Gaijin Novels & Stories

~”Well if it isn’t my favorite sisters” Kenji said. Both sisters turned to the man who had let himself in. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember me, Sachi?” he turned to her sister. “Megumi?” he reached out and took her hand to kiss it. “I don’t remember you” Megumi replied. “Well then I need to reintroduce myself. Kenji Goya. I used to come around a lot when I was younger. I can’t believe that you didn’t tell her about me Sachi” he smiled.

“At any rate, you can imagine how the tradition extends to within the walls of a blue Slayer school. Nerd-nins and other weaklings are called Wogs.” “So the bullies think they’re doing the Wog a favor,” Aki concluded, “by strengthening his character or some such nonsense.” “I can certainly imagine it,” Temujin agreed. “Before I passed the Test of Burning Ice that Chief Reijo arbitrated, I was called ‘gaijin’ by the villagers.” Sasha nodded. “‘Gaijin’ means outsider. As you experienced, community, ethnicity and family are very big in the north.” “Deru kugi wa utareru,” Aki quoted. “The nail that sticks out gets hammered down.”

A woman, elegantly dressed but with an air of anxiety etched upon her face, approached Gia tentatively. "Gia?" The woman's voice trembled slightly, her eyes scanning the room nervously. "Yes?" Gia turned to face her, her expression guarded yet curious. The woman took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "My name is Hellen. I... I'm Ejay's mother." Gia's initial surprise was quickly replaced by a cautious wariness. She had heard about Ejay's mother in passing, a figure shrouded in mystery due to her scarce appearances in public.

We were chattering, sharing anecdotes from the expo, our laughter cutting through the background noise. “Honestly, Adrian, your presentation on neural interface technology was mind-blowing,” Kenji said, swirling his pasta. “I’ve never seen anything so clearly articulated, especially given its complexity. My Japanese colleagues are still raving.” “Oh, you’re too kind, Kenji,” I demurred, feeling a blush creep up my neck. I genuinely enjoyed discussing my work, my passion for bridging technology and human biology. This was Gabe’s world, a world I understood. “So, Gabe,” Lena, a bubbly researcher from Berlin, chirped, her eyes sparkling, “you’re just amazing with languages. You said you speak l

Alisa said, stuttering a little. “Ah, Clonovia huh? This must be your first time here too, right, Alisa-san?” Kyouko asked. “Uh, yeah. I’ve never been here before,” she replied a little awkwardly. “Ah, okay then. I’ll explain a little about this city and its people. Surely you’re still unfamiliar with it, right?” While pulling her cart around town, Kyouko explains the history of the city and its inhabitants. “Kaguyashima is one of three cities inhabited by us, the Higashinese people. We are not the original ethnics that inhabit Vitania, but rather immigrants who came from the Yamato Shogunate in the middle of the Babel Sea,” Kyouko explained.

In these negotiations David acquired the nickname of the "Clever Gaijin" because he had a knack for finding mutually beneficial solutions to complex problems. His cleverness was noticed at the highest levels. When the negotiations concluded he was one of the six Americans invited to the "consummation ceremony" where the CEO of the Japanese firm and the lead partner of his law firm signed and celebrated the progress they had made together. A dozen male Japanese were on hand, all business people and lawyers who worked in teams. In the Japanese tradition every level of the firms was represented, symbolizing their importance to the group effort.