Novel & Cerita Tokyo Revenger Taiju

“Bluh, that’s a creed for the weak. KIDAV is what men without guts hide under when their bravery stands trial.” “It is not,” Ejima squeezed his hands gently. She was all tears but Bozo had chosen not to look into her eyes for fear of giving up his mission and sword. “Killing begets death. Death begets Anger. Anger begets Vengeance. And Vengeance begets killing. That’s the circle, my child. Take a look around you and you will find out that that’s what’s happening to us right now.” “You speak like him. You sound so much like Maduka.”

Ryuji sat there in silence, and beside him stood his two remaining sons. The first one—Takeo—was the eldest. Stoic. Calm. The kind of man who moved like a shadow and said little unless absolutely necessary. He reminded me of Ryuji in every way, from the way he kept his hands tucked in his sleeves to the subtle twitch of his jaw when emotional restraint was pushed too far. We had met once during my visit in Tokyo and he looks slightly better than he did then, he had been working out, that’s good. The second son—Renji—was the opposite.