Tanjiro Broken Finger Novels & Stories

I only had a cup of coffee for breakfast. Finally, I was done eating. I cleaned my mouth, settled my bills, and headed out. However, I was just so unlucky. I bumped into a guy who was holding a cup of wine in one hand and the bottle in the other. Unfortunately, the wine in the cup poured on my body while the bottle fell on the floor and broke. It was the guy's fault. He wasn't looking at where he was going. I felt so embarrassed as my cloth got ruined. ' What's your problem? What's all this? Couldn't you focus on where you were going?' I yelled angrily.

Reed sneered angrily and smashed one of Victor's finger with the cutting plier. "Ahh.." Victor is crying with pain, as the sickening sound of his finger bone breaking echoed around the room.

My stomach twists at the thought, he has to be taken to the infirmary. I look around trying to get help but no one seems to be paying him any attention, not even the coach. Guess I have to do it myself. I grab Isla’s hand. “Hold him down.” “What?” she whispers. “Just do it.” She obeys reluctantly. I hated the sight of broken bones, even though I have come to accept that for my family to shift they have to break every bones in their body. Mabe it is a blessing I didn’t have a wolf. I close my eyes, feel the shoulder joint with my hands, and then snap it back into place in one sharp movement. The boy hisses, his face tightening with pain. My chest hurts just hearing the sound, but when I open

The glob of blood and saliva hit my shoe. "Go to hell." I grabbed his hand. Rough. His fingers were already broken. All of them. Swollen like sausages. Purple. Black. All except one. The pinky on his left hand. Still intact. Still unbroken. I positioned the pliers around it. The metal teeth bit into his flesh. He felt it. His entire body went rigid. Tense. Waiting. "Last chance," I said. "Fuck you!" I squeezed. Hard. The bone cracked under the pressure. Loud. Sharp. Like a twig snapping underfoot. I pulled. Twisted. The finger separated from his hand. Tore away. Flesh ripped. Tendons snapped.

He simply grabbed Eikichi’s right wrist before he shook his hand and twisted Eikichi’s arm. Immediately afterward, a loud ‘click’ was heard. Eikichi’s right arm was broken and detached from his right elbow joint. He was in so much pain that he could only cry and scream at the same time. He was covered in tears as he cried out, “It hurts… my arm hurts so much…” Charlie remained indifferent, and he said, “That is just one arm. You still owe me another arm. Come, give me your left hand!” Eikichi was already trembling from the pain, and his face turned pale in an instant. He finally realized that Charlie was not joking with him at all.

Despite this, I must admit that I sort of liked the attention I was receiving from him. Our journey was filled with no significant difficulties, and the scenery was breathtaking. Rolling hills and snow-covered forests surrounded us, and the air was crisp and clean. The sound of birds singing provided a calming backdrop to our travels. However, my broken hand was a constant reminder of the danger we faced. It lay flat on a piece of wood, kept still with lashes of woven cotton, and small splints held each three fingers straight to prevent them from flexing. Diana said that I would need to keep the splints for some time until my fingers healed, and after that, we could start with small exercise

His eyes locked on the wall in front of him. "Very well, the hard way it is." I grabbed his hand and bent back his index finger, letting out a laugh as I heard the bone snap. Christopher clenched his teeth tighter as he fought the urge to yell out. I grabbed his middle finger doing the same thing, then the next, and then the next until they were all broken. His brow was starting to sweat, and his hands were beginning to shake as he tried to hold his ground.

Tears welled up in my eyes, cascading down my cheeks, their salty taste mingling with the bitterness in my mouth. Aiden's face softened, his grip on my hand loosening slightly. His eyes, usually filled with a mischievous spark, now held a mixture of regret and concern. "I’m sorry," he said, his voice laced with genuine remorse. "I didn’t mean to go off like that. It’s just when I saw that prick’s hands all over your body, I lost it. Please, just calm down. I will take you to the club with me."

Brian looked confused. "Its going to hurt when we fix in the pod, so we have to hold her down, "she said looking at us with assurance. "I can't watch that, " Brian said as he stormed out of the room. "Sweetie its going to hurt a bit but Anne is going to hold your hands ok? "Ava nodded as I went to hold her hand. "Then you wipe the area with an alcohol swab. While it dries, remove the cap off the pod, you'd see a needle. "Ava looked really scared like she would cry any minute from now.

he yells through gritted teeth. I quickly get up so as not to provoke him any further. "Move closer"he said. I was about to follow the other side because of the broken glasses on the floor but he stopped me before I could. "What do you think you're doing?!" He asked. A sly smile on his face. "There's.... There's a broken glass...I want to follow the other side" "No, you won't, because you're going to walk through this broken glass" he smirk.