Great Mangaka

Alice slept until noon, then had lunch with Takumi and his mother, and in the afternoon began evaluating Takumi's homework.

She gave him a pile of questions to evaluate his progress and then played on the computer while he did them.

News that Detective Conan sales had surpassed The Detective Sherlock spread online, and disputes between readers on both sides were evident. Thousands of readers' blessings also appeared on Hinotori Publishing's official website.

Alice also found a chat program on the computer. She opened it out of curiosity and logged in automatically.

Before she could close it, the group message popped up with a beep:

"Hahaha! Detective Conan sales in Osaka have surpassed The Detective Sherlock's! It's incredible! Sisters, I remember many people in the chat group said it was impossible to surpass it. Where are they now? Where are they? Their faces are swollen!"

"Hey, hey, I disagree. Back then, Kaito Kid hadn't come out yet. Who would have thought that Mirai-sensei would suddenly create this handsome guy!"

"Yes, yes, we were not wrong. It's all thanks to Mirai-sensei's genius!"

"I read the book several times this morning. Conan almost caught Kaito Kid. He's very smart! But Kaito Kid was so cunning that he escaped. No one won. It was so exciting to watch! This book also comes with a bookmark...".

"Stop, no spoilers! Our book is not on sale yet!"

After glancing at it, Alice quickly closed the chat. 'She didn't want Takumi to get angry.'

Luckily, Alice didn't discover that the chat group Takumi had joined was only for girls; otherwise, her opinion of Takumi would have drastically changed.

At that moment...

"I'm done!"

Takumi stopped writing.

Alice was startled. She looked at the time and saw that it was before 4:00 PM, but she had spent several hours preparing the questions, and Takumi only had about ten minutes. There was content from several subjects, and also an essay. 'Did it take him longer to write it?'

"Don't take it lightly! I promised Aika-san that the tutor would be strict!" Alice didn't believe Takumi could complete the questions, frowned, and took the exam.

She was stunned.

"It's impossible!"

Alice carefully examined the exam and read it item by item with wide eyes. "This one is correct, and that one too. All the blanks are well-written. The answer is almost perfect, with no typos." Alice could consider it the standard answer.

She knew that Takumi had placed second in the high school entrance exam, so she applied a lot of first-year textbook knowledge to the exam. Unexpectedly, Takumi mastered this knowledge.

'What a tutor! This child doesn't need him at all!'

"Did you learn this by yourself?"

Alice looked at Takumi in astonishment.

"Yes, I've recently been drawing and reading books, and I've practically mastered the content of the first year of high school."

Takumi nodded.

'Recently?' Alice remembered that it had been less than two weeks since she brought the textbook home, and those two weeks were the busiest. Takumi had drawn two Kaito Kid manuscripts, and the manuscripts for regular serialization were also ready. His free time should not have exceeded four days.

"Chirp."

Alice felt her throat dry up. 'Was the person in front of her a human or a monster? Not only was he the youngest and best-selling original mangaka, but he was also a genius in his studies. Who else in the world was more talented than him?'

'Could it be that Takumi was so talented at everything he did?' Alice felt a little absurd, but also a little excited. 'Perhaps this child was an uncut jade. If she could guide him properly, could he achieve any goal?'

This idea changed Alice's opinion of Takumi. When she left, Takumi broke into a cold sweat.

"There's something wrong with her eyes. Did she treat me like a guinea pig?"

Takumi was a little worried, but he forgot about it in the blink of an eye, because by answering Alice's exam, he had successfully proven his suspicion from the morning: the use of the "air mass" is not limited to the head.

In the afternoon, Takumi let the "air mass" flow into his hands and noticed that his speed increased, his grip on the pen was better, and his hands no longer hurt after writing.

Takumi then understood that the first impression of a flash of inspiration had deceived him for a long time. It was not a flash of inspiration, but something that stimulated potential. Perhaps the "air mass" was its original appearance.

From time to time, this kind of "air mass" would appear in Takumi's mind. As soon as it appeared, it would immediately dissipate in his head and body, causing Takumi to enter a state of "limit" beyond the usual. In that state, his thinking was more sensitive, his body movements were faster, and his understanding of details was perfect.

It was a magical state, almost like a computer, but unfortunately, it didn't last long. The overworked body felt tired after the "air mass" disappeared.

However, Takumi can now control the "air mass," and the effect is different.

As long as the previous "air mass" does not disappear, the new air arising in the head will fill it, and no new ones will appear. Takumi will not fall into a state of madness if he controls the amount of use. He can temporarily sensitize himself and also increase the speed of his hands and other physical abilities.

Of course, these are not the key points. The key is...

"The body can get used to it,"

Takumi thought excitedly. Just like an athlete, as long as Takumi used the "air mass" to increase the speed of his hands or other physical abilities again and again, and persevered, his body would remember the sensation and become stronger and stronger.

He discovered that he could master many skills and draw manga with greater beauty and speed!

"Potential stimulation... No, that's too ugly; let's just call it spiritual energy." Takumi gave this ability a new name, leaving behind the word "spiritual," which means a flash of inspiration, and "energy," which means an unknown but usable source of energy!

He was in a very good mood, so he sent a message to Shiori telling her that he would send her a single volume of Detective Conan.

In the evening, Takumi arrived at the back gate of Osaka's N.º 1 High School and soon saw Shiori coming out of the wall with her hat on.

With a "whoosh," she landed softly, stood up, and took off her hat, smiling: "Takumi, others say that 'villagers shed tears when they meet,' but you, without batting an eye, left a nostalgic girl at school for more than ten days without paying attention."

"You feel nostalgic too?"

Takumi showed a strange expression, and then smiled and said, "Okay, I apologize."

"Don't apologize; since you're so kind as to send me the single volume of Detective Conan, I can't be angry with you." Shiori extended her hand: "Give it to me."

Takumi handed her the manga and three bookmarks.

"My classmates said they would only give one bookmark per book. You're very generous, and these are three different bookmarks." Shiori, surprised, put away the bookmarks and went to the small supermarket: "Come on, to express my gratitude, I'll treat you to some mineral water."

Mineral water?