Novel & Cerita Junko Furuta Yakuza

[The Yakuza] They walked into a small, smoky Izakaya (bar). It was quiet. A few old men were drinking sake. Behind the counter stood a man with no pinky finger on his left hand. He was cleaning a knife. Goro. An Old School Yakuza boss. One of the few who refused to work for the Syndicate. Sebastian walked up to the bar. He placed a specific coin on the counter. A Sterling Corp commemorative coin. Goro looked at the coin. Then at Sebastian. "You are supposed to be a ghost, Mr. Sterling."

"Japan has another Luna?" Tatsuya, sitting stiffly among the Predators’ reserves, paled. His heart dropped into his stomach. “No… Renji… you idiot. Now everyone knows.”, "Fuck " he quickly gets up, going outside to make a phone call, murasame watching him as he leaves.

I swat his hand away, clasp the bottle, and place it in front of me under the table so he doesn't have access to it. Even though he’s sitting still, his eyes are shifty and agitated. I’m ready to bet it’s because of whatever seed Pharaoah planted in his head back at the house. The door slides open again; this time, it's not the waitress. Kai walks in, followed by an old, short man who wears a pressed suit. Abe Hitori. The leader of the Yakuza branch in New York. Pharaoah and I stand in greeting, but Pakstan remains planted in place. He also uses the chance of my standing up to grab the bottle of vodka.

She cried. Slash! “Ahhhhh!” Some of the maidens screamed as she fell to the floor, her blood flowing out like a river. “I would like to make an announcement.” Ryu’s fierce voice brought me back to reality. His gaze was directed towards me. He began. "With the passing of my personal assistant, whose mate's bond with the perpetrator caused this, I would like to take this opportunity to appoint a new wolf.” I observed the surroundings, and to my surprise, no one was wailing anymore. They were all filled with laughter and joy, acknowledging Sasha as a criminal.

Reaching inside, he found a tuft of fur—orange and white. It was the same color as Rinko Morita’s hair. With a mix of wonder and disbelief, Takuto stared at the fragment of fur. What did this mean?

F who was smiling even with his eyes. “I will”, he stood up properly and watched how his wife got on the passenger’s seat. When she finally was inside, he walked towards Mr. F. Both stood on the same height and same build, just their auras different. “Pipe aside, state your purpose, Seiichi. Your timing is well-calculated, just as always but I didn’t know that even my private life is worth your calculations.” Seiichi Fujiwara, leader of Fujiwara Yakuza of Japan, just grinned.

Jai asked. Yuta smiled. “I’ll get to that in a bit. Please.” Yuta gestured Jai to start eating again. As the thunder boy ate, Yuta continued his lesson. “The fifth one is the Fujii clan. They’re the ones who takes care of the expenditures and they’re also famous.” “I’ve heard of one of them through some people, I think the name is Kaito…?” Jai asked, unsure. “Akaito Fujii.” Yuta corrected. “But he’s not the only famous one in that clan. Their clan’s fame comes mostly from their highly intelligent and talented family members.”

“What’s going on here?!” “Does that kid know witchcraft?!” Carol and the Islanders were frightened stiff after seeing Naoto’s state. Harvey only snapped his fingers before Naoto even fell to the ground. Was it merely a coincidence? Or was Harvey really that powerful? The discreet Elder of the Shinkage Way showed a horrible look on his face as if he thought of something. He then rushed toward Naoto and covered up his chest with his right hand. That person’s name was Ryuichi Furuta. He was an Outer Elder of the Shinkage Way, and Naoto’s personal bodyguard.

she thundered, unwilling to be silenced this time when I tried to kiss the words away. Kumicho. That was right. I was a fucking yakuza boss now. Japan's answer to mafia kings, kumicho was the boss of bosses in the Yakuza. She'd never be safe in my arms ever again. "Fuck. Damn, you feel good. Everything hurts but you feel so fucking good," I ranted. "Coming," she let that one little word out into the room, then howled like I was killing her.

There was no one in Japan and people who were involved in the government and business from other countries who did not know what it signified. The head of the Homura Family, Homura Ryuu, was one of the wonders in the business world, among Rockefeller Group’s founder, André de Lancy. Also, similar to André de Lancy, Homura Ryuu was equally mysterious as he rarely appeared in public. Homura International was handled by Kazehaya Gin, Ryuu’s cousin, and served as its CEO. Compared to the reclusive Ryuu, Gin was very sociable and his face that looked strange for a Japanese since he had golden hair and equally golden pair of eyes, was very famous.