sensei, certainty went out the window.
Your Na had been given a 55 percent screen share on opening day. Ninety percent of the people in the cinema were here for it. There were no obvious competitors. Yuna did not even bother going to the forums to argue with fans of other films. The box office data would arrive soon enough.
The queue began moving. She filed in.
She had bought a middle seat in a large hall. Over seventy percent of the seats were already filled when she arrived. Only the corners and front row had gaps.
The murmur of the crowd slowly quietened as the lights went down.
Yuna’s heart rate climbed.
The screen lit.
An animated sequence of outer space. A teorite, static for a mont, then moving. Passing through clouds, descending all the way down to a large lake below.
A soft female voice, pleasant but carrying sothing slightly sad.
"In the morning, when I wake up, why do I find myself crying?"
"Things like this happen from ti to ti."
A male voice joined.
"I can never rember the dreams I have had."
"It’s just..."
"It’s just..."
Both voices together.
"There is a feeling that sothing is about to disappear, and even after waking up, it never goes away."
The screen brightened fully. A young woman tying her hair with a red ribbon at a dressing table, then heading out. Bright morning light, a bustling city, a woman walking down the street.
In the first few dozen seconds, the technical standard of the animation was already visible. The Japan version’s technical level was not behind Rei’s previous life. With lower labour costs and a more competitive employnt environnt, the people whose nas appeared in the credits were the absolute top tier of Japan’s animation industry.
Anyone who had been scouted by Illumination Production Company to work on a production at this budget level would have been a senior technical veteran at any other studio.
A film made by people at this level was not just going to look good.
Yuna could feel it clearly: the image quality here was sothing she liked even more than the Demon Slayer film. More delicate. More precise in the small details.
This was natural. The team that had finished Demon Slayer and then moved to Your Na had continued developing. Each production built on the previous one. The people whose nas appeared in both credits had grown between them.
Gradually, the theatre went completely still. Not just the whisperers. The people who had not yet settled and were still on their phones put them away. Yuna looked around and saw nothing but darkness and the glow of the screen. Not a single disruption. Not even a child crying sowhere in the back rows.
Perfect, she thought.
The early plot of Your Na revolved around the male and female leads in a fictional parallel-world version of Tokyo within the Japan dinsion.
"I have always been searching. Searching for soone."
"This feeling. It all stems from that day."
"That day, the day a cot crossed the sky."
The two had not yet t. Their inner voices matched without either of them knowing it. As they each boarded their separate city trains for the morning, a beautiful BGM began.
On the night years ago when the cot had crossed the sky, a boy and a girl in different locations had both looked up. The sky was thick with stars. The cot left a rainbow-coloured trail behind it, splitting the sky in two.
In a live-action film, the beauty of a scene like this was limited by what could actually be photographed. In animation, colour was not bound by reality. The only limit was how beautiful the image was in the creator’s mind and what the production budget allowed. Here, both limits had been pushed as far as they could go.
The leads in the film were not the only ones affected.
"That day."
"It was like a scene from a dream."
"So breathtakingly beautiful."
"So breathtakingly beautiful."
Their thoughts arrived in unison.
The singing began. The Your Na the played.
An indescribable quality of atmosphere moved through Yuna.
In romance works, atmosphere was everything. Five minutes in, through the parallel inner voices of a man and a woman living in the sa city without knowing each other, the film had placed a hook in her chest.
What had happened that night when the cot appeared?
What was the thing the two of them were always unconsciously grieving, the thing they had forgotten?
Why was this film called Your Na?
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