روايات وقصص ضمن Pic Of Tanjiro

⚠️Warning: 17+ (Violence Content)⚠️ I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Let's cooperate with each other❤️ ***** "Aniki, (Brother)." Orochi saw Ozgur, Orochi still looked friendly, he started to take off his school coat and rolled his long shirt up to his elbows. At that moment, Ozgur began to see the kanji tattoo on Orochi's left wrist. "If you can beat me... No, I mean. If you can knock me down, just once, I'll let you go. Because I'm the greatest fighter here, from now on." Orochi said, looking at Ozgur.

Standing there shooting them a cheshire-like smile and a wave was none other than Akihito, dressed in stylish clothes that were suited for the cold weather. "Ohayo, Maria-chan and Maria-chan’s friends~!" cheerfully greeted the young raven haired boy, ignoring the dumbfounded looks the group were shooting at him, especially those who did not know him. "Maria, do you know this strange boy?" Micheal bent over to whisper in his little sister's ear, feeling uncertain of this strange boy who suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Which meant I sat on their right. “Oh wow. Is that… is that Yūri?” Darius asked as Riko opened the zip file. “Mhm.” I nodded. “We need to buy Riko a kimono and recreate this picture.” Elijah nodded. “Hush.” Riko blushed but was smiling. “Let’s see what else they sent.” I suggested. Darius nodded, opening the next image. It was of Hibiki but young in a crisp blue 70s style police uniform leaning against a red Jeep.

And sitting on the floor crying in a huddled mass was my family. Saki and Aiko were obviously the tornado source as they were covered in flour, pie crust dough, and pumpkin pie filling. Their cherub cheeks were red and stained with tears as they huddled around Riko. Hikari didn’t look to be covered in pie ingredients, but the teddy he was clutching around the neck looked like he’d taken a bath in pie filling. Just like his sisters, his face was stained with tears. Poor little Ryū looked like he was going to pop. His face was so red as he wailed in his mother’s arms. That’s saying something since of the kids, he’s the one that’s going to scream his lungs out.

Toshiro is huge compared to an average tiger. Rioka braced himself as Toshiro launched an attack so fast that Rioka's shoulders were sliced. Rioka's eyes turned scarlet red and this time he quickly evaded Toshiro's attack. "Now that's better." Toshiro spoke excitedly. Toshiro then again attacked Rioka with all his might and speed. He was certain that his attack would finish off the wounded Rioka. But out of thin air, Rioka is above Toshiro launching a heavy attack packed with speed. This way, Toshiro will not be given a chance to evade. Toshiro notices the image of Rioka in front of him to be a mirage.

When those words came out from the mouth of the boy, everyone in the pantry looked at this boy with an expressionless expression. 'Aren't you the lolicon?' "Takanashi-kun, not everyone is a lolicon like you," a young man with blonde hair and a long bang that covered one of his eyes said. "What do you mean by that, Satou-san? I am not a lolicon! I am a "minicon"!" The boy whose name was Takanashi complained. "Well, if you're curious, you can ask Taneshima later," a young man with blonde hair and a long bang that covered one of his eyes whose name was Satou said.

She turned and saw him emerging from behind a black velvet curtain. Tobi stood at least six feet tall, his frame lean but muscular beneath a tight black t-shirt that stretched across his chest. Sleeves of ink covered both arms, a tapestry of Japanese waves on one side, mythological creatures on the other. His dark hair was tousled as if he’d been running his fingers through it, and a day’s worth of stubble shadowed his strong jawline. But it was his eyes that caught her, piercing blue, the color of glacial ice, framed by surprisingly long lashes. They studied her with an intensity that made her breath catch.

Below it, another name. RENJI MORI. Hayate closed his eyes. The lamp at the end of the room flickered. A man stepped from behind the cages. Thin. Grey-haired. One side of his face pulled tight by burn scars. He held a chain in one hand. At the end of it knelt a boy no older than twelve. The boy looked up. Same dark eyes as Hayate. Same scar through the left brow. Hayate made a sound I had never heard from him before.

Who, by some miracle, was listening intently. When Fruto received the picture, he immediately saw a tall youth with a powerful stance surrounded by different students who seemed as if they were ready to fight against him. This youth was standing upright with his fists on the side of his body. His legs were slightly bent, as if preparing to assault. The picture was taken at a very good angle. Ponjie leaned closer to examine the pictures. “Why, isn’t that nunchucks?” “You’re right! That must be his fighting companion.” Fruto exclaimed in delight. “Do you want to fight him?”