Minami Kenjirou Novels & Stories

"You sound like you know his reasons for abdicating the throne." The man that had spoken was called Official Kieran Fujikiwa, also General of the Raester Army and Father of Kenji Fujikiwa. He bore redhead just like his son that resembled a lion's mane and scars on his face to show how many wars he had fought in, and come out alive Ever since the wars ended, he retired, but now, there was a look in his eyes that bore excitement. Like he expected all of this to end in a war. Only thing was, whose side was he going to be on?

Time instantly moves back to normal speed as I look down at Kenji smugly, triump glittering my eyes. A devilish smile spreads across Kenji’s face as he lifts his head towards mine. “Do not be quick to celebrate Okami.” He tells me before grabbing my shoulders to flip us, slamming my back into the hard ground of the training area, his hands pinning my body in place. “I believe that makes me the winner.” He gloats, laying his body across mine.

Why was he seeing two extra? The said extra, were standing there with their heads bowed. One was quite tall and lean with dark brown hair neatly packed into a high ponytail. He was dressed in simple clothing, giving him a sunny aura. There was a face mask on his face so Ryu couldn't recognise him. The other was sitting on a wheel chair. He had ash blonde hair and cute features. Ryu recognised him as the oldest son of the Yamaguchi family. Yamaguchi Kento.

Indeed, the young pair looked picture perfect together in the garden as spring began to stir into life: Kenji in formal black trousers, blue shirt, and topped off with a black jacket that fit his body perfectly, Haruka in her pale-blue and yellow kimono. Kenji, a year older than Haruka at twenty years of age, was a handsome young man with black hair and dark-brown eyes. As the eldest son of the Suzuki family, and heir to the family line and vast wealth, he carried himself with dignity and pride. He was a perfectionist and a hard worker, and he expected the same from his future bride.

“He’s on time, please let him in.” And the door opened again a minute later, and in walked Kenjiro Nakamura, impeccably dressed, a quiet kind of authority in his movements. His suit was a perfect dark navy, his tie a subtle silk print. His hair, streaked lightly with silver at the temples, only added to the impression of someone who had been in the game long enough to command any room without raising his voice.

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.

The shock from whatever was still evident on his face. “Hmm,” my head nodded. “Where did you copy this from?” “Copy?” My finger scratched the back of my head as I stared at him. How did he easily find out it was copied? It took Daisy hours snuffing the internet just for this. And when she finally saw this perfect one, she had to duplicate two for us. “What’s your name?” The CEO interrupted my thoughts. “Eira Rowan.” “And you?” His eyes darted in the direction of Daisy.

She just hadn’t realized that power based on wealth was so systematic. “And Kenji is currently the Sandaime of Kuryugumi. The head of the third generation of Kuryugumi.” Ryu mentioned this to give Kyoko an idea of Kenji’s power. Kenji's wealth and influence were immense. It seemed appealing but also dangerous. “Has he been Sandaime for long? The prime minister chosen four years ago was terrible. His policies made no sense,” Kyoko criticized. Ryu burst into laughter again, her response utterly refreshing because it was so unexpected.

He howled and told his backstory, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk. I’m an elder from Gokudo Soshiki, Kenji Miyagi, and am Ono Yohei’s master.” Ono Yohei? Alex thought for a moment before he finally remembered the name. Wasn’t that the guy with the bead that allowed him to have extremely high mental power? He hummed and then asked, “Why have you come to America? Did you come here to avenge your disciple?” Kenji had no desire for revenge anymore, he only gave a bitter smile without a sound.

The charm of the widower with two children will never fade. Kenkyo did not miss this opportunity, she reached and shook the hand of the man she called 'Uncle Kumiz' before. Golden opportunity, Kenkyo thought. "My name is Hanasaki Kenkyo. Just call me 'Kenkyo' to be more familiar." Kim Jae chuckled at the aggressiveness of the girl next to him.