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... ors took a commemorative photo with the whiteboard in the background.


The director, writer, as well as lead and supporting actors, looked forward with bright smiles.


"Everyone else, please come this way."


Maru stood up with the script in his hand. The minor actors stood in a row next to the lead actors.


"To the left a little more. Yes, good. If I say one, two, three, please say fighting. Well then, one, two, three!"


Fighting – Maru shou ...

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