Jiro Yamada Novels & Stories

he said, letting the words fall like stones in still water, “I want to borrow a line from a certain idiot: ‘As long as you’re alive, there’s still a chance to change everything.’” Applause roared like a tide. And though most eyes were on the stage, only a few noticed when Kimura lifted a single fist toward the sky, just for a moment, as if answering something unseen. On his walk home, the wind was gentle, the road quiet. Then—thunk. Something smacked him on the head. “Oww—HEY!” He looked down. A rusty USB drive lay at his feet. Labelled, in fading ink: [Yamada’s Original Embezzlement Records. 1998]

I said to myself. Alpha Ryu stood before the pack in his red and black royal robe and a stringent smile that I had never seen before. I doubt the pack members have seen it too, as they also couldn’t believe it, washing their faces several times with water just to confirm. “I would like to thank my personal maid, as she was the one who washed these dishes. She has quite the guts to wash five hundred thousand, five hundred and fifty-four plates with not a single stain on them. She’s pretty much more excited about it than the rest of us”. He chuckled.

Yamamoto was confident that he was never wrong in assessing and recognising someone, even if he had only met them once and only briefly. His special ability led Yamamoto to become one of the leaders of the Yakuza—the largest mafia organisation in Japan—as well as being a direct descendant of one of the Yakuza's top leaders. Several of his fingers were missing, a sign that he had once made a grave mistake and received a very cruel punishment. The man narrowed his eyes, giving his full attention to a photo that he had deliberately cut out, leaving only the part showing the woman wearing a veil. In appearance, she did indeed resemble someone who would join a radical organisation and attach a su

Her white uniform set off her fair skin, making her look even more seductive. “It’s okay. Experts like him must have strong pride. Without pride, one cannot be the strongest. I finally understand why the Refined Blade Dojo can stand firm in Riverbank for so long. It’s because of you, Murao Hokujo. You are the treasure of this dojo,” Aiden said. “Treasure of the dojo? I like the way you put it,” Reiko said with a smile. “Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo.

Based on his outfit, he was not a local. Dragon Scale was stunned. Before she could ask, Dragon Head introduced him to her, “This is the VIP I invited from Japan, Kazuo Yamamoto.” Kazuo Yamamoto? Dragon Scale frowned a little. She felt like she had heard that name somewhere. All of a sudden, she remembered it. “Are you the current tribe leader of the Iga Ninjas?” Dragon Head gave her a big thumbs-up. “Wow, you’re quite knowledgeable. Like you said, Mr. Yamamoto is the tribe leader of the Iga Ninjas. I purposely invited him from Japan to deal with Thomas.”

Ichiro said excitedly, “Mr. Wade, you’re finally here! I’ve been waiting for you to come back in the past few days so I can follow you back to Japan and transfer 90% of Kobayashi Pharma’s shares over to you!” Jiro hurriedly said, “Mr. Wade, don’t believe anything that this b*stard is telling you. He’s a naturally rebellious and renegade person. He isn’t a good person at all! Why don’t you choose me instead? If you bring me back to Japan with you, I am willing to give you 95% of Kobayashi Pharma’s shares!” Ichiro was furious and he blurted out, “Jiro, you’re a beast who is willing to harm and take the life of your own biological brother! Now, you actually dare to say that I’m a renegade?!”

Master Yi's eyelids twitched when he saw the sword. The swordsmen from Japan usually had their own names. As for a sword shot, who used the famous saber "Jue", he was none other than the martial arts teacher of the Emperor of Japan. The living legend of Japan, the person admired the most by Katou Wudo, was the guardian of Yamamoto. "Is the person in front of me Yamamoto?" Master Yi's heart beat faster. Yamamoto, the strongest man in Japan, was known as the patron saint of Japan.

The question was a tough one, and I went mute. “She can, Gamma. She is a healer,” Daisy blurted and I stared at her in surprise. “I mean….” She cleared her throat. “Eira has the ability to make someone feel alright. She can dance for him. Do stupid things to make him happy. That’s the best form of healing, right?” Daisy sounded more dumb than me.

Yamamoto from Japan. This distinguished designer, over seventy years old and a national treasure in Japan, reportedly had a good relationship with the world-renowned design maestro, Danny Lin. He was highly respected in the design world. But this master had a peculiar temperament and high standards, rarely impressed by any work.

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"