Novel & Cerita Junko Furuta Yakuza

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

Roxy and Francesca, carrying a tray of plates full of food, left the staff room. Once we arrived at Class 1-A I got off Roxy and we walked into Class 1-A. Once we were inside we saw Class 1-A. I looked at the students talking “lunch!” I shouted “thanks Incubus-kun” said Izuku “no probs Izuku” I said, I looked at the unknown inkling his hair was blue, fair toned skin, Squidfin Hook Cans, Neo Octoling Armor & Crazy Arrows. Not only that he has Beyond Eyes & a blue swimsuit bottom. *Wait I recognise him very well that’s Miyake Terutomo, Karuji’s childhood friend I remember correctly he doesn’t visit Karuji anymore because of a prank and thought Karuji held responsible* I went through my bikini

Fusae nodded and said, "The huge man with two meters in height is Sekibayashi Jun. He's a famous pro-wrestler and a very strong fighter. In public, he's very famous, you should know him." Monica looked at Sekibayashi Jun who was so tall and caused the people around him to look like a dwarf. He thought for a while and nodded since it seemed the previous Monica Oga also knew about Sekibayashi Jun. "The muscular man that is standing with that fat man is Wakatsuki Takeshi, who is also known as The Wild Tiger. He's an affiliated fighter of Furumi Pharmaceuticals, and by the way, the fat man who is standing beside Wakatsuki is the CEO of Furumi Pharmaceuticals," Fusae explained.

The yakuza are known for their strict codes of conduct, their organized fiefdom nature and several unconventional ritual practices such as yubitsume or amputation of the left little finger. Members are often described as males, wearing "sharp suits" with heavily tattooed bodies and slicked hair. This group is still regarded as being among "the most sophisticated and wealthiest criminal organizations". "Not beating around the bush, I'll get straight to the point. We have a task for you!" He smirked, one that seemed victorious. He is Shimizu Jirocho. He's the oldest member of the group. The most senior, by origin and by age. "What is it?" I couldn't take it anymore, I didn't like all the press

"Got a tip from our contact. Haruto Suzuki's in town. He landed last night, private jet from Tokyo. He's here for some discreet meetings, wrapping up loose ends before heading back. Word is, he's open to new partnerships while he's stateside." Dante's hand paused on my skin for a fraction of a second, his body tensing beneath me. I lifted my head, propping my chin on his chest to watch his face. His eyes, still heavy-lidded from sleep, sharpened with interest. Haruto Suzuki, I'd heard the name whispered in passing during dinners or late-night talks when Dante let snippets of his world slip. One of the most powerful yakuza figures in Japan, head of the Suzuki family, controllers of Asia's und

Marina said, obviously teasing. She might be a stern lady, but her homorous side comes out like this whenever Niccolo is around. "Kaito Nakamura, he's in the country already with seven other members of his family." Massimo said, crushing all humour. Kaito is the Yakuza; boss of the Japanese mafia empire who succeeded in incorporating all his family members into his empire wings. "Nelson briefed us already. We only need the specifics since you've refused to send the mail" Niccolo said, drumming his finger pads on the desk.

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!"

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

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.”

“Tatsuya?” “Tatsuya Fujiyama.” Yuri stated. “He was only a high school student back then, but he was actually one of the informants for the underworld circle. He was actually one of my informants. And that’s only part of the reason why I even met Ren in the first place.” Tohya blinked, noting the past tense that Yuri used to speak of this Tatsuya guy. “‘Was’?” he echoed. Yuri tensed for a brief moment before her shoulders almost seemed to sag, and she sighed. “He’s no longer in this world,” she said, and Tohya could detect sadness in her tone. “He’s dead. Has been for three years.”