Tanaka Kazunari Novels & Stories

I really wonder, why would they want to be rabid fans for a man like Kazuo-kai? Alright, Kazuo-kai or Kazuo Yamashita. He is a man from Japan who came to Seoul, looking for a double degree. After the leaders of Seirryu University found out, that Kazuo was the owner of the Yamasahita Company. Treat them immediately changed to be kind to him.

He did not expect to meet this devil in the Hermes shop at the Eastcliff airport. His legs wobbled like Jell-O and immediately knelt onto the ground with a thump! He then moved a few steps towards Charlie and spoke respectfully, “Mr. Charlie. I am so sorry! I didn’t expect it to be you! I am so sorry!” Naturally, Tanaka should be afraid of Charlie. Previously, the national treasure of Japan, Master Yamamoro Kazuki, had tried to act tough in front of Charlie and got beaten into a cripple. Remembering this, no matter what others may say, Tanaka would never do anything to piss Charlie off.

“I am not going anywhere. This war must stop, now.” Bozo chuckled. Kachi had broken out of his hiding place and was running towards them. In his hands was the rein of Bozo’s black stallion. A horse he had named, Ghost, some few days ago. “Take her to safety,” Bozo grunted and took the rein from the commander, “Make sure her injuries are attended to.” Kachi nodded and tried to take Ejima, but the woman would have none of it. “I said this war should end now.”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Sakura was praying very hard Jane would miraculously appear and sort out this mess when she heard a commotion on the other side. She looked up to see the famous Japanese designer Mr. Tachibana coming toward them, his long hair—dyed bleach blond—flying and his long white robe fluttering about him. Beside him was the woman Sakura had been waiting eagerly to meet in person, the woman who had given birth to her twenty-five years ago, Haruka Tanaka, also known simply as Ms. Ruka. She was tall, Sakura realized, with strong, angular face, and thin nose that sat nicely on her face. She was very beautiful.

Kazuma knows Issei a fellow japanese from his name, its quiet easy to guess really. Because all the name on this world, not a single one have a japanese style name such as him and Issei. (He still haven't met Kyouya) Aqua - Ehhhh! You are from the same world as this hikiNEET!? Then how come you both are so different? One is a useless hikiNEET while the other one seems very capable?! Megumin and Yunyun also surprised that Issei is not from this world. Kazuma - You shut up! And my full name is Satou Kazuma. I'm begging you Issei Hyoudou-sama!

Tokyo, Japan – The Crimson Lotus Hidden Headquarters Renjiro Takahashi sat motionless on his cold throne, his lifeless eyes staring at the wall in front of him. In his hand, a small glass of sake, gripped tightly—but he didn’t even bother to take a sip. It had been six years since his son was murdered before his very eyes. Six years since he lost everything that mattered. Kei Takahashi had been his one true heir—the only hope for The Crimson Lotus. And Antonio had taken him away without hesitation, without mercy.

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

Tanaka did not say that he would be with a diplomat before he came. When Robert shook hands with Nozawa, he glanced at Tanaka and asked him in Japanese. "Who is this?" Tanaka smiled reluctantly, "This is Mr. Nozawa Shinsaku from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." Robert greeted Nozawa only then, with a nonchalant smile on his face, "Mr. Nozawa, Hello." Nozawa Shinsaku was very attentive and repeatedly boasted: "I heard that the Major General graduated from the Japanese Army University. I didn't expect to be so fluent in Japanese, and he is indeed the best student of Prime Minister Tanaka."

I wondered how horrifying must have it been to loose every member of his family in one day, to know that it wasn't an accident and that he couldn't do anything about it… He had to let go every single inch of his old life, all because of one person. “Is that why you created TK Industries? To build company powerful enough to compete with the one which is now in your uncle's hands?” it was easy to make such conclusion with my “writer's brain”. “Yes…” he smiled, applauding my sharp-wittedness, “My father's company name was Tsuchida Holdings. The TK in TK Industries actually stands for Tsuchida Koukei… which means Tsuchida successor,” he explained smirking. “So your name is actually Tsuchida Hiro