Old Man Kosuke Novels & Stories

He tore the paper gently but quickly, revealing something that made time freeze for a moment: An old portable cassette player. Vintage. Heavy. The kind that clicked instead of beeped. A headphone cord looped around a note: [Press Play] He did. The wheels inside whirred. The tape hissed. Then—his own voice, years older, heavier with fatigue and resignation: “If you're hearing this… it means I failed.” Silence rippled through the bus. The air felt too still. “This is Kimura Takuto. I’m 25. Right now, I’m on a bus to Amagi Cape. Risa’s condition took a turn. The debt collectors found the hospital...”

Back in the village where everything began, two older men were engaged in conversation. They sat on small stools within a well-lit hall with small bowls filled with mead before them. Both had heads full of grey hair and wrinkled faces. However, that was where their similarities ended. Whilst one of them was relatively dashing yet ordinarily dressed, the other had several peculiar piercings all over his body. As if that wasn’t enough, he had ornaments of iron hugging his wrist and ankle joints. His eyes were entirely white in color, and his expression that of total nonchalance. These two old men where Old fan and Chief Doctor Kaka.

A jab to my side secures me to the ground. The older man stubs out his cigarette and stalks toward me with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. He says something in their language and nudges the young man with his burnished cane. “Outsiders broke you in front of your men. What kind of Waka gashira are you?” The young man’s jaw ticks. “I’ll teach him a lesson.” “Oh, Hikaru,” the older man scratches his silvery brows. “You've been talking for five minutes. Where’s the fun in that?”

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

T-Rex said as they both continue the stare while the tension rise. "I know i can't count on you two," a voice said as the tension between T-Rex and Henshitu-sha reached the point that it seems they will be fighting soon. Over...Overseer," Henshitu-sha stuttered as they both saw a man that has a dignified look on him, the man was wearing a mid era Japanese kimono and has a feminine look on him, he had a black hair but the tip of his hair where a bit purple matching with his eyes that was purplish, he can't be described as being handsome but beautiful .

Another stupid old man spoke. Wiping his voice from my ear with a finger, I cocked my head, giving the men behind me the order. Three of my men stepped towards the last elder who had dared to challenge me. Just when my men were about to lay their hands on the old man, Liam attacked, snapping the necks of my men. In seconds, my men were lifeless on the floor. Told you these bastards were just like their Alpha.

The man was tall, handsome, and looked, even more, dashing in his navy blue business attire. “Let me introduce myself, I am Steve Smith CEO of Kayano company,” Steve said as he stretched out his hand. His deep voice bought the two people back to reality. The old man got up and shake his hand with Steve. He could not help admire the aura and features of the man in front of him. “I am Jessica’s grandfather, the old master of the Han family. It’s a pleasure meeting you Mr.Smith. May I ask why are you here today?”

At that time, when Makoto was exchanging favors with Senator Joseph Tezuka Valentin Junji, being called only Joseph Junji, he adopted a different name throughout the ages, he appeared to be a cross between Germans and Japanese. That's how he was now, in present times, he was a wealthy American senator and that called Makoto Delphos towards his mansion in his residence, when he sat there with that gray black hair of 50 years old, he was tall, big and muscular to a senator. - So, you finally accepted my invitation? – The man was sitting cross legged in front of him, with his red eyes and his white hair, with the appearance of a 60 year old man, even though he was over 2 thousand years old, he

Zoe was puzzled as she could not comprehend the reason behind their puzzled expressions. "I guess it's all because of me that they’re now like that. Stop wasting more time and return me my money." Lucas looked at Zoe faintly. Zoe was stunned and astonished as she looked at Lucas. When she was about to head in to retrieve the money, an elder came out. He was a Rank 10 Evolved One. "Se… senior?" The old man widened his eyes. The old man was Hedon Shanks, the head of the Shanks family.

Herself or the village that had caused her so much trouble? There was a noise outside and before Mmechi could walk up to her feet, the curtain flapped open, and in came a lanky old man with a bow and arrow. He had a rabbit dangling on his waist and the brown tattered hat suggested years of hunting non-stop. "You are awake," he said as if surprised to see Ejima not only awake but on her feet. The surprise didn't last on his face, however. He had hurried towards the basket hanging on the wall and had started to pack their stuff into it.