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Harada comprometida con la serie Tekken

Autor : Isabella Actualizar : Feb 22,2025

Harada de Tekken explora nuevas vías profesionales en LinkedIn, lo que provocó especulaciones.

Salida de Bandai Namco?

Surgieron informes, originados por un medio de comunicación japonés (Genki \ _jpn en X), que muestra un puesto de LinkedIn por el director de Tekken Katsuhiro Harada. La publicación indicó la apertura de Harada a nuevas oportunidades y puestos, incluido el productor ejecutivo, director de juegos, roles de desarrollo comercial, vicepresidente o marketing, todo con sede en Tokio. Esto impulsó las preocupaciones entre los fanáticos con respecto a su posible partida de Bandai Namco, su empleador de tres décadas y el lugar de nacimiento de la franquicia Tekken.

Harada aborda la especulación

Harada, conocida por su presencia activa en las redes sociales en X, se dirigió rápidamente a los rumores del remolino. Aclaró que no está dejando Bandai Namco; En cambio, su objetivo es expandir su red profesional y colaborar con más personas dentro de la industria. Su actualización de LinkedIn, explicó, sirve como una herramienta para facilitar estas conexiones y ampliar sus horizontes.

Esta noticia ofrece tranquilidad a los fanáticos de Tekken, lo que sugiere una participación continua en la franquicia. La reciente colaboración exitosa con Final Fantasy 16, con Clive Rosfield como un personaje jugable y contenido temático FF16 adicional, ejemplifica los beneficios potenciales de la red expandida de Harada. Como resultado, se anticipan más colaboraciones e ideas innovadoras para la franquicia Tekken.

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