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]

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.

Properly, I placed the shirt in the closet. I sent my focus to the room. I had to put it in order. It was a bit messy because of the plates on the little dining table. I got into cleaning and arranging. Gamma Liam stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Drops of water dripping from his hair touched his chest and it got my attention. Once again, my eyes were fixed on his tattoo. “You can go have your shower,” he calmly uttered. “Huh? I….?” I pointed at myself, my gaze snapped to his face.

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.

"Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!" Lei Tianrui and the others jittered. They had done enough research to know more about their enemy. Yamamoto Kusakara was one of them. He was not on the top list of the powerhouses in Japan, but he had already reached the third level of Covert Power.

Kenji criticized. “True! I’m sorry!” Yamada accepted the insult willingly, as long as it meant saving his life. “Well, at least you admit that your brain is useless.” Kenji waved his hand dismissively, then stood up and walked over to Yamada. “I’m sorry, Sandaime!” Yamada trembled even more, clamping his lips tightly shut as Kenji slowly placed the back of his shoe on Yamada’s pinky finger on his right hand. On one foot, Kenji pressed all of his weight.

He then saluted and said, “That’s right. I’m under the Medical Sage of Island Nation, Isoroku Yamamoto! “Since you know my origin, you should know that apart from my mentor, there is no one in the world who could save Talia.” Harvey’s eyes turned cold. “Not only is Isoroku Yamamoto the Medical Sage of Island Nation, but he is also one of the ringleaders of the sire line of Yin and Yang, right? “It is said that the students of Isoroku Yamamoto are also best at Yin-Yang Technique in Island Nation apart from the medical skills.