Nito-ryu Novels & Stories

I said without admitting how curious I was to hear about Richard’s other woman. “Rory and I met at the rope-tying class.” Richard bit into a piece of garlic bread. “She was studying Japanese culture as part of her major. And the way she spoke of it—her lust for everything Japanese—titillated me and drew me in as well. I began to take classes in a rare form of martial arts called Bujinkan. It’s a Japanese offshoot of Chinese martial arts. Those who have made it their life study say it is the first Japanese martial art to diverge from the Chinese ways. Its purest form is Ninjitsu, where one uses the momentum of the attacker to ward off injury.” He wiped his mouth with a napkin. “But I digress.

Kuroyuki asked after she finishes her demonstration. …So, my tip is a total of twelve stances. “Starting from the tachi waza (立技)… that’d be Aikido (合気道), then Taekwondo (跆拳道), Wing Chun (咏春), Tai Chi (太极), Bā Guà Zhǎng (八卦掌), Xìng Yì Quán (形意拳), Muay, Boxing, Capoeira, Wrestling…”

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

The Samurai" Nakamura, a highly skilled martial artist hailing from Japan. She has trained extensively in karate and muay thai, and is known for her lightning-fast kicks and powerful punches. Yuka is also a master of grappling techniques, and can quickly take her opponents down to the mat. In the opposite corner stood Maria "The Beast" Rodriguez, a fierce competitor from Brazil. Maria is a black belt in Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and is known for her incredible ground game. She is also a skilled striker, and can deliver devastating blows with both her fists and feet. Maria is famous for her never-say-die attitude, and is always looking for an opportunity to finish her opponents.

The sound of the impact has almost hurt Kazuha's ears if it weren't for the hearing aids. The two continued exchanging blows. Kurai and Kazuha saw that Ryosuke’s fighting style to be familiar. Only Cai Kang seems to be aware of the style. After watching a bit more, they realized it is similar to the Cai style but a bit more firm and solid as his focus is on strength and durability. But they noticed that despite being a martial artist, they could tell that Ryosuke is self-taught which is quite rare for a martial artist of his caliber.

his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth. "Adam talks way too much sometimes," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. "It's okay. Higan is also pretty blunt," I said. "It's called being honest," Higan corrected as he walked into the room and sat next to me. "I walk away for a moment and you are ready to slander me." I tensed when he rested his hand a little too high on my thigh, the balls of his fingers dipped into my inner thigh. I looked at the couple in front of me. They were talking about something and did not pay us any mind so, I relaxed a little.

The revenge and love raging inside him drove Aidan to his private gym. He trained in Aikido, trying to calm his mind. The Japanese martial art was something he had mastered over the years. Dressed in his Aikido uniform, he gripped a specialized bamboo stick and moved with practiced precision. Long before this, he had already earned his black belt in Taekwondo.

a smug voice interrupted, cutting through the sound of the waves. I didn’t even bother hiding my annoyance as I looked up. Nitta Morunaga, Ryuu’s youngest brother, stood over me, smirking like he owned the beach. He dropped onto the sand without waiting for an invitation, his tattooed chest and arms on full display in nothing but a pair of shorts. “Ryuu’s not much for small talk,” he continued, his tone light and irritating. “But I figured I’d introduce myself. You know, break the ice.”

Underneath the swords, at the base of my spine are the numbers 8-9-3 with the corresponding Japanese characters below each digit, representing my position as a member of the Golden Chrysanthemums, a yakuza syndicate based in Yokohama. Rotating my shoulders, I stretch my arms over my head before I enter the main workout space. In the center of the room is a large tarp. On that tarp is a man, tied down with coarse ropes, his mouth gagged. As soon as he sees me, he wets himself and I grin down at him like the apex predator that I am. The man-child begins to whimper. “Enjoy, Boss,” Roger salutes, heading out to take care of other business. He’ll be back in a couple of hours, once I’ve taught thi

“Vinny, I heard you know martial arts. Is that true?” After he said that, Raymond and Anna turned to look at Vinny Luther at the same time. Vinny laughed proudly and said, “Of course! To be honest, my master is Norman Rock.” “Norman Rock?” Edward was first stunned. Then, he exclaimed, “Do you mean Norman Rock, the head of Prestige Martial Arts Center in South River City?” “Edward, is Master Rock very famous?” Raymond asked curiously. Edward looked at Raymond in shock. “You don’t know Master Rock? He’s the real deal! He's an expert in lightning punches and is very famous on the internet. It's said that he can break five bricks at once with his punch!”