Once, my mother caught the cold and told me; "Go to the local clinic and bring some cold medicine back for me." And so, I went. Once they called out my waiting number, the doctor ran out and said to me, "Come! Hirohiko-kin, take off your clothes, I'm going to give you a needle." What! The one with the cold isn't me! "You're lying." At the time, I was really mad. However, now that I think about it, the whole experience itself seems funny in hindsight. In fact, I feel that this story is a precious experience for me to becoming a top notch manga artist.
