Tanjiro Broken Fingers Novels & Stories

“He was attacked last night.” “Mugged?” Why would that faze me? “No,” Giancarlo said. “He was...let’s just say he’s in hospital now with no tongue and all the fingers of his right hand are broken.”

The spray of blood makes them gasp. I fold my arms around myself, hiding my hands under my biceps. The pain of the broken bones is excruciating. I take a deep breath and exhale a slow, shaky one. Ainsley shakes her hand out and winces, but she has adrenaline on her side. “Z, you have to do something.” “Sorry, can’t.” He grimaces. Tamila holds her face against the ground, groaning loudly. She’s gonna tap. She has to. I don’t care how fucking crazy she is. A broken jaw? That’s tap out pain.

Bone cracked clean. He howled. Middle finger. Snap. Ring finger. Snap. Pinky. Snap. Thumb—slow twist until the joint popped out of socket. He was sobbing now, body shaking, piss soaking his pants. I moved to the left hand. Same treatment. By the time I finished, both hands were mangled—fingers bent at wrong angles, swollen and purple. He babbled—pleas, promises, names of contacts—anything to make it stop. I didn’t care.

, He screamed in rage. "I think you owe this young woman a teddy bear. Do you want us to get it or will you get it for us?" "You stupid bitch!!!", He suddenly charged at her with his hand raised in the air. He was this close to laying a hot slap on her face when I caught his hand midair and twisted his fingers in such an awkward position, three of them popped from their joints. "Fucking hell!!", He screamed in seething pain. I didn't let go of him, so he had to be careful of the way he moved, or the rest of his fingers would also get broken.

In his opinion, Zhou Tian was not qualified to be his enemy, let alone do anything to him. "Damn it, you dare to treat me like this. You can't live." Jiro Matsushima gnashed his teeth and cursed. Crack... Without saying a word, Zhou Tian broke Jiro Matsushima's right leg with his stick! "Ah!! Dammit, you lowly person, how dare you treat me like this!" Crack crack... Three more times in a row, Zhou Tian broke all the limbs of Jiro Matsushima! Jiro Matsushima couldn't stand it anymore. At this time, he didn't dare to scold anymore. He lay on the ground and screamed in pain.

I’d wrapped it with a strip of my shirt to stop the bleeding, but the sight of it… God, I couldn’t even think about it without feeling nauseous. So I ignored him. Or tried to. He scooted a little closer, his hoodie brushing my arm. “Want me to fix it for you?” That got my attention. I turned to glare at him. “What?” “Your finger. I fixed mine. Want me to fix yours?” Before I could say anything, he held up his hand, showing me his pinky. At first glance, it looked fine. Normal. Except… I knew what had happened during the game. He’d broken it too. Everyone had. But his now looked perfectly straight, except for a faint red line near the joint where it must’ve snapped.

Alpha Teejan and Beta Trevor comes running. I look at them, he's whimpering and holding his side, " don't do it Roro " I am more than willing to take whatever punishment I'm given for this but I will break this bastards fingers today no matter what * crack, crack, crack * " aaahhhh aggghhhhhh my fingers! ahhhhh help me, my fingers! you b*tch you broke my fingers! let go of me! "

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

Dante stood and listened to his footsteps until they faded and the alley was quiet again. He looked down at his hand. His knuckles were swelling already, the skin split along two of them where they'd connected with Jayce's jaw. He flexed his fingers carefully and decided that broken was probably too strong a word. Badly bruised. Possibly a hairline fracture in the knuckle of his middle finger. He'd had worse. He picked up his basket from where it had fallen and checked the damage. Two of the eggs were casualties. The bread had survived, which seemed like a minor miracle given how things were going.