Kaito Momota Novels & Stories

"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.

-Me) (We are doing well. I am due in a month; hopefully, they will return from their trip. I know that dad wants to be there when he is born.-Kaitlin) (Eeek, I am going to have a little nephew. That is so exciting. I can’t wait to meet him.-Me) (I can’t wait for you to meet him, either. We need to talk in person soon. I have so much to tell you.-Kaitlin)

The atmosphere in the room shifted the moment he appeared. He didn’t smile. He didn’t introduce himself immediately. But his presence alone carried a kind of authority that made it clear he was used to being obeyed. Laura gestured toward him. “This is my father,” she said, my eyes narrowed slightly as I studied him. “Kagemoto Kazama.” The name meant nothing at first. But when he spoke, the pieces began to fall into place. “I have some connection to your brother,” he said calmly. “You could say I was a mentor figure. A half-master, if you will.”

For all I know, he’s probably fattening me up for the slaughter. Yes, I am paranoid. So what? “Why would I hate you, sir?”. Miyamura opens his mouth to speak— but then gets cut off. “As much as I am very interested in whatever this is…”. Aronohai Misa walks in, followed by Eiji, Riko, and— Is that Yukimura Aito? Yukimura Aito? As in the older brother to that crazy female, Yukimura Rei?. To think that if I didn’t search him up then, I would have been stumped right now.

) Aitakatta, Kuya, koko Nihon de issho ni ite kuretara yokatta no ni, Mama, aitakatta yo. (Miss you, kuya I wish you were with us here in Japan, Mama miss you so much.) Raiden Liao Active Now Watashi wa koko Nihon no dai uwaya ni imasu. (I'm here in Japan, at our house.) Kuko ni mo tsurete ikimasendeshita, Papa. (I didn't even bring you to the airport, Papa.)

He braved a step forward, then pulled out the sword on his waist and demanded, “Who are you?!” “Who am I?” The swordsman’s face was ice cold. He wiped his blade with his sleeve and replied calmly, “I am Kaito Yamaguchi of the Shindan Way. Mr. Josh has done me a great favor.” “I will kill you for murdering his entire family today, Harvey York!” “Do you have the courage to fight back?!” “Kaito Yamaguchi?!” Tyson’s expression changed frantically. “The curator of Mordu’s Shindan Way Kendo Hall?!”

"Don't worry, my granddad is the sweetest, gentlest human being in this planet. He wouldn't even hurt a fly." He grimaced, shaking his head. "Not if the fly's hovering over his beloved granddaughter." He tutted, reminded of the fact that K's basically the one and only grandchild and daughter in their family. K's mom, Laura, was an only child too. Jesse could only imagine how much questions will be asked of him during interrogation once he had met her family - which would definitely happen any minute now.

“Gator, this is Nya,” Slate, the dragon king, said as Nya followed him over to where the others were training. The fellow in question, a ginormous man, only an inch or so shorter than Slate himself, with massive, bulging muscles, was dressed all in black, a similar outfit to the one Slate always wore, except there were no red accents. Gator eyed Nya for a moment, his eyes traveling from her head to her toes and then back again. He nodded, his dark, shoulder-length hair swaying slightly with the movement of his head. “Nya?” he questioned.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.