Gyutaro Kny Novels & Stories

I kind of liked having my brain in my head. Surprisingly enough, a dim yellow glow leaked from the kitchen into the passage. Rounding the corner, I halted. Gunnar sat at the kitchen island, crystal glass in hand with an amber liquid swirling inside. He had the glass pressed to his forehead, a pensive expression covering his face. The white button-down he wore was open, body taunting me with his expertly carved frame. He still had his dress slacks on — it didn't seem like he had done much since he returned home from the office.

“What the hell is going on?” The little CEO pushed up imaginary glasses. “Father, I’m simply nurturing my classmates’ financial literacy. According to my research, only 37% of Japanese elementary students utilize their allowance effectively—” “That’s not the point!” Kenichi shouted, pointing furiously at the ongoing Eraser Auction inside. “Why does the teacher have a Kimura Securities employee badge?!” Takuto gave a sly smile. “Efficient use of human resources. Ms. Sato is head of Risk Management. Her monthly salary is… twenty bags of potato chips.”

I had no use for them from the beginning, but now that they have betrayed me, I would finally be able to clear out those tyrants. A knock on the door followed by a loud grunt caught my attention, the magazine slowly falling from my hands onto the desk. Gemy, my lead messenger, strode in; an arrow had pierced his legs, and he didn’t seem to be regenerating due to the wolfbane attached. “What’s your report?” I went back to being stern. He stared at me with empathy while seizing glances of his bleeding leg. After he’d calmed down, he began his report. “According to the report I got, she has washed four hundred thousand, five hundred and fifty-four plates and broke one some minutes ago.” Gemy an

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking

The knob felt cold under my palm, and as I turned it, his words rang out loud and clear. "For someone who didn't want to hurt me, you sure put a lot of force behind it when you drove the fucking knife into me."

He didn’t even give her a second glance, focusing solely on Ryu. "Let me introduce Yuto Nakamura. He’s the one who will take over from me." Kaname introduced Ryu to a familiar name. Though Ryu had never met Yuto in person, he had heard his name mentioned many times. "Nice to meet you. I'm Ryusuke Sato, a representative from Kuryugumi." Like his father, Yuto smiled widely and shook Ryu’s hand energetically. After the brief introduction, they sat back down. Kyoko deliberately shifted to sit directly behind Ryu, making herself even less visible, reducing the risk of Yuto suddenly remembering her.

The underground was alive with violence. A symphony of blood and bone colliding in the ring, of men who had nothing left to lose betting it all on a single punch. The air was thick with sweat, iron, and the weight of desperation. Kane sat alone in his private room. The dim glow of the overhead light cast sharp shadows across his face. He exhaled, glancing at the clock. 1:55 AM. A knock at the door. His patience was thin tonight.

Grub said, beating his chest proudly, and then pointing to another tattoo that was half covered by his rope belt, he had begun to slide his pants down to show the remainder of it as he spoke, “Grub once plow most beautiful Knarl magic thrower in all Kuumakun.” “Ok, ok, we get the point Grub,” Rex said, lifting his hand to block the view Grub was trying to show, “Look! There’s a temporary blade!” he added, pointing to a rusty hunting dagger a few paces away from them in the hand of a deceased cannibal.

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?!”

Izanagi, our guitarist with bleach blonde hair held up a fist to his chest then the sky, it was a silent tribute. "Thanks, Kagami!" Gen's eyes were full of tears, he's our drummer but he's always the first to cry. He used to have a mohawk, but his girlfriend convinced him to shave it off so now he's bald. "We love you, man!" Utaka waved with both arms, his strawberry blonde hair fluttering in the wind, he was half french and had the energy of a chipmunk but his piano playing oddly filled those listening to it with rapture. "We'll never forget youuuu!"