Behind Japanese Names Novels & Stories

“Your first name isn't Twilight?” “It's my second name. My first name is Tis, more like the shorter version. It's Tisiphone (Tis-if-uh-nee) and it’s a Greek name. I also have a third name; it’s Ama’Rose. It’s a contraction for Amanita Rose and yes, I was named after a mushroom as well. Call me by whichever one you want. A lot of people know me as Tisiphone, but my friends prefer Twilight for some reason.” “You have some pretty weird parents. Couldn't they give you a normal Japanese name? I think because of your hair, Fuyu, Yuki or Shiro would have suited you. Or if they wanted to keep 'Twilight' they could've just translated it to Hakumei.”

"Why are you calling me that?" "Because that man didn't want to get closer to have anything to do with me. He was trying to ask me in perfect Japanese who you were. In other words, he wanted to know if you were capable of going on a date, but you came in like a fool marking territory, and that made him realize that I'm his boss and you're my husband." Japanese phrases and/or words: Shōgun: It was a historical title in Japan granted directly by the emperor and was used to refer to the general who commanded the army and ruled in a region on his behalf.

he slightly bumped my shoulder with his. “Sure.” “Why don’t you go by Ren? Almost everyone calls you Percy.” I thought about it. Ren is my first name, technically, Percy is just an English name. It isn’t even my middle name. My mom wanted me to have a Japanese and English name. “I’m not sure. Some people call me Ren. Like my dad, my grandpa, and some of the elders who were there for my father’s birth. But my mother calls me Percy so people kind of went with it.”

His eyes… They were mine. Then he said it. “Musuko.” My son. And just like that, the truth unraveled. My name wasn’t the one everyone called me. My father wasn’t dead. My entire life wasn’t what I thought. My real name is Gintaka—no, forget it. I hate that name. My real name is Gino Suzuki. I’m not Filipino. I’m full Japanese. Mommy Cez raised me speaking Japanese, and over the years, the language became mine too. Something I could hold on to.

"If it's possible, Restia— do you mind going to 八島 (Yashima – Eight Islands) to find some information about the golden nine-tailed fox?" "Yashima? You mean, 日の本大八洲 (Hinomoto Oyashima)?" Restia asked. 八島 (Yashima — Eight Islands), or the full name known as 日の本大八洲 (Hinomoto Oyashima), is famously known as 'The Great Eight Islands of the Land of the Rising Sun'. It is a country located in the east with eight main islands and multiple smaller islands connecting in a curved line. When looked at from above, it looked like the shape of a dragon, so it was given another nickname called 眠りの竜 (Nemuri no Ryu), also known as 'The Slumbering Dragon'.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

But what stuck out was her last name. I know that name. Every cop in the state knows that name. Hell, my father knew that name back when he was a cop in Japan. That was a name that put fear in the hearts of men. It was the name of a man, of a clan you didn’t cross. “Hatake…” I repeated the word, feeling uneasy just saying.

Everett looked down at me as his brows rose. I looked up at him, realising how close our faces were. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards, ’Seems like you have been doing well in your research, darling,’ he scanned my face. Facing the wall again, ‘After the war, they engraved their names here in their mother tongue, so their offspring could remember who they were, what name they carried in their blood,’ he dragged his finger across the first name, ‘Cadman…’ then he moved down to the second name, ‘… Fukuda… Warner… Reika…’ Then his hand lay over mine as he spoke the final name, ‘and Imala.’

Probably around Mason’s age. To me, Tristan asked, “Are you freaked out, err...?” “Haru,” Sakura provided. “His name is Haru, meaning spring in Japanese and he’s half-Japanese.” Tristan burst out laughing. “You’re half-Japanese? I thought you were, but now I’m sure. And your name means spring. That’s a nice name, like our sister Sakura.” “Hello, everybody, we’re home.” Two males came in through the front door, and I suspected they were the brothers I hadn’t yet met.

The corners of Charlie’s mouth twitched slightly as he smiled awkwardly and asked Yahiko, “Why did they choose such a weird name?” Yahiko said with a smile, “This is the unique sense for most Japanese brands. Regardless of whether something is good or bad, it must be packaged and given a high-end name, preferably a name that is difficult to understand so that it would seem very professional!” Charlie looked at Yahiko and asked him, “Mr. Ito, in your honest opinion, does this sake really taste good?” “Does it taste good?” Yahiko fell into deep thought for a moment and then said seriously after thinking for a while, “Mr. Wade, to be honest with you, this thing tastes far worse than Cola in ter