Novel & Cerita Tanjiro Chibi Drawing

he murmured, lowering his head and shifting his focus back to his crayons and paper. I looked at his drawing, and my chest tightened. He drew a smiling little boy. A red-haired woman was standing on the boy's right and someone he had just started drawing on the boy's left. I already suspected what he was drawing, but still, I asked, "So... who's in your picture?” He lifted his eyes to mine. “That's me and Mommy.” I swallowed and pointed at the partially drawn third shape. “And who's that?” He bit his lip and shrugged again, returning to his drawing.

The treehouse was a magical place, a world of possibilities where adventure could happen at any moment. As he sat there, focused on the sketching, Hibiki caught sight of his new friend, Tatsu, who sat across from him. Tatsu had dark brown hair and bright, inquisitive eyes, always asking questions about anything and everything. Hibiki smiled shyly as Tatsu leaned over to take a look at his drawing. “That looks so cool!” Tatsu whispered. “You’re gonna win the award for sure. It’s like something from a movie!” Hibiki grinned, a little bashful but pleased with the compliment. “You think so?”

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

"He’s drawing his answer?" Tobi turned the book around. He hadn't drawn the sun or the market women. He had drawn Nike but not as she stood there. He had drawn her as a series of overlapping, frantic lines, her microphone elongated like a spear, and her heart depicted as a small, quiet bird trapped in a cage of bangles. Underneath, he wrote: "If I speak, you will only hear my voice. If I paint, you might see your own." Nike froze. She looked at the drawing, then at the quiet boy with the stained hands. The "Electric Indigo" of her persona seemed to soften into a muted "Lilac."

It was beautiful even though it showed a story of blood and darkness. I passed the folder to Hibiki for him. “Nice work, son. I would say you need to adjust your proportions. I know you’ve not seen pictures of Yūri when she was young, so I’m guessing you went off Riko’s proportions for the drawings.” he commented, handing the folder back. “Um, well yeah. Riko didn’t have any pictures of Yūri when she was young. Just a few here and there when Saki was still alive. I also looked at the pictures in the album of Saki when she was young, and her figure was similar to Riko.” Forrest nodded.