Hiro Kimura's Literatures

“Naomi, you can’t do this! This is madness!” Hiro was standing in the doorframe, arms wide and hands open in an appeasing gesture. In vain. He was the only thing that stood between the snarling samurai and the outside. The first obstacle between them and their goal. And the tip of their blade, held still with utmost control a mere metre away from him, made it clear how they intended to deal with obstacles. “Move,” Naomi ordered.