Sakura Haruno Clan Novels & Stories

And behind that, five figures in cloaks, standing still, as if they had been expecting us. Great Grandma Hinata. Pops. Uncle Haruto. Uncle Akio. And last but not least, the one who tormented my father the most, Uncle Hajime. I couldn't be mistaken by their scents. It was really them. They were the five elders of the Azai Clan. Without them, the clan and the pack would be in fall, as they claimed. They were the devilish creatures that brought downfall to Father and to me. They were the ones who had hell and made sure that I would suffer enough. It was thanks to them that I was sought for their death, one I wouldn't want to miss.

Kaze asked coldly, “Ninja Clan? Can you represent the whole Ninja Clan of Ryokan? Not even Daiso Kailan whom I killed had the nerve to make that claim.” The ninjas of Ryokan, also generally known as the Ninja Clan, had more than a hundred branches. The dark figure calling himself a representative of the entire Ninja Clan was just to scare Arcadians who had no idea of the clan’s hierarchy. “What? Master Kailan died in your hands?” The dark figure looked at Kaze with disbelief and horror. Kaze pondered. He then said, “So you are just a nobody. This Puppet’s Curse isn’t something that you can cast. Tell me who you serve and I can spare your life.”

Said Sara giving Sekora a tight hug. “Mom, I’m not a weed, I’m a big flower. Said Sekora, crossing her arms. “Oh and which one is that?” asked Sara with a smile. “The Cherry Blossom flower.” Said Sekora returning the smile. “Alright honey, lets go or we will be late.” Said Sara, loading Sekora in the families Honda Civic and shutting door. “Can we listen to the Magical unicorns theme?” asked Sekora. “Once.” Sara replied. “Twice please!” pleaded Sekora holding up two fingers.

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

Her eyes then lit up soon after. She could not figure out Harvey’s identity at all. She only had a vague idea as to who Harvey was. But what happened was enough to confirm her speculation. Aki Kitagawa was the young lord of the Kitagawa Clan and the disciple of the Shinkage Way. In Yoana’s mind, only a person with that identity could trample on someone of that stature as he pleased. At that moment, Yoana did not stop Harvey. She took a step back and signaled the other Dragon Palace’s branch members to stand back.

“Carmine red. Blood red.” “Ooh… Rosey red?” Mika asked. Jai nodded at her. There was this high certainty in his heart that Alex might really be that red haired guy in the tournament. He didn’t know what it is, but he’s leaning into that strong feeling. Saburo hummed. “The only clan that has that kind of hair color is the Akamine, and there’s only one person with red apple hair.” Harris nodded. “She’s the one who works with Bukubukucha family in the northeast. Her name is Akane Akamine.”

I repeated the word, feeling uneasy just saying. “See why I didn't tell you? Trevor doesn’t bat an eye. He has no clue what my family is known for. But as a cop…” she shrugged, eyes downcast. “As a cop, I know the Hatake clan is a yakuza that set down roots here six years ago.” I spoke quietly. My mind was trying to process what she’s disclosed.

Saeko said. Cai Kang is almost afraid of asking and Saeko is still on the phone, this time with Kazuha. "What the hell is going on?" Cai Kang said. "It's a clan matter. The Hinagi clan has more than just one surname, you know." Ryosuke said. "The Shizuka family is quite familiar." Fukuna admits. "Now that I think about it, Shiratori-san told me that the Shiratori was just a branch family before becoming the main family."

Turns out their name is Inagawa Kai and Kudo Kuzakura. They escort us to their car and we go to their base since their oyabun, Iwamoto Hisao. I perk my curiosity since usually, they name their clan with the surname of the head but this gang named it differently. But oh well, better not question it, hence I'm seeking trouble. Upon our arrival, there was a traditional Japanese house that you usually see in the 19s era. The big door and traditional ornaments and the wooden block with the writing Yangoku. Well, from what I know, Japanese Yakuza tend to build their base in an old or traditional model to show chivalry.

He was afraid that he could only face a peerless Martial Emperor at the same time. Then, what about the remaining exceptional Martial Emperor? He would definitely be able to kill Yang Xiao easily. What a pity. What a pity! He ran away. "What? Second Uncle, you actually mistook the Yan Huang Martial Emperor for that trash's helper? You actually fought against the Yan Huang Martial Emperor?" On the cliff, a beautiful figure was full of shock. She was the home disciple of the Japanese Sword Sage. The eldest daughter of the four great clans of Japan, the Katou clan.