Novel & Cerita Tanjiro And Kanao

"Ravyn!! You are so badass." Kanji's excitement got the better of him, causing him to use her real name. He proudly displayed the standee cutout that he had crafted himself. And that wasn't all – Kanji's attire was adorned with Lavender-themed accessories, including a shirt, headband, wristband, and towel, all exclusively designed for this event. Ravyn couldn't help but blink in surprise at the sight, making sure she wasn't imagining things. Kanji's proud gaze spoke volumes about his friendship with her. The two engaged in a longer chat than expected, catching up on events that had transpired during Ravyn's absence. This exchange left some of Ravyn's fans enviously watching from afar, secret

Instead, he continued to move forward with both his hands on his back. Without waiting for the leading feminine man to speak, Garry had already delivered a kick, and it landed directly on his chest, causing the feminine man to spurt blood. “B*stard! How dare you hit me?!” The feminine man clutched his chest and was constantly struggling. “Do you know who I am? I’m Jiro Akano from Shindan Way! “How dare you touch me? My brother, Taro Akano, won’t let you go!”

He smiles at me as he enters “Brotha! So this is where you have been hiding! I heard we had a new guest.” He smiles and winks. A skill I’m sure gets him the girls. Takoa exhales and seems to edge closer to me. “Hello, beautiful! I’m Kanji. Brother to this delightful creature.” I smile as Takoa growls at him and turns back to me. “Kemira, this is my youngest brother, Kanji.” “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” I nod to him.

Travis tossed the syringe to Kanji who caught it and removed the protective covering on the needle. I sucked in a fearful breath. “What are you going to do? Kill me? Like the others?” The room had darkened with the sun’s decent behind clouds. Rain pelted my windows. Kanji stood in a power stance blocking my exit. “You have no idea, Ms. Robert. My revenge is just beginning.” He wore a white Oxford shirt rolled up at the sleeves, exposing those multi-collared, tattooed arms. His shiny black hair glistened as he looked at me with dark eyes. He pointed the syringe toward me with two fingers and his thumb ready to push the plunger.

“Come on, Mikan. Let’s make it quick.” Mikan groaned. “I hate this part.” He turned to Tia, his voice softening. “Watch over Avi. Stay out of sight until I’m back.” Tia nodded. “Ready?” Cain asked. “Just do it,” Mikan muttered. Cain clasped his friend’s shoulder and in a flash of light, they were gone.