Tanaka Kazunari Novels & Stories

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-”

"It seems Mr. Torres is well-informed." Jaycee stood up immediately and extended his hand. "Mr. Hoshino, I've heard your name many times. The youngest billionaire of Sakura Country—and perhaps the most handsome one at that." Kazuki allowed himself a small, restrained smile. The Hoshino Group. A fourth-generation conglomerate.

“There’s no record of any Lorenzo D’Amaris anywhere. No registration, no pack affiliation, no land ownership, no tax traces, no trade licenses under that name. The file you sent me, the company he claimed to represent? It doesn’t exist either. It’s a ghost registration, created with fake documents two months ago. Yes, everything seems legitimate to the amateur eye, but I am surprised that Maxine didn’t see through it. Everything here is not real.” My fingers tightened on the edge of the desk. Two months. Right around the time Valerie had started her plans for the firm. I tapped the desk twice, chewing the inside of my mouth as I fought to form the right words. “So someone made a new identity