Novel & Cerita Junko Furuta Yakuza

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. “Kaen Tsukishima.”

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

Margaret snapped in anger and slammed her fist on the floor. "When I find out who that bitch is, I will kill her in front of that bastard Barry!!" she sneered in rage. Aliyah then remembered something and said to Margaret, "I may have an idea who she is, Ms. Margaret. When Barry and his cronies were leaving, I heard him mention the name Yuriko." Fred was surprised when he heard Aliyah. "Yuriko... do you mean... Yuriko Takahashi from QS Holdings?!?" he asked Aliyah. "Well, how many Yurikos do you or anyone know in Metro City?" Macy replied back.

Not that old and not that young, and her face neutral. “Good morning” she said. “Morning” Geiru replied. “Cat got your tongue Fujiwara?” Sachi asked. “No” he replied. Karou gave him a side eye glance, and she was glaring. “So you are Takashi Fujiwara?” she asked not surprised. Like she could be doing anything else. Well she was the leader of a gang, so maybe she had much money to take from a neighborhood. “Yes” he replied. “Well Sachi told me you’re no fraud, but just know I’ll want a demonstration later on”.

Diluc said dismissively. “Alright then.” Yvette turned to look at Furina with a raised eyebrow. Furina steeled herself and without sparing any glance at Diluc or Yvette, she turned and left, leaving a heavy silence in her wake.

I complained. In the car, Dexter ask me various questions and gives me a lot of information on how to handle the Yakuza and how their custom and stuff. Well, some make me culture shock but that's also fine. I learn Japanese due to my likings to their culture but Yakuza's culture is quite something. Their hierarchy though is not as complex as ours in America. Dexter smiles knowing that I'm well prepared about this. In a way, I exceeded his expectation. From his information, the Yakuza hierarchy starts with the boss called Oyabun, then the second in command which is called Wakagashira, and his lieutenant called Shategashira. Other than that, Yakuza have their personal advisor or Cheif of Staff

Johnathan pov Fury snarls at my mom and she steps back in shock. "my mate is off fucking limits mother and if you keep going I'm booting you. You may be my mom but she is my mate",dad looks disgusted. "Janice just stopped we aren't in charge anymore so stop it",mom sighs and sits. Laura looks at her shocked and snuggles up to Jared. "I'm alpha have been since you faked died so what I say goes if you can't handle that.... leave",Fury growls making my eyes glow golden.

"At the abandoned warehouse on Fourth Street. My source says he's about to close a drug deal with Yoshiro-Nagama." Michael turned away, as Pedro went on with the details. Yoshiro was the new Oyabun of a century-old Yakuza, controlling the inflow and outflow of drugs and weapons in Asia. As a result of his greedy quest for power, Yoshiro deposed his own father, Hatake Nagama, killing him and his trustees in cold blood, to assume the post of Oyabun.

For Silas for the man whose stormy eyes promised forever he’d dive deeper. A shadow detached from the darkness: a Yakuza thug in a tailored suit, irezumi tattoos glowing under ripped sleeves. Not Kane’s crew these bore the dragon insignia of the Kurogane-kai, a rival faction splintered from Tokyo’s old syndicates. Kane had allies in the Yamaguchi-gumi offshoots, but Kurogane hated outsiders poaching their tech smuggling routes. This ambush? A declaration of war.

"Patience. All will be revealed." Another limousine pulled up alongside theirs. The door opened, and Kazuya Takeda, the leader of the Yakuza gang, stepped out. He was a tall man with a commanding presence, his sharp suit immaculate. He entered the limousine, taking a seat beside Nakamura. "Marcus," Kazuya began, his voice smooth, "I am Kazuya Takeda, leader of the Yakuza here in Philadelphia." Marcus's gaze didn't waver. "I know who you are. But tell me, if you're Japanese, why the Korean name?"