Grown Up Tanjiro Novels & Stories

"How's TJ?" I asked, carefully watching his expression. He went pale from shock and I smiled, shaking my head. "Can't believe you named him that. Toshiro Junior. How old is he this year? I think two right? Yeah, he should be two years old. A cute little boy. The caretakers say he eats and poops a lot. Wouldn't you say that his habits are...just like yours?" Toshiro quietly found a chair and his body sagged onto it. Like an old man who had hip problems. He ran his fingers through his blonde locks then sighed, not bothering to cover up anything. "How did you know? Have you been stalking me?"

*The Masterpiece* Akira and Taro's life together was a masterpiece, a work of art created with love, patience, and dedication. Their bond remained strong, a testament to the power of true love and partnership. As they looked back on their journey, they knew their love would continue to inspire and uplift others. *Kenji's Growth* Kenji grew into a curious and creative child, inheriting Akira's artistic talents and Taro's business acumen. He explored various hobbies, from painting to coding, and developed a passion for technology. Akira and Taro supported his interests, encouraging him to pursue his dreams.

George explained. Candy nodded her head in understanding and then looked at Oreo, "He ate so fast." "Because I'm an adult," Oreo said with a serious face. Candy was taken aback. Weren't they born on the same day? How could he become an adult??? Tianna looked at her brother and sister and then whispered in Eleven's ear, "Look at Oreo. He thinks he's an adult at such a young age! He's clearly still a child!"

Takuto Kimura， now is age: 11. Fifth Grade. Former corporate elite. Current old soul trapped in a child’s body. He sat at the dinner table, elegantly (in his own mind) slicing a piece of steak with surgical precision. Tonight was the family’s monthly dinner gathering. As usual, Grandpa Takuto had come to visit. At seventy, the old man was as sharp as ever—his silver hair was combed immaculately, and his tailored suit looked ready for an impromptu board meeting.

I had no idea what it meant, but I refused to think of any alternative than Jase coming back home with us. During dinner, I looked over at Jase, studying him. He was the equivalent of a teenage boy now. Somehow, while I wasn’t looking, he had grown up, although he wasn’t entirely an adult yet. He would continue to grow until he reached ten years of age, when he’d reach full maturity and would stay there for the rest of his life. He had grown up while I wasn’t looking.