Novel & Cerita Kenji Sato

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking

(Michael Kenji) On contrary, the other gentleman that follows Lewis Herring, was Michael Kenji, a Japanese American from New York, He was an astute man, very sophisticated and approachable to some extend, unlike the friendly Lewis Herring, Michael Kenji is a very serious man, he rather fond of getting straight to business and he is very attentive to anyone that he cross paths with, especially those who have business with. He was also the CEO of Ginko Bank from New York, a medium sized private bank. “Hello Mr.Kenji..Mr.Herring..it been a while too..I supposed the last time we meet was when..The board decided to appoint my husband as the temporary replacement fro my father in law…right?..”. (S

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, but it did nothing to ease the tension that filled the space. Kenji sat behind his desk in a perfectly tailored three-piece grey suit, his posture straight, his expression cold as his eyes locked unto Ryu. It wasn't that he was angry Ryu was in their home with Aito. He had long ago accepted that Aito could never be separated from Ryu. He was just pissed about having to wait hours for both of them in a room with two people in particular he didn't like. He made a mental note to give Ryu a piece of his mind about it later.

“It’s too bad for you, but she isn’t as weak as you think. She is strong…both in body and mind.” Kenji took in sharp intakes of breath, as he could feel his strength rapidly draining away from him. “I’ve trained her that way for the past six years. Hati has beaten Raven’s Gate once before. We will do it again. And when the time comes…” Kenji is finding it extremely difficult to breathe right now. “And when the time comes…I hope that you enjoy your demise…” He slid down the wall, leaving behind a huge patch of blood, as darkness slowly overcome him. “…Ryuou Kitagawa.” * * * *

“What the hell is going on?” The little CEO pushed up imaginary glasses. “Father, I’m simply nurturing my classmates’ financial literacy. According to my research, only 37% of Japanese elementary students utilize their allowance effectively—” “That’s not the point!” Kenichi shouted, pointing furiously at the ongoing Eraser Auction inside. “Why does the teacher have a Kimura Securities employee badge?!” Takuto gave a sly smile. “Efficient use of human resources. Ms. Sato is head of Risk Management. Her monthly salary is… twenty bags of potato chips.”

Kenji's family also supports the decision to send Risa back to her old house. Before she returns to Calestical City, Kenji's best friend, Akatsuki Sata, makes a deal with him. To let their business and friendship be on the right track, he decides to make his sole heir with Sakura to be engaged with his son, Akatsuki Shou. It is also because Risa holds half of the assets after Sakura's death.

That scar… god that intriguing scar that stretched from the top of his left lip down to his jaw only added to his charm in a strange unsettling way. The man sitting opposite him was leaner with a black fade haircut, ink creeping up his neck and knuckles. Kenji Sato — the Japanese yakuza leader that based in the heart of the country —Tokyo city. Alina recognized the sly man instantly. “Who's that with the Don?” Mira whispered to Alina. “Quiet.” She murmured back. Antonio's smooth voice spoke out. “What makes you think this Alliance you're proposing will benefit me?”

The man beside Emiko eyed Jonas closely, scanning him up and down. "So, this is the future husband Emiko was talking about?" the man asked. "Doctor Jonas?" "Ah, let me introduce you to Doctor Jonas," Kano said proudly. He pointed to the man. "This is my son, the director of an international real estate company. Kaji Satoru." Kaji extended his hand, and out of politeness, Jonas reluctantly shook it. Kaji held Jonas's hand tightly before releasing it. He smiled awkwardly at Jonas. "Don't tease my future husband, Kaji," Emiko said cheerfully. "He's very handsome, but he's mine."

Kenji was less than two feet away, complaining about the spice level of his eggs, while the man he was gossiping about was making his move in front of him. I tried to pull away, but Neven’s foot followed, his heavy pressure pinning my leg against the wooden support of the table. I felt a flush of heat spread across my chest. I looked down at my ramen, my vision tunneling. "Mr. Sato," a deep, smooth voice rumbled from behind me. Kenji nearly jumped out of his skin. I forced myself to turn around, making sure to keep a neutral expression. "Professor Karlsson. I didn't expect to see you here."