Japanese Honorifics Tan Novels & Stories

7:30am Tokyo time, confirmed with Tanaka's office. No greeting. No sign off. She figured that was probably the right language for this particular conversation. The reply came back in under a minute. Fine. She stared at it. "Fine," she repeated quietly to her screen. Maggie appeared at her shoulder from absolutely nowhere in the way Maggie apparently just did. "That's good," Maggie said, looking at the screen. "Fine is good?" "From him? Fine is excellent. Fine means it was done correctly and he has nothing to say about it." She moved away. "You'll learn the vocabulary."

Sasha thought his heart would burst. “How many times have I told you to call me A-chan?” she asked sweetly. She was referring to the honorific “hime” which meant princess and was slightly less formal than “oujo”. The suffix “chan”, on the other hand, loosely translated to little and was a term of endearment used for children, girls and close friends. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I keep forgetting we were childhood friends. It feels like there’s a huge gulf between now and that time. Anyway, what were you playing?”

Try to eat and then sleep. A Chinese girl placed the tray on the table and bowed her head respectfully. “Thanks, Ah,” said the supervisor. The girl smiled and left without making a sound. — What did you call the girl?! Diana asked, intrigued. — "Ah". Most servant girls or maids are called "'Ah". It's kind of a title. In Cantonese there is no word for this, the closest term is " Gung-yan " but they find it offensive. "Ah" is a kinder way of referring to them. The supervisor smiled and patted Diana on the arm. - With time you get used to it and you won't find it so strange anymore. I know you'll do well here, I can feel it. Forget Dr. Jonathan. I know him well. This is just a facade.

(Hanī, anata wa saisho ni ikimasu, watashi wa tada nanika o te ni ire ni ikimasu. (Honey, you go on first, I will just go get something.) “さて、早くしてください。” (Sate, hayaku shite kudasai.) (okay, make it quick.) The woman pecked the man on the cheeks and walked to Nana with a proud triumphant smile. She crossed her arms and squatted on the floor to reach Nana’s eye level, placing a finger on Nana’s chin, forcing her to look up to her.

Hello to my readers. I wanted to leave a short message here. Since Nightide takes place in South Korea, I will be using some of the Korean honorifics, but not all of them. Here is the list of what I will use. Oppa-- means "older brother" and is used by younger females towards older male friends or siblings. Hyung--means "older brother" and is used by young males towards older male friends or siblings. Unnie--means "older sister" and is used by younger females towards older female friends or siblings.

While walking and looking around I didn't notice that there was already someone in front of me. “Ah, S-Sumimasen! (Sorry/Excuse me)” woah, that's nihonggo. You really are an anime addict, Agatha. You even adapt it here, tsk! “Tss, next time look at where you're going. Stupid.” it rudely says. He's mean! Who gave him the right to insult me? Are we close? Are we friendd? “That's why I apologize, didn't I?” I respond sarcastically to what he said.

We both remained silent and just stared at each other. Before I knew what was going on, I felt his arms wrapped around me. He hugged me tightly like as if he was trying to ease his pain. I hugged him back trying my best to cool him down. He was hurt, I could feel it. Who was that guy that he had so much hatred for? "I missed you!" He whispered softly in my ears, and my heart skipped a little. I missed him too. Yada- it is a Japanese word which means no. Arigato - thank you.

He looked down to find that a cucumber resting against his shoe. ‘Weeeird.’ “Excuse me, ‘Bocchan’, I seemed to have dropped my cucumber. Would you mind picking that up for me?” Tamashi turned around to find an older-looking man standing with two grocery bags in his arms. “Uh, sure, just let me- wait a minute, what did you just call me?” “I don’t remember. What did I call you?” “You called me the Japanese word for boy, the one specifically used as an insult.” “Ah, you know Japanese?”

I didn't even know he spoke it. Then Hiroshi's attention turns to me. "And this is Miss Blake." I bow, not too deeply, remembering the protocols. "Tanaka-san, thank you for having me." "Your Japanese is good," he observes. "Only a few phrases. I didn't want to presume by attempting a full conversation and making mistakes." The corner of his mouth quirks. "Honest. I appreciate that." He gestures to the seating area—low chairs around a traditional tea table. "Please, sit. We'll have tea before business."

Tanaka’s hand, another thing that I had to remember. “So I have been told…,” Mr.Tanaka hinted a little bit of smile and he continued, ”you’re away better than your photograph. If you clean a little bit and present next to milady, you’ll be mistaken as the vampire prince.” I rolled my eyes. Sometimes people couldn’t understand whether Mr. Tanaka was praising or mocking. But I liked the way the doctor was being positive and considered that as a compliment, “Well, I’m flattered, Mr. Tanaka. Is it okay if I take that offer to clean myself and be decent to present in front of the lady?”