#Kenji Tatsuo

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☆HERO 2007

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i have been thinking of making a blog post about kenji in celebration of him being a gb member for 15 years because well i loaf him but my mind goes blank every time i try and my studying has gotten wayyyy too demanding for me to even try in the first place. i study (probably not a lot but just for a few hours at a time aimlessly) and when i log onto social media i just go brainless ive already used my brain i dont wanna use it any further...i do still plan on making blog posts abt gb for their 20th anniversary tour, but instead of doing so before the tour itll be done moreso THROUGHOUT it ends in mid-july and my exams end in mid-june so :p i think im good

back to the topic at hand kenji is just so awesome and nice i know real people shouldnt be put on a pedestal that high but i like him so maybe ill be overly nice just this once. i read kenjis rock n read 036 interview and when he talked about his first oneman w golden bomber and how everyone was booing him i crode and then i read the fools mate 2012 interview expecting to also cry and not even like 3 questions in hes like I LIKE WATCHING AVS THAT CENTER AROUND MARRIED WOMEN NOT BECAUSE THEYRE MARRIED JUST BECAUSE I CANT BELIEVE MARRIED WOMEN CAN BE LIKE THAT LOL U KNOW hes so strange.......my gift to him also is that i bought the oh kinbaku pick dvd of him (i have the kenji ver of kyan hage currently...i think in the future i wanna get his version of hno 2013 but...impossible) and a bunch of merch that was all in one listing together for 1500 yen (6 trading cards 6 can badges 4 phone charms) see how lucky i am sometimes. i will never forget watching tatsuo yome wo ore ni kure mv for the first time in 2020 and feeling my worldview shift in real time thank you kenji darvish for being really weird and offputting

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@the27percent LIKED for a starter !!

Since growing up in Konohagakure, Keita and those of his clan had developed a sort of reputation when it came to what kind of people they were, both when alone and mingling out in public. When people saw him walking their way, most knew to either get out of his way as quick as possible or to pray to some higher power that the consequences weren't as bad as you'd think. As such, the Tatsuo man had gotten quite used to not having to watch just where he was going, since he would, without a doubt, bump those out of his way so he could get to where he needed to be. This day, in particular, was one where his expression was sour, icy blue eyes narrowed in a mix of irritation as he barreled his way down Konoha's streets, hushed whispers falling on deaf ears as he passed.

In his hands were rather important documents, said documents pertaining to his youngest son Kenji, his son who disgraced his family's name after the murder of his two teammates before deserting the village and joining up with the infamous snake sannin. The Tatsuo Clan had a reputation to uphold here in Konohagakure, though all of that was quickly tossed aside as the whispers and rumors of his son's actions fell from most everyone's lips. It made Keita's skin crawl with the way some of the people had taken to looking at both him and his family, taking a moment to glance up from his papers to lock eyes with a random woman who had been speaking in hushed whispers to her friend, both of which were now looking at him like deer caught in headlights.

With ice-blue eyes trained on the two who thought it best to try and speak of him and his family, Keita wasn't fully paying attention to who may have been standing in front of him, leading him to bump into someone standing in the street. Thankfully, for both parties involved, Keita hadn't been going fast enough for there to have been much force behind it, though the action alone has his head snapping from the previous pair to the being before him with cold eyes, looking them up and down but not saying anything. His entitlement seems to be showing.

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CH. 48; demon samurai kenji

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"Kenji! Kenji Kenji Kenji!" A slim young man burst through the curtain separating the outside world from inside the hut. His dark brown hair was lazily tied in a bun atop his head as a headband was tied around his forehead to absorb the sweat from the sweltering heat.

He wore on the top half of his body a lightweight, cotton kimono while his bottom half suited a more samurai-like attire. Instead of the usual combat boots, he put on his feet more casual sandals as him and his group gathered to rest for the evening.

The young man bowed at the waist, holding his position until he was approved to rise by the one called Kenji. He was the leader of the Samurai and a demon well over 100 years. Only the high-ranking authority and his long-befriended companions in battle knew of this secret, otherwise he would have long since been obliterated.

He sat on the floor of his large hut with two other soldier accompanying him. By the looks of their armor they were all high-ranking but Kenji's, with the seal of the Tsutama Lord that guarded the land adorned on his Samurai armory hanging behind him, even he ranked higher than the others.

"Heh," Kenji smiled, amused at his apprentice Hide.

"You can rise, Hide." Kenji motioned his hand in a welcoming gesture for a few seconds, returning it back to his knee in a resting position.

"What brings you? Why aren't you preparing for the trek back home?" Kenji was instructed to survey the lands outside of the Tsutama castle. Although he had his own "mini" castle outside of the main kingdom with his own servants, a wife, and a child, he was still instructed to fulfill his duties from time to time.

This was the longest he had been away from his daughter Mei and his wife, Reiko. If he checked his journal entries it would be rounding off to the 5th month. Just the thought of how long its been made his shoulders slump and his hart heavy. When he received notification from the Lord that they could return home, he had counted every passing second and hour until he could be with his bride and daughter again.

They would begin the journey tomorrow and it could not come soon enough.

"Ah! Kenji-Sama," Hide took a breath, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. He glanced over at the two other guars accompanying Kenji who bore a cold, stoned expression. They didn't even pay Hide any mind or jump at his entrance. Both were too busy slurping their noodles as their cooked fish continued to cool in front of them.

"There's word around the camp of an attack happening in the nearby lands with another brigade. Our men are hoping to make the move back home tonight instead of waiting till the morning."

Kenji rubbed his chin, curving his mouth into a frown.

"And what pros would it be to begin moving in the dead of night? There's always bandits, mercenaries, and wild animals you have to consider as well, Hide."

"That's true" Hide scratched his head, sucking his teeth at the thought.

"Then I gues-"

"However," Kenji continued.

"If i were to obtain permission from my surveillance companion, Tatsuo." He directed his hand and eyes to look to his left at Tatsuo. He was chewing on the head of his fish with concentration before his eyes darted over at Kenji. Tatsuo and Kenji have fought alongside eachother for years, rising in the ranks together until Tatsuo decided to remain the Imperial Surveyor of the lands. Along with Kenji, he was to accompany him to make any notation of the land outside of Kenji's permitted range.

Sometimes Tatsuo would be gone for days or weeks. It wasn't too uncommon for him to have even stayed at another village inn as a "passerby" to gain more intel.

Tatsuo chewed his food slowly with his eyes closed. He was secretly growing anxious from sitting around for so long and was more than ecstatic to begin journeying back home. His wife was with child and wanted to be close to witness the birth.

Both Kenji, Hide and the second soldier, Daisuke, watching Tetsuo for an answer. Daisuke suited his name perfectly by his build and his stature. He was no lightweight in the battlefield either. Despite his size, he was swift with his sword and light on his feet which made him a formidable opponent and a highly valued ally.

Hide paled in comparison to the revered and feared trio, but he maintained his optimism that under Kenji, he would too be a formidable, renowned Samurai such as he.

"Don't keep the man waiting, Tatsuo." Daisuke scolded playfully. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand to clear any lingering crumbs, immediately dunking those same hands in a small pot in front of him to clean.

"Well," Tetsuo scoffed, "I didn't know I was going to be entrusted with such a. Big responsibility over a meal." His smile indicated his joking gesture.

"How's this?" Tetsuo took a swig of water from his canteen. Standing to his feet he looked at Kenji, then Daisuke, then onto Hide with a mixture of amusement and snide on his face.

"I'll go, because you lot can't seem to stomach going in the dark alone." Kenji surely wasn't going to argue. He had an entire land and a wife waiting back for him.

"The only catch is," Tetsuo's eyes snaked to Hide with a smile, "The runt comes with me." Runt?! Hide's eyebrows scrunched together, crossing his arms in protest.

"Well, i wouldn't necessarily call myself a runt. . " Hide murmured under is breath, however, Tetsuo caught wind of his griping. There was a whisk of air that hurled itself out of nowhere, catching Kenji and Daisuke off guard. Hide, on the other hand, felt the cool steel from the tip of Tetsuo's katana barely touch his Adam's apple. Tetsuo's eyes hungrily flashed from the subtle dark brown to a menacing purplish-red. One of his fangs protruded from his lip as his smile grew.

"So tell me how a skilled demon samurai such as yourself can allow death's embrace to come so closely to your skin?" Hide was too afraid to swallow let alone respond to his interrogation. Keiji shut his eyes, rubbing the space between his brows to soothe his annoyance.

"Tetsuo!" He barked. He warned him multiple times of his temper, not to mention they were to be discreet about their "condition".

"Just because you know he's a demon doesn't mean you go about showing your fangs just because! Remember what happened to the last soldier who couldn't keep his knowledge to himself!" Kenji's sharp whisper made Tetsuo drop his sword unannounced. Without rebutting, he huffed past Hide, shoving the curtain out of his way to walk outside.

Tetsuo held the curtain open, his back to the crew as he spoke.

"We should be back before nightfall." Hopefully if there weren't any bandits he could be back within the hour. If the runt didn't hold him back.

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[ID: Greyscale gifset for Godzilla.

Godzilla turning his head to look at Kōichi in the warplane cockpit.

Godzilla roaring and turning around, his tail destroying buildings. People run away down the street.

Captain Tatsuo Hotta rallying the troops and a shot of the battleships cutting through the ocean

Kōichi flying the war plane towards Godzilla

The plane swerving out of the way of Godzilla's bite and Kenji Noda yelling watching from the ship. He's standing between Captain Tatsuo Hotta and Yōji Akitsu.

Godzilla roaring up to the sky. End ID]

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GODZILLA MINUS ONE ゴジラ-1.0 (2023, Takashi Yamazaki) x

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Tatsunoko Production Co-Founder Ippei Kuri Passes Away

Tatsunoko Production has announced that Ippei Kuri (birth name Toyoharu Yoshida), former CEO and co-founder of Tatsunoko Production along with older brothers Tatsuo Yoshida and Kenji Yoshida, passed away on July 1, 2023. He was 83 years old at the time of his passing. Kuri was born on January 1, 1940 in Kyoto. He co-founded Tatsunoko Production with his two older brothers in October 1962. He…

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Tatsuo Saito and Sumiko Kurishima in Every-Night Dreams (Mikio Naruse, 1933)

Cast: Sumiko Kurishima, Teruko Kojima, Jun Arai, Tatsuo Saito, Mitsuko Yoshikawa, Reiko Tani, Einosuke Naka, Choko Iida, Tsuruko Kumoi, Teruko Wakamizu. Screenplay: Tadao Ikeda, Mikio Naruse. Cinematography: Suketaro Inokai. Production design: Tatsuo Hamada. Music: Masao Koga. 

Yasujiro Ozu's That Night's Wife (1930), Tokyo Chorus (1931), and An Inn in Tokyo (1935) all have plots that center on the illness of a child, as does Mikio Naruse's Every-Night Dreams. In two of the Ozu films, a man commits robbery to get money to pay the child's hospital bills and is sent to jail. The man in Naruse's film also commits a robbery but, wounded and desperate, he commits suicide -- an instance of how much darker in tone Every-Night Dreams is from the Ozu films. It's also different in that the central figure is a woman, rather than the men who seize the focus in the Ozu films. The dominant figure in Every-Night Dreams is Omitsu, played beautifully by Sumiko Kurishima, whom we meet as a single parent, working as a bar hostess to support her small son, Fumio (Teruko Kojima). Soon, however, the boy's father, Mizuhara (Tatsuo Saito), shows up, down and out. She's reluctant to take him back after his earlier abandonment of them, but he's so needy and the boy is so glad to see his father that she gives in. Mizuhara is a weakling in both body and character, however. He searches for work that will allow Omitsu to give up her rather disreputable job -- there's a scene early in the film in which she gets reproachful glares from the passengers on a streetcar -- but he is turned down for factory work because the employer thinks he's not strong enough for it. And then Fumio is struck by an automobile: He survives, but the doctor says he will need extensive therapy to regain the use of a shattered arm. So Mizuhara pulls off a robbery to get the funds, but is wounded by the police in his escape. He brings the money to Omitsu, but she is appalled by what he has done and urges him to turn himself in to the police. He leaves, and the next morning Omitsu learns that he has drowned himself. In a touching final scene, she urges Fumio to grow up strong. Though Naruse is credited in IMDb with 92 titles as director, from short films in 1930 to his last feature in 1967, his reputation in the West has been overshadowed by that of his contemporaries Ozu, Kenji Mizoguchi, and Akira Kurosawa. But Every-Night Dreams displays a fiercely original talent, with a distinct bias toward portraying strong women like Omitsu. In contrast to Ozu, who preferred to work with carefully framed scenes with little camera movement, Naruse favors an active camera -- zooms, pans, dolly shots -- and fast-paced editing: The scene in which Fumio's accident is announced is a series of quick cuts from a toy car rolling off the edge of a table through shots of the boy's playmates running in with the news. He likes narrative foreshadowing: In one scene, a despondent Mizuhara looks out over the harbor as the camera pans from boats and buildings down to the water itself, while in another, Mizuhara urgently signals to Fumio to stay on the other side of a road until a car speeds past and the boy can cross safely. Yet he also allows his actors room to develop their characters: Kurishima builds up our sense of Omitsu's inner strength through her expressions and gestures. 

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Kenji Sawada in The Man Who Stole the Sun (Taiyō o Nusunda Otoko) (1979) dir. Hasegawa Kazuhiko

Written by Leonard Schrader

Cinematography by Tatsuo Suzuki

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Kenji wanted to make a snow angel before dinnger at Chez Llama

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The way they looked back at him set off some kind of warning signs in Keita's head as he met their gaze, icy blue eyes refusing to lower for a moment before dropping down to the documents in his hand. Unfortunately, thanks to the two having collided with one another, a few of the papers he had been holding onto had slipped from his grasp and landed on the ground just before the pair. Raising his eyes back up to look at them with a slight squint, Keita proceeded to bend down to pick up the papers with a grunt.

❝My... apologies.❞ He knew better than to start something in the middle of the street with so many other people around, especially considering the tension his family name had garnered as of late. As far as Keita was aware, they probably had no idea who he even was, much less his son's actions. ❝I should have been paying more attention.❞

With his last uttered word, Keita's head slowly turned to look at the gossiping pair from before with his posture straightened to his full height, watching the two women scatter into a nearby shop to escape his gaze. His eyes trailed after them for a moment before taking a deep breath in, eyes closing momentarily as he silently breathed out before turning back to Atieno.

❝As you may have guessed, it's not uncommon for people to speak of me or my family as of late—people who have no business otherwise with any of us, really. That boy had to go and make things worse for us all, in the end.❞

He spoke with a grimace, jaw clenched after speaking as his grip on the documents in his hand tightened until his knuckles were white with anger. To think that the Tatsuo Clan had gotten a name for themselves just for his son to tarnish that in an instant, and for what? Truly, had Kenji turned out to be more like Ani then none of this would have—

Keita was aware once more that the other was still looking at him, more curious than wary as they had been before. Again, this was most likely something that they didn't know, something that was making him look like a fool for throwing a fit about it in the middle of the street. Ice-blue eyes glanced down to the documents in his hand as he skimmed the words contained on its pages, though his gaze couldn't help but trail to the ID picture of his son in the top corner. His brows furrowed a moment, though aware of the other standing before him Keita was quick to revert his expression to a more neutral one.

❝None of that matters, I suppose; it's not common knowledge for anyone outside of Konohagakure anyway. Most everyone from here think we deserve the bad luck anyway.❞

This village was still such an interesting, unusual place for them to visit. They would never really settle in here - not with the way people carried themself. But they figured they would at least explore a little bit and pick up on whatever they could possibly hear.

They had noticed some of the conversations about specific families. Of course, Atieno likely wouldn't hear too much. People lowering their conversation or just pausing to look at them. They hadn't explained much about where they were from and mostly kept to more.. public spaces where such transience wasn't as unusual.

As they were continuing to walk, they had paused to look a potential area of interest. But before they could move again, they were bumped into by someone ..

Stumbling back at bit, they noticed the way that he was staring at them with such cold eyes. Their impossibly dark gaze would try to get a good read on him too. Seems like this one had something about an entitlement.

"... my apology for setting you back a bit." They made a point of stepping out of his way while still keeping an eye on him. Telling that he expected them to apologize when it was his lack of attention that caused this in the first place.

Guess there's always these kinds of people...

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She hated when things like this happened, unable to walk away on her own and take care of things herself. It was very uncommon for the Tatsuo woman to ask for help at all, and if it weren't for the gaping wound in her side she probably would have continued to fight. Instead, Chihiro was being ushered into the nearest medic's tent with the help of a man she didn't even know the name of, said purple-haired man rushing back out after helping her to sit on a nearby cot and a quick word with one of the medics.

Chihiro's breathing was labored from the battle she had taken part in, chest burning with the strength of a million flames from the combination of her wound and the strong kick she'd taken directly to the chest after she had fallen. Her hand was practically glued to her side to stop the bleeding, watching through blurred emerald eyes as the medic made her way over.

❝I don't have time to be in here for too long,❞ she started, ❝so make it quick.❞

She'd always been rather demanding, always used to others having to follow her orders after years of being a prominent figure among her clan, so she came off as rather pushy and rude to others. It wasn't an act either, which only gave those of the Tatsuo Clan a rather poor name, especially her youngest son Kenji who seems to have inherited her hotheadedness.

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Hatred

Word Count: 967

Fandom: Naruto

Character(s): Kenji Tatsuo, Kyo Cross

The fire crackled in the dead of night; the flames rising high to match the intensity of the shimmering moon, challenging it to a battle of the light. The stars that showered the deep indigo of the darkness seemed to merely sit back and watch, providing nothing more than support for it’s larger companion. The group of people gathered around the fire seemed to inch closer and closer to the inviting colors, thriving off of the warmth that it provided them. Their weapons were discarded in random locations around them since they found no further use for them at such a time, their armor and other forms of protection lying uselessly beside them. What would come of such a silent night? A night where anything could happen; the moon could dance among the stars in ecstasy while the stars merely watched, the flames could rise higher until they replaced the sun itself, the entire group of people helplessly huddled around the fire could be slaughtered like pigs for nothing more than pure hatred coursing through his veins. 

He lies in wait for the entirety of the night watching, waiting, but for what? He knew nothing of the aggregation of humans before him. He suspected as much, at least. He knew exactly who they were; the timid yet kind boy that was much more than he appeared, the fiery red-headed female who stopped at nothing to get the things she wanted, even the man who sat silently in front of them, his back to our so-called “hero”, his snow-white hair reflecting the bright oranges and yellows from the fire that burned dangerously before him. He knew these people, that much he knew, but he couldn’t seem to remember their names.

He would.

He made quick work of the younger two, the girl being brought to her knees in a matter of seconds from the sheer force of the blow he delivered to her skull, the boy going soon after with a perfectly timed blade to the chest. Regardless of whether he pierced the heart beating rapidly in the coward’s chest, he knew from the amount of blood spilling from the wound that he would not last much longer. The man behind him was the only one left; all he had to do was turn around and finish him off and he would be rid of them for good, right? He had to keep telling himself that. 

“This is going to be over soon,” he thought. “They’ll be gone for good.”

When he turned to face the last remaining member of the team all he could feel was an overwhelming sense of disbelief and anxiety flooding over him, crashing into him and making him yearn for that sweet release of death. He did know these people, he knew them quite well, but it was too late for him to take back his mistakes. 

This was his team. 

He could only watch as the man from before, the same man who was the only one to accept him for who he was for years on end, looked down at him with no emotion for him. He should be angry, fearful perhaps, maybe even disapproving of the actions he had watched, the events that had unfolded right before his very eyes that he did absolutely nothing to stop. 

“How long have you been here, boy?” His voice was unusually low compared to the voice he was used to hearing each and every passing day that he was around. “How long have you been doing this, again and again in your mind, until you convince yourself that there are things that are out of your control? That I’ve been dead for months now, nearly a year, and you had absolutely nothing to do with it?

“How long are you going to stand there as I repeat this to you, for the umpteenth time, as you drive your bloodied blade into my heart and watch as I crumble to nothing more but a memory before you? How long will it take for you to realize that the past is in the past; that the friends you’ve killed were a result of the man we followed, that treacherous being that defiled what little sense of humanity you held in your palms, and that you are not at fault for their demise? How long will it take for you to move on, breathe, and accept the hardships you were fated to meet?”

The arm of the younger man moved on its own as if he had rehearsed this scene several times before in his head, plunging the weapon deep into the torso of the man he considered a friend, mentor, ally, or father. He had no control of what he was doing, and he knew it, and all he could do was sob pitifully as the wound began to take its effect. Through his tears, he watched as the blood spilled to the forest floor with the same eagerness that he felt when first meeting the man before him, his eyes gradually trailing upward to watch the same deep, crimson red gurgle in the mouth of his idol. As his legs shook from the pressure that had been placed on him, he could only watch as the light faded from his eyes, looking but never seeing. He began to drop with the man, his tears now hitting his red palms as he shook violently from what he had done. When everything around him seemed to be spinning and fading to black, he heard a voice. He paused for a moment, halting his crying for a mere second to hear what it had to say before he disappeared into the void around him.

“How long will it take for you to realize that this wasn’t your fault?”

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Haikyuu!! Boys as Bad Dad moments

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Daishou and Numai

**These are ways they “failed” as fathers. I am not talking about ACTUALLY failing as fathers, just things dads have done that most of us either remember/get told about NOT TO BE TAKEN  S E R I O U S L Y  it is just for      f u n  I also gave them all at least 2 kids cause SibLiNgS**

A ‘*’ means it happened to me lol

TW- Mentions of giving too much medicine, accidental pain caused to child, these are things I either experienced/knew people who experienced them, allusion to cursing/a FEW bad words (but I substitute a letter for something else :)

*Akaashi Keiji: 

He had been working in his office when his son had come in.

You had been putting your newborn to sleep for a nap when your son decided he wanted to be with his dad.

His son was only 3, so when Akaashi was held up in his office editing his son, Kenji, would sometimes come in and plop himself in Akaashi’s lap.

His sons small feel padded on the floor while he made his way to his father, softly tugging on his pants as he stuck his arms up.

Akaashi smiled and softly chuckled before gently picking up his son from under his arms and placing him on his lap.

He got to work soon after, reading and revising the pages.

Other than having his son on his lap it wasn’t unusual for him to be drinking coffee while working.

Keep in mind, your son had inherited a lot from Akaashi, and not just his looks or personality.

But also his habits.

Because of this, your son was very fidgety, usually toying with a string or your fingers.

That meant he tended to move around a lot.

Akaashi had just lifted his not-so-cold coffee to his lips when his son had made a sudden movement, causing him to knock his arm and, “AHH” Akaashi’s eyes snapped open as his son started crying, cursing under his breath he stood up gently holding his son in his arms as he carried him to the bathroom.

Sitting him down on the counter he dried the coffee off of his son, luckily it hadn’t been hot enough to burn him, but it was still hot enough to hurt.

“What happened? I heard crying, is he okay?” Akaashi sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, he’s okay, he bumped my arm and I spilled my coffee on him. He’s okay! It didn’t burn him, but it did hurt...” Your frowned as you stood in front of your son, giving him a soft smile before kissing his arm, cause kisses always make it feel better~

You carefully picked him up from the counter, rocking him slowly side to side as he burrowed into your shoulder.

“Are you okay little man~” He nodded as he sniffled into your shoulder, little hands clutching onto the fabric of your t-shirt.

“You know daddy didn’t mean it, it was an accident.” He nodded again, lifting his head to rub his eyes and reach out for his dad.

Akaashi gave a wobbly smile before reaching over to grab him, kissing the top of his head as he carried him back to his office, making sure to have some iced coffee instead.

Washio Tatsuki: 

This would be the first time Washio was left alone with the twins.

5 months ago, you and your husband had had your first children, your adorable fraternal twins Natsuki and Tatsuo.

Today would be the first day you would be away from them, but with your mother being sick and you being the only one available to take care of her you had to go.

You weren’t too worried about your husband, he was already a good dad so you had no doubt they were in good hands.

But it was never an enjoyable experience to have to leave your kids, especially your babies, and for the first time. 

So, you decided to leave early in the morning, give them their good morning kisses and head over to your parents house.

Before you left you changed their diapers, letting them play in their little play pen while your husband tried to get up.

Rubbing his eyes Washio walked into the play room.

He had to go to the gym today for a meeting, fortunately EJP had a really good daycare system in the stadium, so he could leave his kids there while he attended the short meeting.

He stopped in his tracks as his face blanched and he felt his breath stop.

You had changed the twins’ diapers...but you hadn’t dressed them.

The twins were still young, so without looking at their, uh, biological differences you couldn’t tell them apart....

Now, usually when this happened you guys would just check the diapers, but you had just done them..

And he was already running a bit late.

So, he made his best guess, got them dressed (one in pink, the other in blue), fed and in the car driving them to the stadium.

Once he got there he quickly dropped them off, rushing to his meeting.

The meeting had been fairly simple, just some pre-season info he’d need.

After chatting with his coach/teammates, and stopping Suna and Komori from pulling a prank, he made his way back to the daycare.

He walked into the building when one of the younger care takers, Yui, walked up to him, One twin in each arm.

He smiled as he carefully put them into their carriers.

“Uhm, just a question...” He looked up to her and motioned for her to continue.

“...Were you aware that Tatsuo was wearing the dress?” Washio sighed as he ran a hand down his face shaking his head. Yui light heartedly smiled, “Don’t worry, we switched them.” Thanking them, he picked up his babies and went home.

He was not prepared for the way you cackled when he told you what happened.

*Konoha Akinori: 

You had gone away for a business trip, leaving your husband Konoha home with your 3 kids. (You guys have 2 girls and a boy)

Your middlest child, your son Akira, had recently come down with a cold making the poor thing miserable when he tried to sleep.

Being the good dad that he is, he gave his son some benadryl!

The next morning he woke up, and after letting his kids sleep in for a little bit he woke them up too.

...two of them.

He tried several times to get his son to leave his bed, but the little kid couldn’t so much as swing one foot over the side of his bed with out falling asleep again.

He didn’t think too much of it, the kid had a cold after all.

So he let him sleep for another hour or so before making him get up for real.

A day later you got home, and everything was pretty much normal.

Until you went to put your son to bed, and realized he had crashed on the couch.

“...Uhm, Akinori?” Your husband lifted his head at your voice, setting the dishes in the sink and drying his hands with a towel as he made his way over to you. 

“Yeah babe?” You took a look over towards your son before looking back to your husband.

“...Has Akira been like that all weekend?” Konoha ran his hand through his hair as he sighed. “No, only since Saturday. He wasn’t feeling good so I gave him some benadryl, he’s been dead to the world since.” You slowly nodded.

“Uhm, Akinori?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “How much benadryl did you give him?”

He left to grab the box, coming back with it in his hand as he continued to look at it.

He shook his head in confusion. “I gave him the amount the box said, 1 teasp-”- He paused.

Uh oh.

He in fact, had not given his son a teaspoon of benadryl.

He had given him a tablespoon.

*Kita Shinsuke: 

You had to leave early one morning for a doctors appointment; you were pregnant with you and Kita’s second child. 

Usually for these appointments Kita’s grandmother would watch your 3 year old daughter Kyoka.

But she had something to do that morning so Kita was the one responsible for getting her ready for preschool.

Kita was a good father so you weren’t worried.

You knew she would be put together, fed, and on time.

There was just one thing you couldn’t account for.

“Daddy?” Kita looked away from the mirror he was shaving in and down to his daughter, washing away the traces of shaving cream. “Yes sweetheart?”

She held out her small hand, 2 bright pink hair ties with little butterfly charms on them held out in her palm.

“Can you do my piggy tails please?” His eyes widened.

He hadn’t done hair...like...ever.

But from the puppy eyes his little princess was giving him, how could he not do it?!

Plus, it couldn’t be that hard...right? I mean, he had watched you do it plenty of times, and it was pretty straight forward.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed he had her stand on the ground in front of him.

He grabbed her brush and put the two hair ties she had given him on his wrist.

He brushed her hair and parted it as evenly as he could, trying to be gentle in the process.

Now time for the pig tails..

He pulled her hair back, trying to make it tight to it would stay.

...But he might have made it a little too tight.

He turned her around and realized he had made them way too tight.

Not only did her hair look like he had slicked it back with x4 strength hair gel, but it was so tight that her eyebrows had been stuck way up on her forehead.

He was quick to turn her back around, loosening the hair ties so she looks like a 3 year old again.

His face turned undeniably red as he told you what happened later that night, you light heartedly laughing at his misfortune.

Suna Rintaro: 

Suna had just gotten out of practice, and now he was on the way to his kids school. 

You and Suna had 4 kids, 2 boys and 2 girls. 

The youngest 2 had a doctor’s appointment earlier that day, which you had taken them too. Meaning Suna needed to pick the older 2 up from elementary school.

He had been listening to music, his music to be specific.

He had pulled into the parking lot, changing the playlist to a kid friendly one right before his children got in the car.

After they had told him about their days, and he had told about his, he switched back on the music.

It had been fine for a song.

Until he realized that he had a few songs qued.

The fun little song had just ended when the bass dropped, the color draining from his face as soon as the song started.

The mentioned song being “Big Bank” by YG, 2 Chainz, Big Sean and Nicki Minaj of course~.

He was quick to turn the radio off, waiting until he could pull over, empty the que, and turn on kid friendly music.

He told the kids to ‘forget what they heard’ and he continued on his drive home.

Now, you’ve got to remember, his daughter is in kindergarten and his son is in 2nd grade, so they’re still kind of at that “monkey see, monkey do” age range.

Or rather, “monkey hear, monkey repeat.”

He thought it was gonna be okay, they were good kids so he figured telling them to forget they even heard it, they would let it go.

There was just one thing about his children that he didn’t account for.

As obedient and well behaved as his children were, they were also very curious.

That night at dinner they had all been sat down at the table, eating dinner and talking about their days. 

You had been feeding your infant son while Suna had been watching the 3 year old, the other 2 older children happily eating their food. Until...

“Hey mommy?” You looked at your daughter with a smile, “Yes baby?” She continued to eat her dinner, “What’s a b!tch?” Your eyes widened as your husband choked on his food, your baby laughing at the scene before him.

Hitting his chest and taking a sip of water Suna tried to catch his breath.

“Nezuko we don’t say that, where did you hear that?!” She tilted her head as she looked at you confused before turning to look at Suna, pointing a small finger at him.

“It was on the radio, daddy told us to ‘forget’ but I didn’t know what it meant...What does it mean?” You sent a glare towards your husband as you sighed.

After explaining to your daughter why it was bad to say those things and not to repeat everything she heard you cleaned up your kids and put them to bed.

...You had quite the conversation with your husband later that night.

Ushijima Wakatoshi: 

Ushijima had been on grocery duty this week since you had a meeting with a friend.

He had the Friday off, and since you weren’t home he took the kids with him.

Now, I would like you to know that you guys have 6 kids. S I X.

Growing up with no siblings and divorced parents, Ushijima wanted to make sure none of his kids were lonely.

Originally you guys had two, each kid had a buddy.

...but then you had a third, and you couldn’t just leave him alone...

so you had another...then another...

And now you guys have 6. But it’s okay cause you both love kids anyway~

He was doing his best, he truly was. He had his 2 youngest sitting in the little seat by the handle bar, 2 kids in the basket, 1 hanging onto the side and the oldest walking alongside him.

When they got to check out he had to take one of the kids out of the basket, so he opted for his 3rd oldest, his son Kazue, figuring he was older so it’d be a-okay.

He checked out his extensive amount of groceries before loading them up into his car, and his kids.

He pulled out of the grocery store parking lot and got on the road, his kids singing along to the radio and chatting amongst themselves.

They had been driving for 6 minutes when his oldest child, Ren, spoke up. “Uh, dad?” He hummed, briefly checking the rear view mirror before returning his gaze to the road. “When are we going back to get Kazue?” His face lost all color as his eyes widened.

As swiftly and safely as he could he pulled over to the side of the road, whipping around in his seat to take a head count. ‘1..2..3..4..5...oh sh-’ Turning back around he got back onto the road, taking the nearest u-turn and rushing back to the store. 

Unbuckling his kids from their carseats he hurried them back into the store, his oldest holding the 2nd borns hand, as he held all 3 of the younger ones in his arms.

He frantically entered the store, almost collapsing with relief when he saw his son sat at the customer service desk with the security guard, eating a lollipop before smiling when he saw his dad come to pick him up.

After giving proof that yes, he was his father, he took all of his kids back home after getting them some ice cream.

...this would be one conversation he was not excited to have with you....

Yahaba Shigeru: 

Yahaba and his 2 sons had been hanging out in the living room while you finished making some snacks in the kitchen.

Yahaba had been trying to set up a DVD player, you guys were going to watch some home-videos from your high school days but they were all on CD.

So, after borrowing one from his parents house, he set out to hook it up to the TV.

...Which was proving much more difficult then he first anticipated.

His two boys, Itsuki (6) and Hayato (8) were in there with him, ‘helping’ as they had called it.

Yahaba groaned as he sat back, a hand ruffling through his hair as he racked his brain to think of the problem.

You had finished preparing everything so you came in, with the food, and set it down on the coffee table.

You came up behind your husband, kneeling down behind him and placing your hands on his shoulders.

“How’s it going?” He sighed, leaning back into you.

“Well, I think I know what I need to do, I’m going to have to stick my hand back there though. Hey Hayato, can you help me out buddy?” The 8 year old excitedly nodded.

“Great, I need you to hold this flashlight here, hold it steady okay?” Hayato nodded with a ‘Yup!’ before Yahaba laid down on his side, maneuvering to where he could see the back of the TV.

All had been going well, he had just got it hooked up, and after having you test it, it worked!

He tried to get himself out from behind the TV, until a sharp edge caught his finger.

“Sh!t!” Your eyes widened, “Shigeru!” He hadn’t realized his slip up until he was out from behind the TV, faced directly with your glare.

“Kids, don’t say that.” His youngest blinked at him. “But why?”.

Kneeling down in front of him Yahaba tried to explain, but it was a little hard when you were glaring holes into the back of his head and his oldest was giggling at the situation.

*Iwaizumi Hajime: 

It was a weekend in summer vacation, and you and your husband were both off work.

This meant, you guys got a whole day to spend with your 3 boys, and one of the things you guys loved to do as a family was play games.

On this particular afternoon, your sons had chosen to play twister.

You were a little skeptical because you had 3 competitive, rambunctious boys. 

And an equally competitive rambunctious husband.

But after getting 4 identical pouts you couldn’t say no...

But, you elected to be the spinner. (..for your own safety)

“Left hand, green.” This put your middlest son in quite the predicament.

The only space available was the Green directly by his fathers hand, meaning he’d have to crawl under Iwaizumi.

“Okay Hajime, right hand, yellow.” Iwaizumi grimaced as he tried to reach it.

 This wasn’t good, the mat was slick, his hands were sweating-

“oOf” Before he could catch himself he had completely lost his balance, landing right on his son.

You gasped in horror as you saw the life get squeezed out of your 5 year old, scrambling from where you sat to check on your now pancaked son.

“...Hiro..are you okay..?” 

His small head shot up with a “I’m okay!” Before he, albeit wearily, stood up brushing off his godzilla t-shirt before continuing on with his life.

You took a deep breath as you sat back down, flashing a warning look towards your husband who sheepishly smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

And after checking that yes, your son really was okay, you guys continued on with some...safer games.

Futakuchi Kenji: 

You had left for a weekend visit to see your parents in your hometown, leaving your husband and Your 3 girls alone.

It was a friday night, so after having a less than healthy dinner, ice cream and a fair amount of other sweets, Futakuchi figured a movie before bed would be a good way to finish off the night.

He scrolled through netflix trying to find a movie he could watch with his girls.

“Daddy, can we watch snow white?!” Futakuchi looked down at his oldest, Hayami, before he shrugged. “Sure.”

He may be a guy, but he was not above watching princess movies if it meant his babies were happy. Besides, it was a disney movie, what bad could be in it!

Everything was going swell, until the witch showed up.

He felt the sick feeling of dread in his stomach as soon as he felt his middlest curl in tight to his side, his youngest hopping off of the couch and climbing into his lap.

...Disney SHOULD have been a safe bet, but with the way his 3 girls were clinging onto him for dear life, he probably should have previewed it first..

That night he put them to bed, reading them a quick story before giving them each a kiss on their forehead and tucking them into bed. 

15 minutes.

15 minutes of almost sleep when he heard you guys’ bedroom door creak open, 3 sets of little feet pad over to his side of the bed.

“...daddy..?” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he opened them, brown eyes meeting the teary ones of his 3 children as they stood there. Speaking in as soft of a voice as he could he tried not to sound as tired as he knew he was.

“What is it munchkin?” His daughters all fidgeted where they stood, fiddling with the hems of their princess night gowns as they stood there.

“...We’re scared...can we sleep with you..?” Knowing he wouldn’t be able to get them to sleep like you could, and being incredibly tired himself he moved to the side, opening the covers and making room for all 3 of his princesses.

...This was going to be a long night for him.. 

Daishou Suguru: 

Daishou had been playing outside with his kids, his 2 year old son Kento and his 5 year old daughter Shizuko.

His son was sat on his shoulders, one of Daishou’s hands wrapped firmly around the boys ankles while the other pushed his daughter on the swing.

You had been inside getting dinner ready while they had been outside; smiling fondly at the smiles that were plastered on their faces.

When dinner had finished you walked to the sliding glass door, opening it and calling to them. “Dinners ready! Come inside and wash up so we can eat.” Your daughter and husband replied with ‘okay!’ as you went back to get plates. 

Slowing down the swing Daishou brought it to a stop so Skizuko could safely get off.

In all honesty, he was a good dad.

He was very mindful of his children and their surroundings, so they didn’t get hurt too often.

He was also very careful not to accidentally hurt them.

But accidents happen.

Walking to the back door, he, somehow either forgot or the thought didn’t register in his mind that his son was still perched on his shoulders.

He didn’t remember until a loud *whack!* was heard, and his sons cries sounded above him.

..He had tried going inside, through the door, with his son on his shoulders.

Bringing him down from his shoulders he quickly brought him inside to set him down on the counter, you almost screaming when you saw the bruise forming on his little forehead.

“Ah-wha-how- SUGURU! What happened?!”

Groaning Daishou gently put a small ice pack on his sons head, “...He whacked his head on the door frame...” You looked at him, “And how did he do that?”

Daishou sighed as he looked down, grimacing at the purple mark already present on his sons head.

...For the next few nights the couch became a good friend of his.

Numai Kazuma: 

Today was your son, Kazuya’s birthday. Today he would be turning 1.

Kazuya was the first, and so far only child you had with your husband of 3 years Kazuma Numai.

You and Numai were still learning how to be parents, and it had been an interesting journey to say the least, but you guys were doing good!

Your relatives and friends had just left, leaving you, Kazuma and your son.

It was pretty late so you started cleaning up in the kitchen and Numai started in the living room.

Kazuya had been pretty fussy, you both figuring he was tired, but when you tried to put him to sleep he wouldn’t even close his eyes.

So, deciding it’d be best to get it out of the way Numai held Kazuya as he was cleaning.

Things had been going just fine before Kazuya had reached out to grab at something on a nearby book shelf, causing the book shelf to start tipping over.

At that moment the only thing going through Numai’s mind was ‘stop the book shelf’, because at the moment, getting his son and him crushed by a bookshelf seemed like a very bad thing.

But what he hadn’t thought of was the fact that reflexively he had used both of his arms to stop said shelf (which didn’t even fall), the same two arms that had been holding his- “WAAAHH”

His eyes snapped down to the BABY he had just let go of, now crying on the floor.

You rushed into the living room, seeing your husband now cradling your still crying son, whispering apologies into his hair as he kissed the top of his head.

“Kazuma what happened?” 

He avoided eye contact. 

“...Kazuma...” Looking down he spoke.

“...I dropped him...”

...

“...you what?”

[pkjd]

A new key visual for the “Hachi-nan tte, Sore wa Nai deshou!” (The 8th son? Are you kidding me?) TV anime has been unveiled. It will have its broadcast premiere April 2nd.

-Synopsis-

“Ichinomiya Shingo, a 25-year-old man working at a firm company, while thinking of tomorrow’s busy working day, goes to sleep. However, when he woke up, he found himself in a room unknown to him and realized that he is inside a 6-years-old body, taking over his body and mind. He soon learns from the memories of the boy that the boy was born as the youngest child of a poor noble family living in a back country. Having no administrative skill, he can’t do anything to manage the vast land his family has. Fortunately, he is blessed with a very rare talent, the talent of magic. Unfortunately, while his talent could bring prosperity to his family, in his situation it only brought disaster. This is the story of the boy, Wendelin Von Benno Baumeister, opening his own path in a harsh world.”

-Staff-

Director: Tatsuo Miura

Series Composition: Takeshi Miyamoto

Character Design: Kenji Tanabe

Studio: Shin-Ei Animation, SynergySP

-Cast-

Wendelin (CV: Junya Enoki)

Elise (CV: Asuka Nishi)

Louise (CV: Yuuna Mimura)

Lina (CV: Mikako Komatsu)

Wilma (CV: M.A.O)

Erwin (Hiro Shimono)

Wendelin (Shizuka Ishigami)

Alfred (Daisuke Namikawa)

Roderich (Tomohito Takatsuka)

Burkhart (Yusaku Yara)

Armstrong (Masashi Yamane)

Kurt (Tomokazu Sugita)

Amalie (Yukana)

via: hachinan-anime.com

[ikemenfangirl]

Anime TV : Bungo to Alchemist, 3 new characters

Bungo to Alchemist (文豪とアルケミスト)

By: DMM Games

On Air: April 3, 2020

PV: https://youtu.be/UIKMusmnZ1M

Website: https://anime-bungo-alchemist.com/

*Bungo is charecter form Japanese writers in the past*

-Cast-

‎Akutagawa Ryunosuke CV.Suwabe Junichi #諏訪部順一

Dazai Osamu CV.Nakamura Yuichi #中村悠一

Nakahara Chuya CV.Kakihara Tetsuya #柿原徹也

Shimazaki Touson CV.Tachibana Shinnosuke #立花慎之介

Oda Sakunosuke CV.Onosaka Masaya #小野坂昌也

Tokuda Shusei CV.Watanabe Takumi #渡辺拓海

Sakaguchi Ango CV.Sugita Tomokazu #杉田智和

Hagiwara Sakutarou CV.Nojima Kenji #野島健児

Neko CV.Okawa Genki #大河元気

Sato Haruo CV. Tai Yuki #泰勇気

Tanizaki Junichirou CV. Okamoto Nobuhiko #岡本信彦

Hori Tatsuo CV. Takahashi Kouji #髙橋孝治

Bungo to Alchemist (文豪とアルケミスト) game

Play : http://pc-play.games.dmm.com/play/bungo/

Game ID available to connecting PC and mobile

Mobile Game (Japanese Store)

iOS : https://apps.apple.com/us/app/id1201600464

Android : https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.dmmgames.bunal