Novel & Cerita Junko Furuta Yakuza

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.

For now, I'm hypnotized, for staring into him's face. Karma is a bitch. Ozgur had warned me to be careful in Japan. Especially if I think about the enemies of Ozgur, the Yakuza are here. The first and the oldest mafia cartel in the world. It has been an old story, that Lord Yakuza is called by the code name: Pride. He is the mortal enemy of Ozgur.

"Ojou! How can you die?!" "Oujo! We shall avenge you!" "Who the hell shot Oujo! Is it the Munakata Group?!" The ramblings of Yamamoto members could be heard but for Akira Yuuto, those were ramblings of idiots. His eyes fixed at the woman who was lying on the coffin. She wasn't an unrivaled beauty nor she had feature of a goddess but this woman was Yuuto's whole world. It was still fresh in his mind, the first time he was brought to Yamamoto Group and met her.

Kenji cursed under his breath, grabbed his car keys, and called Inoue. "Get me connected to Kyoko Fujita, immediately!" * Zabuton: a cushion designed for sitting on tatami

It is to prevent any sound from reaching the front of the car. "Who is Shizuka Fudo? He's at your house right now." Ryosuke said. The twins are in disbelief. "Wait, that spoiled, rotten son of a bitch is at our house right now?" Toya said. Noriko groans. "Just what the hell is he up to now?" "Wow, Kazuha had the same reaction. Just who is he?" Cai Kang said. "Shizuka Fudo is the son of our second aunt who is also a Shiratori." Noriko said. "However, she is not actually a Shiratori. She's adopted into the family the moment she has started developing her silver eyes."

I had come to the realization that I couldn't do this alone, so I called on the assistance of an old friend. We hadn't spoken since our fathers had tried to indoctrinate us into our dark world-a lifetime ago-but hopefully, there's no bad blood between us. Yuna Komori. That was her name the last time we met. As the only child of the Kumicho, the head of the Yakuza, she was set to inherit the crime syndicate-something her people resented.

“The main goal of this journey is to track down Aegar’s descendants. Finding the ninja is only the first step. Your combat abilities are insufficient at this point, and I need to look after you.” “All right, then.” After Tyr turned down his offer, Ash took care not to comment much about his decision. He took out a business card and handed it to Tyr. “This namecard belongs to a man named Mr. Mutoh. He is a member of the largest yakuza organization in Japan. He serves as the Yamaguchi Gang’s regent as well. Back in Japan, the two of us got along pretty well. Furthermore, he has a say in his organization. He’ll come in handy when you’re looking for Ume Ninja. I’ve contacted him ahead of time, s

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

I have to roll my eyes because he was busy groping some brunette's ass. That's Honjo Tanaka for you, my best buddy. I met Honjo a few years back, the time when I dropped out of college. I got into a fight in a bar, and was outnumbered. Honjo was at the corner drinking his beer, looking like the epitome of boredom. I guess he thought the fight was unfair, so the Japanese descent Yakuza stepped in the fight, and said, “Since the fight is pretty unfair, I might as well kill my boredom by joining in the fun. Now come pretty boys, show me what you got,” and then he winked at me.

Inside a small, hidden club buried in the depths of a narrow backstreet, a man sat in the corner, his body marked with fresh wounds, his face shadowed beneath the brim of his cap. Renjiro Takahashi. Once, he had been the most ruthless enforcer of Japan’s largest Yakuza clan. His name alone had been enough to send shivers through the criminal underworld. But tonight, he was a fugitive. Cast out after a brutal coup that had stripped him of everything. An old man, short and wrinkled, took a seat across from him, sliding a small cup of sake across the table. "I heard you almost died," the old man murmured. Renjiro lifted his gaze, his eyes cold and unreadable. He grabbed the cup, downing it in o