Futakuchi Kenji Novels & Stories

“Everyone dies someday. So will I. It holds especially true for a member of Hati, especially the Phantoms.” Kenji smiled at Yuri. “All men are born free, and they will die free. That is the way of life. But before I die, I am going to make sure that you know everything that I can teach you. If I can’t make you forget about revenge, I won’t try to stop you. But I will make sure that you have the skills and the tools needed to ensure that you actually made it out alive.” Kenji pulled down part of the collar of his coat from the left side of his neck, exposing a black butterfly tattoo with spread wings just above his collarbone on the left side of his neck.

Jai tilted his head with an apologetic smile. “Ah! Sorry!” Ruta scratched his head nervously. “I forgot you’re not from here. Of course you don’t know them,” the boy smiled at him and counted with his finger. “Akaito Fujii. A prodigy from the Fujii clan. He has pale red hair and pretty, dark purple eyes. People like Akaito onii-chan a lot because he is very talented and creative, both in a fight or his achievement in the singing industry.” Jai listened intently to the boy.

Too well. Pita- Hiroto's grandson, his father is Yumena's younger brother. As you can tell from his name his Mother is of french descent. ???: Kenichi- a guitar player Kagami befriended during auditions. He studied music in America overseas. Gives Kagami his miso-shaped bean bag first day moving in. Has adopted the American mindset of suing instead of negotiating things. Wallace- A gothic half-american player with a tall stature and deep voice. He gifts Kagami his table first day he moves into the dorms.

He wouldn't kill him just yet, the fact that he was sleeping on the couch showed that Yoshiki didn't like him very much. When Kenchiki entered the room, he found Yoshiki lying on the bed. He had thrown off the duvet cover sometime during his sleep and was only wearing sweatpants, his soft hair spread out on the pillow, his hands were on either side of his face, and his legs were spread open, he was like a human starfish.

The interior reflects the wealth in a minimalist way, which is actually pleasant to look at. “Alpha Fenriz, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Takahashi Itsamu, Homura’s husband, comes out to greet us when we sit down to have tea. Slipping his arm around his wife, he gives me a look that says he’s not scared of me. Cute.

"And who do you think you are, Brian is mine and mine forever. I don't have time competing with you a maid, you are a nobody and that's how it's supposed to be." Thelma replied looking angry. "I'm not going to argue with you over someone who doesn't even like you we aren't kids, have a little respect for yourself and stop all this, you don't scare me so just stop it." I told her and took Janet hand and walked out of the kitchen not waiting for her respond..

Immediately after landing, the lead ninja contacted Takahashi Machi, Eikichi’s father. Machi was at the hospital now. His eldest son, Eikichi, was still undergoing surgery to implant plates in both arms. After the surgery, he would have to stay in a cast for at least three months to recover gradually. After receiving the call, Machi immediately asked, “Fujibayashi-san, how are things going?” The one called Fujibayashi-san was the leader of the four ninjas. His name was Fujibayashi Masatetsu, and the Fujibayashi clan was one of the four great ninjutsu families in Japan.

always in happy mode! Fuji must be half-Japanese based on his pale fair skin and chinky black eyes. He also has a nice set of raven-black eyebrows and his hair is shiny. Fuji is tall, his body is long and lean, and he lived up to the reputation of being a bishounen guy. He's like a smiling Kaede Rukawa. Hehehe. I'm wondering if this one has a girlfriend, Fuji is like Bennet's inheritance, a workaholic.

“Kenzo-Kun, the most outstanding disciple of your Harusame family, Maru Harusame, died in the hands of that man.” Next to the samurai were two men. The duos were the left and right arm of the Holy Tiger. This man with wooden clogs on his feet with double swords hanging from his waist was no other than Kenzo Harusame, the head of Harusame family rumored to have the potential to become the new generation of swordmaster of Japan in the future. Obviously, a wave of murky anger was building up in his body.

Every movement was etched in her mind—clear, broken down, analyzed. The first, Kenji, was fast—maybe too fast. Japanese, shorter stature, lightning footwork, razor-sharp control. He struck before others even read the cue. Exceptional reflexes, and he understood one crucial thing: he wasn't the lead—he was the shadow behind it.