Saejima Yakuza 0 Novels & Stories

a hard slap landed on the arrogant maid's face. "I fired you, I never discriminated against this shop's customers. You are just a waiter here, not a shop owner, but your attitude is so arrogant!" snapped Jubabe. "Now take off this uniform, and I want you to leave after taking it off." The haughty waiter grimaced holding his cheeks that felt hot, due to a hard slap from his boss. Don Lee arrived, driving a black Rolls Royce, followed by two cars behind him. Who doesn't recognize Don Lee? The accomplice of the richest family in Yuzong city.

a male voice said from outside the room Everyone turned to see Yamato walking into the room. He looked like he had been working nonstop and was completely out of energy. "We have Yen" he said "We have Rosewell" "We have Fubuki" "We have Kojiro" "We have Inumaki" "We have me" "We have Mina and her two new friends" "We have an entire city of people" "And most importantly...." "We have you" "If we can properly utilize what we have, I see victory in our favor" he said

“Welcome to Rohai Corp, Hagakure Sorahiko.” They shake hands— two unwilling players of whatever ridiculous game Miyamura is playing. “As is mine, Mr Yamato”. “Please call me Eiji”. He refuse to be so formal with such a kindred soul. Any person that sees past Miyamura’s glamour is a person worth speaking to. “Only if you call me Sora”. “Sorahiko”. “Yamato”. A smile here, a grin there. And, it's a deal. ⸻ Five minutes after Sorahiko leaves his office, Eiji’s intercom buzzes.

After getting back home, Ayame takes a quick shower and goes upstairs and locks herself in. Her room was messy and nothing like before. Books and clothes were scattered around the room. Without stepping on the dump, she takes a seat on her table and opens her new pc. “Now then… Waiting has got me nowhere. How about this group then.” She says as she types into the search box, ‘Yokai talk’ and opens a video in which 2 men appear who resembled Seirei and Yasuhiro.

Around them, people were already arriving for prayer as the sky began to glow faintly with dawn. Flustered, she hurried inside—leaving her suitcase behind, now somehow secured with a chain to Arash’s motorcycle. --- ---Japan, at the same time--- ---Yakuza Headquarters, Yamamoto’s Office--- Shigei hurried down the hallway, his face lit with excitement as he carried a report just received from their men in Turkey. After knocking and being granted entry, he removed his shoes and stepped onto the tatami floor, bowing respectfully. “Mission accomplished, Young Master. We have secured them all.”

The next morning came, and as usual, Hajime is not at home again, but Lazarus decided to wake up early before he can even leave. Lazarus secretly follows Hajime on his way to this "hideout" he mentioned last night. As soon as they reach their destination, Lazarus peeks through the gaps between the metal railings surrounding the area. Inside the vicinity, there are bikes everywhere, a familiar uniform on each member, and they're a set of gangs. It's looks like a yakuza hideout. Lazarus saw Hajime wearing a uniform with a symbol on it, and his eyes widened.

Dante watched the exchange with quiet amusement, one hand resting possessively on the back of my neck the entire time. Then we were moving. Haruto’s Maybach idled in the courtyard. Sakura waited beside it in a tailored navy coat and silk scarf, looking every inch the elegant yakuza wife. Haruto stood beside her, impeccable black suit, silver hair catching the light, nodding once as we approached. No fanfare, just quiet power. Dante helped me into the car first, then slid in beside me. Sakura and Haruto took the opposite bench. Liam rode up front with the driver. The other men followed in two discreet SUVs.

For Silas for the man whose stormy eyes promised forever he’d dive deeper. A shadow detached from the darkness: a Yakuza thug in a tailored suit, irezumi tattoos glowing under ripped sleeves. Not Kane’s crew these bore the dragon insignia of the Kurogane-kai, a rival faction splintered from Tokyo’s old syndicates. Kane had allies in the Yamaguchi-gumi offshoots, but Kurogane hated outsiders poaching their tech smuggling routes. This ambush? A declaration of war.

The head of the Sunland Martial Arts Association, Okajima, looked grim. His beady eyes darted around, and he fidgeted uncomfortably in his suit as if it were covered in thorns. The phone in his hand was heated up like a hot potato and nearly out of battery.

" My heartbeats have now gone crazier. Each question makes my heart pound louder in my ears that I no longer hear my voice. "It's taken care of, long before Mr. Mori's entry." I pull up a deep breath, exhaling it slowly to calm down my nerves. "Remember, Miss Sahara, Mr. Mori works for the Yamaguchi-Gumi group, known as the Yakuza."