Takumi had given her many comics and novels before.
When those graphic novels were published, they received great acclaim.
And now, they were finally animated.
So she wanted Takumi to watch them as well.
She wanted to know whether the results matched Takumi's expectations.
After all, Takumi had already seen these works in his previous life.
She was curious about the differences between what they produced here and what Takumi remembered.
She wanted to study the gap and learn from it.
Hearing her say this, Takumi was briefly stunned.
Then he showed some surprise.
"Already finished?"
"That was fast."
No one could match this speed.
Takumi had given the material to her last year, and she had already completed an adaptation by this year.
He was genuinely curious.
"Sister Ganyu, you come too."
"We'll be watching the anime here this afternoon."
After saying this, Yae Miko dragged Ganyu toward the screening room.
Seeing this, Takumi followed along.
When they arrived there, Yae Miko immediately began preparing.
She brought out the completed animation.
Then she messaged someone to buy snacks.
After arranging everything, she sat down—right beside Takumi.
Smiling, she said:
"You have to give a good review."
"I spent a lot of effort producing this."
Then she pressed play.
Ganyu was curious as well.
Material from Takumi?
Anime from another world?
It seemed to be the series that was extremely popular now.
Of course she had heard of it.
So she watched intently.
As the animation began, Takumi watched seriously.
"…Hmm."
From the very beginning, he wanted to complain.
Hearing Takumi's reaction, Yae Miko raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong?"
"Isn't it good?"
It had barely started—what was he already criticizing?
Takumi shook his head.
"We'll talk after we finish watching."
To be honest, when compared with what Takumi had seen before, the version Yae Miko made had noticeable shortcomings.
But considering that this was only their early attempt, he let it go for now.
Hearing this, Yae Miko was confused.
Why not say it immediately?
After watching it?
Did that mean there were serious issues?
She became depressed, staring at the screen while trying to figure out the problem.
But the more she looked, the more satisfied she felt.
What exactly was wrong?
For a moment, Yae Miko fell into a slump.
She watched even more seriously.
For her, this was unacceptable.
She had overseen the entire production.
Being denied before it even started hurt her pride.
Ganyu noticed her gloomy expression, feeling slightly awkward.
Takumi really had managed to crush the fox's enthusiasm in an instant.
Shaking her head, she continued watching.
In Ganyu's eyes, it was still very good.
At least, that was her opinion.
After the anime finished, Yae Miko immediately turned to Takumi.
"Tell me. What's the problem?"
She was eager to know.
Takumi touched his chin, then spoke:
"Well, instead of me explaining it, you should see it for yourself."
He reached out and tapped her forehead.
Using the power of the Herrscher, he transmitted the anime he remembered directly into her mind.
As the images appeared, Yae Miko froze completely.
The difference in art style was enormous.
"…Emm."
She went silent.
So that was the issue.
No wonder.
She finally understood.
The painting styles were completely different—of course Takumi reacted the way he did.
"Does this mean we have to remake it?"
"Was all my effort wasted?"
Although her adaptation was good, the version in Takumi's memory was much better.
Yae Miko bit her nails anxiously.
She became irritable.
Redoing everything would be extremely difficult.
"Now you see?"
"Actually, I'm confused. Didn't the original manga already show the art style?"
"So why did yours turn out different?"
That was what troubled Takumi most.
The correct art style was right there in the manga material.
How had it changed completely once it reached Yae Miko's team?
Hearing this, Yae Miko's forehead filled with metaphorical black lines.
"The artists said the original style didn't fit their aesthetics."
Takumi went numb.
"What do you mean, 'doesn't fit their aesthetics'?"
"It doesn't matter whether it fits their aesthetics."
"Compare what I gave you with what you made."
"Which one looks better?"
"You're making this for the audience, not for the artists."
"If they can't adapt, fire them."
"Go recruit new artists from the academies."
"What would happen if their 'aesthetics' made them redraw JOJO someday?"
"Ridiculous."
Takumi scolded Yae Miko thoroughly.
Her face darkened.
Good grief—why was she being scolded?
She didn't draw it!
Listening to Takumi, she grew even more depressed.
"Hmph… whatever."
"I'll go yell at them."
Then she stomped out angrily.
If Takumi scolded her, she would scold someone else—it was only fair.
Ganyu watched silently.
After seeing Yae Miko leave, she looked at Takumi with curiosity.
"What did you show her?"
"Can I see it?"
She wanted to understand the difference.
Takumi didn't refuse.
He transmitted another memory into Ganyu's mind.
Once she saw it, she understood immediately.
Two entirely different styles.
And the one from Takumi's memory was clearly more harmonious and coherent.
"Alright. I understand."
Ganyu nodded.
No wonder Takumi reacted from the very beginning.
"Let's go. Since she left, we should leave too."
Takumi stood up, took Shenhe's hand, and walked out.
With Yae Miko gone, there was no reason to stay.
They quietly slipped away.
Ganyu followed after them.
The three left together.
They took the elevator down, and Takumi checked the time.
It was already noon.
He simply headed toward Xiangling's shop, pulling Ganyu along.
Seeing this, Ganyu wanted to refuse immediately.
She did not want to get fat again.