Novel & Cerita Tanaka Kazunari

"How can that be? I know a woman called Ejima. She never had a child of her own." "You are right. Our mother never had a child. She had children." Ikemefuna laughed again. "I see." Ume nodded as the piece suddenly fitted. If these were the people of Ejima, it explains why Uche wanted to kill the woman so badly. "You have something to say, old man? Speak now before we return your head to your king." "I bet you wouldn't kill an unarmed man that has done nothing to you." "Honor is worthless," Ikemefuna shouted, "it's the shade for cowards and men without balls."

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.

I stand over him, breathing hard, as four Yakuza soldiers come rushing over from the bar with guns leveled. I stare at them and show my teeth. Their leader, a man named Bob Tanaka, shakes his head. "You're a fucking mess, Khazan." "If you had left a gun like I wanted, this would've been cleaner." "Guns are loud. Look at my carpet! What a goddamn mess." "I need to wash my hands." "Yeah, yeah." Bob waves me away. "Go take care of yourself. Ah, what a fucking wreck." He barks orders in Japanese to his soldiers as I return to the back room.

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.

he pointed it our direction with his hand and then led his guest to us. As he came closer I could see he was an elegant man around forty something years old wearing an expensive tailor-made suit. He welcomed both of us with a professional smile. I looked at Tom, he painted a smile on his face as well, nevertheless his smile seemed to be more frightening than the coldest glare… Oliver apparently didn't noticed Tom's expression since he showed a thumbs-up gesture and left the three of us alone. “I'm Okada Daiki, CFO and a board member of Tsuchida Holdings, pleasure to meet you,” the businessman introduced himself while formally passing his business card to Tom and me.

His younger brother, Roberto, used to fly solo missions until his plane crashed into the ocean, severely wounding him and reducing him to a tail gunner. “Hold on, who is the greatest Piletan pilot?” Rhina asked. A large smile was formed on Takao’s face. “I, Takao Sakai, am the greatest pilot in the Imperial Piletan Air Force, with a record of fourteen victories and seventy-seven enemy aircraft shot down!” he proudly announced, lifting his chin into the air. “There they are! Open fire!” someone suddenly shouted. BANG! BANG! Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

Koishi rises his bow with a confused look over his face but still, the smile never faded away from his face. “Why aren't you calling me by my first name?” once again Takeshi asked with his hands clutched into a tight fist. “I’m just trying to be professional sir as I’m here just to paint and nothing else. So why not to keep it professional all the way. It will be good if you refer me as Tanaka,” feeling the stinging sensation in his chest shaking in anger and sadness. Takeshi can feel his nails digging inside his palm. “I-never said that to keep in professional I just said to do the painting no-”