Gaijin Novels & Stories

you damn drooling adult. "Oh, Gomen, I mean, sorry!, "I immediately wiped my drool with my sleeves. "Are you Kai Shiwabaka?" he asked, "Miss Grey sent me here to accompany you." "Ah, what?," I inquired with confusion. "My name again?," I know what I heard, just to make sure... "Aren't you Kai Shiwabaka?" With a doubtful face this time, he replied. 'Shiwa', her shortcut of Watashi wherein in Nippon, it means 'me' while ba'ka---

Lee Umji's smile widened knowing that tomorrow she had no work to do. "I'm sorry. A friend asked me to go out tomorrow," said Lee Umji, refusing Ha Mino's invitation. Ha Mino frowned in confusion and surprise. How could Lee Umji, who had just been to Japan for the first time, had acquaintances and even friends? "Oh, he is a person of Japanese descent who I know in Korea," continued Lee Umji explained after seeing the look on Ha Mino's face. "Really? All right, we can go somewhere after work is done," said Ha Mino understandably.

Gilbert answered. Jai smiled. "I see. I never knew." Gilbert chuckled. "Now you do. Oh I actually heard that extermination news from my cousin. And on that side story that you accept extermination request, I have to ask, are you perhaps an adventurer, Jai? We got no information about you except that you're from Letush and that you're a golden stranger." "Golden stranger..." Jai sweatdropped at the nickname. Darrion laughed. "He's not. He would be an exceptional adventurer if he's one though. He's very good at dealing monsters."

Gia was both dumbfounded and surprised, her jaw slack as she gazed at Jennivah and took in her robes. “And your friend is?” Jennivah prompted politely. “Oh! Oh yes, this is Gia, my best friend from the Chiyad pack. She’s here visiting for my birthday.” I grabbed Gia’s elbow and tugged her forward, suddenly nervous. “She’s a yellow!” I added helpfully. “Ah, a fellow healer!” Jennivah’s face broke into a warm smile. “Welcome.” Gia bowed so low I thought her forehead was going to smash on the top of Jennivah’s desk. Jennivah smiled graciously, choosing tactically not to acknowledge the beet-red look on my friend’s face.

"My name is Ritian. Where... did you two came from?" Gino scratched his nape, shy and hesitant. It was Evo who answered, "We were tasked to get a specific root for a medicinal recipe. We can't find it on our usual spot, that's why we crossed the border. You came from the other side, right? Please don't report us." "Ah, no." Ritian observed their garments. It was indeed more formal than the Han village's clothes. "I ran away from home. I wanted to earn a living but I encountered a mishap on my way. It was a huge boar."

Ishida introduced himself to the aged man. “What business do you have here? We never invited you here!” the hunchback yelled furiously. “We’re searching for the Great Sea City of Ajens, sir. I apologize for being an uninvited guest, but my plane was heavily damaged and I had to make a forced landing.” “Ajens? Did you say Ajens?” the old woman asked, cupping her hand on her left ear. “Yes ma’am,” Ishida replied. “Oh come on, Nina! It’s all nonsense,” the old hunchback moaned. “Don’t mind her. She’s half deaf.”

Thou shall kneel and kiss my feet! “Haera, mukhang obsessed ka na sa kabayong iyan,” Rio noticed, slightly scratching his head. In return, she giggled as her palm covered her lips that looks naturally wet, with moist similar to a morning dew. “The fur that as white as a snow, and eyes that looks like a deep blue ocean . . . ” I smelled menace in the awe drawn on her face. “So strange. Really strange.” The way she speaks, it sounds like a mad scientist who just got her favorite subject of experiment. “And every strange thing belongs to a strange person, Devon Hamian.”

I snort, “Oh puh-lease there’s nothing really fancy about my name.” “What? That’s preposterous. It’s a really unique name. I’ve never ever met someone named as America before.” He commented. “Because it’s not supposed to be a name for a human.” “I don’t think so. It suits you.” I smile, “Thanks. Are you a tourist in here too?” He nods, “Yeah. Actually, I used to be a tourist but I bought my own small house after a month long stay here and decided to live on this beautiful island.” He answers with such wonderful accent.

***Hyacinth*** We finally returned to the Philippines, this time to delve into the intricacies of Golden Goose Corp (GGC), my father’s company. The moment we stepped off the plane, the tropical heat hit me like a wall. The sun was relentless, its rays prickling against my skin. I’ve always preferred colder climates, but duty called. As we walked toward the waiting car, I sneezed loudly, the sudden change in temperature catching me off guard. Patricia handed me a tissue with a knowing smile.

"French, German, now English... Oh, and also Elwin." I couldn’t bring myself to mention his Nigerian wife, Jeneta Agu, standing elegantly by his side. She was watching me closely, her almond eyes sharp, as though she could sense the tension thrumming just beneath my skin. Jinhai chuckled, breaking the moment. "What? Is that a bad thing? I’ve got a foreign wife too, after all. Your mother is Canadian, remember?" He smiled at Jeneta, who leaned into him effortlessly like they were carved from the same stone.