Chad Yasutora Novels & Stories

The man asked. “Jide…Jidennaya. And I am a boy.” “Sorry about that, but I think you should learn to keep your hair short, that way your masculine looks would appear.” It is none of your business. Jide wanted to say but refrained from it. He had passed the parchment to one of the men and they had hurriedly handed them to the man on the podium. “You must be new here. My name is Godson Chukwu. An instructor of the gospel and ways of the kingdom.” He had opened the parchment now, and the frown on his face made Jide wonder if he was disgusted by the useless symbols or by the smell of dirty parchment.

That place cannot be occupied by anyone else, understand? Zacharias snorted. -From when I obey you here. I'm the godfather if I feel like it, not because you ask me to, but if I find out that you gave that place to someone else before I return, I'll make sure to blow your ass, understand? -

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Not so lucky. Yara didn't stop. Consumed by rage, she kept her foot on the gas, slamming into him. The aftermath was brutal. Chad's legs were crushed, leaving him permanently disabled. He spent over a month in the ICU just clawing his way back to consciousness. Emerson wasted no time cleaning up the mess. Yara? Straight to prison. Release date? Let's just say she shouldn't hold her breath. ...

Chika however never appreciated anything because it was sadly never enough. Chika “ my grandmother could buy this expensive a** s*** and claims she could only afford eighty dollars for my birthday!” “ I never even got a graduation gift!” Chika is thirty-one years old, but still expects everyone around her to foot the bill for her lifestyle. She smokes pot and that’s all she spends her money on. She could not keep a job to save her life because according to her everyone was jealous or out to get her. Granted she was the one always late for work when she saw it beneficial to actually go.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

That person took a deep breath and introduced himself. That person was from a ninth-grade clan in Sky Peak Continent and was a chosen disciple. His name was Chad Lee. Sky Peak Continent was around the same level as Lycan Continent. They were not at the top of third-grade worlds, but not weak either. Chad was definitely among the stronger warriors around.

Lassen, still slumped on the ground, chimed in, "Yes, that lowlife competed with my son for a girlfriend and caused his death. He also misled Naomi!" Zayan looked at Chad, then turned back to them with exasperated anger. "You call him a lowlife? Then what does that make you? Useless scum?" Everyone was stunned by this remark, their eyes shifting to Chad. Zayan pointed at Chad without hesitation, saying, "Do you even realize who he is? He's the grandson of the God of War who guards the nation, my future grandson-in-law, and also Sheldon's senior disciple. And you call him a lowlife?"

He braved a step forward, then pulled out the sword on his waist and demanded, “Who are you?!” “Who am I?” The swordsman’s face was ice cold. He wiped his blade with his sleeve and replied calmly, “I am Kaito Yamaguchi of the Shindan Way. Mr. Josh has done me a great favor.” “I will kill you for murdering his entire family today, Harvey York!” “Do you have the courage to fight back?!” “Kaito Yamaguchi?!” Tyson’s expression changed frantically. “The curator of Mordu’s Shindan Way Kendo Hall?!”

I say walking towards the door. “Yeah, I’ll take one too, thanks man” I return to my office with our coffees just as Grayson is pulling the video meeting up on the tv screen. Handing Grayson his coffee, I take a seat beside him in front of the webcam’s focus. The tv screen connects on the Great Councils' side and the seven current members, Garret, Chaz, Austin, Richard, Daniel, Raymond, and Bryant come into focus.