Best Of Junji Ito Novels & Stories

Iori joked and Jun chuckled “Those two wouldn’t do you any physical harm. I wasn’t worried about that, but they… They have a way with words… Especially Tohru…” Jun said rubbing the back of his head nervously and looking at her, Iori smiled and touched his hand which he turned and immediately circled around hers, “I’m okay. I can take care of myself in that kind of situation. You don’t need to worry…” “You don’t understand!” Jun said, “Those two can be ruthless when they have something they want…” Jun protested

Charlie gauged Yamamoto Kazuki’s ability and smiled, “Mister, why are you so confident that Ito Nanako will be the next champion?” Yamamoto Kazuki replied with a proud look on his face, “I’ve been in the martial arts industry for many years. My experience has far exceeded most common folks. In my professional opinion, Miss Ito is a genius. Plus, with my constant coaching and lecture, she will definitely win the championship!”

With a barely audible acknowledgment, Akira nodded, her thoughts still lingering on the earlier conversation and the handsome figure from her memory. Ayumu Ito, the English teacher, was a twenty-six-year-old single man who captivated everyone’s admiration, especially the girls, fellow teachers, and students. His long blonde hair, typically tied back in a neat ponytail during class, framed his fair skin and round brown eyes. With a slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with a hint of red, he embodied a perfection that seemed almost ideal.

“How could I think that? I’ve heard about your ruthlessness. After all, the Ito family killed a fair number of civilians during World War II. Even though your grandfather ended up on trial, it ironically elevated your family's status among extremists. Your Yamaguchi-gumi even helps the government take care of political dissidents. I’m not wrong, am I?” He didn’t move, but I felt the trembling of the blade’s tip. I smirked. “But that doesn’t matter, because I have good news for you. You have another son.” Kenji Ito’s grip on the sword loosened, and it clattered to the ground. “Is what you’re saying true?” He hurriedly approached me. “Of course it’s true because…” Using the force of the two me

Aito quickly closed the door and plopped back on a chair with TJ who was busy munching on a chocolate cookie. Chief Inspector Todou watched Aito suspiciously. He felt that things shouldn't be too easy. Even after seeing Ryu, Aito really wasn't affected? Does that mean his memories will never come back? He decided to ask and see. "Uh, Aito, you're not affected at all by what you just saw?" Confused, Aito shook his head. "Should I be? I mean, he's really handsome and all but he's not my type. I can't deal with such people"