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She could feel everyone's eyes on her, eyes filled with pity, impatience, and disappointment... She even felt like she couldn't breathe.
Just then, a calm voice rang out in the control room.
"Director Takahashi, perhaps I can give it a try."
All eyes instantly turned to the speaker—the original author, Yuto Itsuka, who had been sitting silently in the corner.
Both producer Ando and director Kinoshita showed expressions of surprise.
Shinsuke Takahashi turned his head and scrutinized Yuto from head to toe with an undisguised look of suspicion and contempt.
"You?" His tone was full of distrust. "Professor Itsuki, this is a recording studio, not your study."
"You are the original author, and we respect your understanding of the character, but voice acting is a professional field. How do you expect to try it out when you're an outsider?"
His words were very impolite, almost accusing Yuto of not knowing the rules and overstepping his bounds.
However, Yuto's expression did not change at all.
He stood up, walked to the control panel, and looked calmly at Director Takahashi.
“Of course I’m not trying to teach her how to do voice acting,” Yuto said. “The problem isn’t her voice technique, but that she hasn’t really seen the environment the character is in, and hasn’t heard the character’s inner voice.”
“The words on the script are flat; the seven words ‘On the battlefield, blood flows like a river’ cannot convey real fear.”
His words caused Director Takahashi's eyes to flicker slightly.
"so what?"
“So, I want to help her build that world.” Yuto’s tone was full of confidence. “Only by immersing her in it can she feel real emotions, instead of just imitating it through imagination.”
These words stunned everyone present.
Director Kinoshita seemed to understand what Yuto wanted to do.
Producer Ando looked completely incredulous.
Shinsuke Takahashi remained silent.
He stared at Yuto for a long time, as if trying to see through the young writer's heart.
Yuto's theory bears a striking resemblance to his own deep-seated pursuit of the ultimate in voice performance.
But he remained skeptical.
"That sounds plausible," Takahashi scoffed, a test. "So what do you plan to do? Put on a stage play for her here?"
“No need.” Yuto shook his head, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. “I just need a microphone and five minutes.”
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.
A writer, in the sacred place of sound supervision, uses a microphone to "help" voice actors?
This is an act of utter arrogance, unheard of before.
Aoyama Nanami watched all of this unfold through the glass and headphones in the recording studio.
She was completely confused.
Itsuka-sensei... is he going to personally take part in this?
why?
Why would he go to such lengths for himself?
A faint glimmer of hope ignited in her heart, but more than that, she felt apprehensive and uneasy about the unknown.
For the first time, Shinsuke Takahashi's face showed a genuine expression of interest.
He has seen thousands of voice actors and many original authors who criticize him, but he is the first person like Yuto Itsuka to make such a bold request on his turf.
A strange curiosity arose in his heart.
He wanted to see whether this young man was a blustering fool or a hidden genius.
“Okay.” Shinsuke Takahashi slapped the control panel and made the decision.
"I'll give you five minutes." His voice returned to its cold and stern tone.
"Prove to me that your theory isn't just empty talk, but if you're just wasting everyone's time..."
He paused.
"From today onwards, I do not want to hear any more comments from you regarding the dubbing at any of the recording sessions for 'Farming King'."
The bet has been placed.
The atmosphere in the entire recording studio froze at that moment.
All eyes were on Yuto Itsuka, filled with anticipation and skepticism.
Yuto didn't say another word, but calmly nodded to the staff member, signaling him to turn on the walkie-talkie in front of him.
He will face not only the challenge of rescuing Aoyama Nanami, but also a test of the abilities he brought back from the simulated world.
The intercom microphone in the control room lit up with a red light.
Yuto Itsuka did not speak immediately.
He closed his eyes, and the whole world seemed to quiet down.
The next second, a faint sound, transmitted through the monitor speakers, spread throughout the control room and recording studio.
That sound was the wind.
It wasn't a gentle spring breeze, but a mournful cry, carrying sand and the stench of blood, sweeping across the desolate battlefield.
The wind carried the faint, distant clanging of metal, sharp and piercing, one sound after another, like the scythe of death reaping lives.
Then came a sound from even closer.
A dull thud, like a heavy object falling to the ground.
Then came heavy, labored breathing with a "hoarse" sound—the last breath from the throat of a dying person.
In the control room, everyone held their breath.
Producer Ando's mouth dropped open, and he forgot to close it.
Director Kinoshita leaned forward, gripping the edge of the control panel tightly with both hands, his eyes filled with disbelief.
For the first time, a noticeable change appeared on Shinsuke Takahashi's usually unchanging, icy face.
His pupils contracted slightly as he stared intently at Yuto.
This is no longer within the scope of voice acting.
This effect was created by sound engineers layering countless audio tracks, but now it is flowing realistically from one person's mouth.
Aoyama Nanami stood in front of the microphone, her whole body stiffening.
She felt as if she were no longer in a cold recording studio, but truly standing on a battlefield strewn with corpses.
Beneath my feet lay sticky earth, and the air was thick with the smells of rust and death.
The sounds coming through the headphones seemed to have a physical presence, penetrating her eardrums and striking deep into her soul.
Just then, Yuto's voice rang out.
He was referring to Anna's line.
"...Your Highness, please, please leave here immediately..."
He carried a deliberately suppressed sense of naivety, but his voice contained complex emotions that were difficult to describe.
The fear of witnessing the horrors of hell firsthand caused his voice to tremble uncontrollably at the end.
His unwavering commitment to fulfilling his duties as a guard made his voice as taut as a bowstring.
There was also an almost imperceptible, rustic accent, originating from a country girl, that unconsciously slipped out under extreme tension.
That wasn't a performance.
That's the real reaction of someone in dire straits.
"...I...I will stop them..."
His voice suddenly rose a fraction in the last sentence, carrying a resolute determination to risk everything.
He portrayed that "pretending to be strong," that feigned strength with all his might, to the fullest extent.
After the sound faded, the control room fell into dead silence.
You can hear the needle drop.
Yuto opened his eyes and calmly looked at Aoyama Nanami on the other side of the glass.
Nanami's eyes were already brimming with tears.
She looked at Yuto, her eyes filled with shock, gratitude, and a more complex emotion.
At this moment, Yuuto Itsuka's figure miraculously overlapped with that of "Mr. X," the anonymous mentor who guided and saved her in a unique way in the simulated world, deep in her memory.
Yes, that's the feeling.
Instead of rigidly teaching her "you should do it this way," we create a world for her to experience and understand for herself.
“…Mr. X?” She subconsciously uttered the title in a trembling voice, only she could hear it.
“Ms. Aoyama.” Coach Takahashi’s voice broke the silence, but this time, his voice lacked sternness. Instead, it carried an unprecedented, almost solemn tone, “Are you ready?”
Nanami snapped back to reality, nodded vigorously, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
She looked at the microphone again, her eyes completely changed.
"Yes!"
She took a deep breath, and when she spoke again, Anna, the head maid who had been trembling with fear but still gripping the sword hilt with all her might to shield the princess, came back to life.
"Yes, Your Highness, Anna will serve as your sword and shield... without hesitation!"
Her voice contained unwavering loyalty, resilience honed through hardship, and a tenderness unique to young girls, hidden deep within their hearts.
She perfectly captured that "vulnerability beneath a facade of strength."
"...Cut! OK!"
Director Kinoshita shouted excitedly, slapping his thigh in exhilaration.
A collective sigh of relief and admiration rang out in the control room.
The members of the production team looked at Yuto Itsuka with a gaze that had changed from initial doubt to complete awe.
Shinsuke Takahashi leaned back in his chair, looking at Yuto with a complicated expression.
He didn't praise her directly, but spoke into the walkie-talkie in a businesslike tone: "Ms. Aoyama, you had a great feeling just now. Keep it up, next section."
But everyone present could tell that this was the highest praise that the stern sound supervisor could give.
He turned to look at Yuto and said in a deep voice, "Itsuka-sensei, you are very good."
With the crisis resolved, the recording work proceeded smoothly and efficiently.
It was as if Aoyama Nanami had suddenly unlocked her full potential; every performance afterward perfectly captured the soul of the character.
Yuto Itsuka became a special presence in the recording studio.
He doesn't talk much, but whenever a voice actor misunderstands a character, Director Takahashi would subconsciously glance at him and ask for his opinion.
He became the most crucial bridge connecting creators and performers.
……
By the time the recording ended, it was already dusk.
Yin Qi (1) 3 Er Er Jiu Ren Er Qingshan Qi Hai caught up with Itsuka Yuuto, who was about to leave, in the corridor.
"Teacher Itsuka!"
Yuto stopped and turned around.
"Thank you so much for today... I really, really thank you!" Nanami bowed deeply to him at a ninety-degree angle and remained standing for a long time.
"It was nothing," Yuto smiled. "You have talent, I just helped you break through that barrier."
"No, that's not it!" Nanami suddenly raised her head, her eyes sparkling.
“Your method… is exactly the same as that of a mentor I know.”