Countryhumans Japan Novels & Stories

Are you genuinely willing to marry a seventy-year-old Japanese crime boss purely for sushi access, Sera? The silence that follows answers the question for both of us. Japan disappears from the list. "Australia," I say, recovering quickly. "Honestly a cool country. Beautiful beaches." Caspian's expression shifts into something gleeful and completely unhinged. "Spiders," he says simply. "Absolutely full of them. Giant, feral ones. In the walls, in the beds, on the ceiling, under the"

Justin blurted out something about the food as he obviously wanted to avoid talking about the past of my father. "The food is really nice. I feel like I am inside the Japan right now!" "Have you been in that place?" I asked Justin. "Yes! I went there several months ago. I really love Japan, especially the Mount Fuji. I also like the Sakura season and the people there. The people are also nice!" "Would you like to go to Japan?" asked my father.

Japanese people surrounded me, something that I have not been surprised. I turned to the culprit and the cause of the sudden change of incident. Gavin was there and just chuckled as if enjoying my none surprise reaction. "Welcome to Japan!" He uttered excitedly. Look like I will buy a grocery in Japan today. In a remote and secluded place, a pig woman travelled to reach the town where she was planning to buy something to eat. But unexpectedly a male pig came and joined the female pig.

Still, I will happily flirt with anyone who doesn't seem too embarrassed to talk to me. A little about myself. As I said, my name is Ayumi. I am Japanese-American. Full Japanese by birth, but I've been living in America since I was young. I have embraced the American culture, but work very hard at hanging onto my Japanese roots. Of course, if my mom had even an inkling of what I do for "work", she would make short shrift of putting an end to this lifestyle. Fortunately, she rarely visits. Usually I go to see her, in Kyoto, my old hometown.

Grandpa Isamu sent her a message saying he and his wife landed safely in Japan. She gave the old man a call, and they talked for a bit. Ellie talked to Aiko as well. Both husband and wife thanked her and her family for their help and hospitality. And just like that, her big heart earned her another set of friends.

************************************************* Warning: Alternative POVs ************************************************* 1-04-2113 (11:00 pm Kyoto: Original City, Japan) ************************************************* Isuzu Kai-Mikumi hated Japan. Well no, she hated her home, not so much the country. The country had never wronged her. As far as she was aware, she’d lived a relatively blessed life, good friends, and a good neighborhood. She was treated relatively well, and on certain days she had the love of a man; biologically her father.

From that moment onward, he remained silent for the rest of the journey, curling into his seat as the bus rumbled toward an unfamiliar world. Their destination, as it turned out, wasn’t much different from the Rodrigo ranch. Another place built on open land and the warm breath of horses. The owner was Mr. Yamazaki, an elderly Japanese widower with no wife, no children, and only a loyal housekeeper and a handful of workers to keep the ranch alive.

Megumi exclaimed warmly giving each of them a portion of fried rice (Indonesian fried rice is considered one of the delicious foods in the world) “Thanks, Megumi! It looks tasty.” Alfi said drooling. “Tee hee... Just eat it, Alfi. You must be hungry, right? This is your favorite food anyway.” Megumi said taking a seat between Alfi and Kartika. Kartika looks irritated. “How about our food supply? I am ready to hunt some beasts for our dinner!” Herman asked in excitement. “Don”t worry Herman, Pinto uses his Iru to provide anything we need like food, bed, etc. So, there”s no worry about it.” Cakra explained.

I mean, we were in the middle of saving a country, do we have the luxury of engaging ourselves in leisure activity? Well. In fact, I think we do have that luxury. “Okay then, I’ll cook something for the two of us.” It’s been a while since I last indulge myself in Japanese cuisine. The last time I ate a proper Japanese cuisine was when I returned back to my hometown back in my old world to enjoy some grilled meat. The taste of the A1 steak is still fresh on my tongue as if I ate it just yesterday. I opened the online store and start scrolling for some ingredients that I could buy.

Typical German breakfast. Back when I was in Japan, I missed home made food. Yuta and his wife, Sakura would drop by sometimes to give me handmade Sushi and Sashimi–Japanese dishes. But most of the time I’d eat takeouts, or packeted foods. These two years were painful, lack of money, lack of any family contact.