Tomura Shigaraki Backstory Novels & Stories

If that were the case, I would already be dead, or at the very least, seriously injured. "And do you know who he is?" I asked, the first words I'd spoken since we left the building. "Yes, I know who he is," Thomas replied, his voice heavy with a gravity that made me shudder. He walked slowly around the room, stopping in front of a large bookshelf. "Masato isn't just a billionaire businessman. He comes from a criminal lineage, Bianca. His family, the Takahashis, were the elite of one of the most powerful mafias in Japan."

Too well. Pita- Hiroto's grandson, his father is Yumena's younger brother. As you can tell from his name his Mother is of french descent. ???: Kenichi- a guitar player Kagami befriended during auditions. He studied music in America overseas. Gives Kagami his miso-shaped bean bag first day moving in. Has adopted the American mindset of suing instead of negotiating things. Wallace- A gothic half-american player with a tall stature and deep voice. He gifts Kagami his table first day he moves into the dorms.

Kirito left the bar. The bartender moved towards the cheque and picked it up. He smiled as he looked at it "It's funny how you've changed, Kirito. You've become someone you feared the most when you were a kid." He tore the cheque and threw it into the dustbin. "Arata Mizuru." He heard his name and turned back. Jericho stood there with a card in his hand "Ah! You're Arata Mizuru? My name is Jeroboam Hatsugu. Someone recommended me to visit your bar. I've heard you make the best cocktails in Tokyo."

Her lips formed into a determined grin. “I’m the president of the Kita gang. My name is Bri. Nice to meet you, Tamashi Yosha.” —— Savior: Original Story by OneSevenEight Episode: Framed Perspective - Part 3 —— All he could do was stare out the window. Charlie held a gaze that was fixed on the cafeteria windows as his food grew cold. He thought about the news broadcast that he had watched that morning. He saw that Tamashi and this other person were both almost run over by a truck.

Eiwa Miura repeatedly told him that this little girl had a special identity, so he had to keep an eye on her and not make any mistakes. He answered but he didn't take it seriously in his heart. This was a heavily guarded underground base. How could a three- or four-year-old girl in front of him run away? He even thought that the officer was really making a big fuss. It was a bit excessive to tie up such a lovely little girl with a rope. Tang Tang was originally a Suzaku Sacred Body, so her body was far stronger than that of an ordinary person. At this time, the acupoint that Shiro Chiba had pointed at had been automatically pushed open by the Genuine Qi running in her body.

The man whose shadow had loomed over me for weeks. “His name is Botan Kuroda,” Mikako continued, her tone hardening. “He has a criminal record—assault, stalking, and harassment. He was also in a… relationship with Akira before his death.” I sucked in a sharp breath, my vision blurring. “Akira,” I whispered. “Haru?” Jiro’s voice broke through my shock, his grip on my hand tightening. I could only shake my head, my mind spinning.

Kenji ignored Shibata's faltering voice when mentioning his mother's name and motioned for him to continue the story. “I was a naive cop back then, not understanding the true power of the Ichizoku. I found evidence of illegal activities by Kuryugumi, specifically Masaki Tanaka. Of course, I wanted to be a hero and expose it all. So naive, wasn’t I?” Shibata smiled bitterly, still regretting his foolishness to this day. “At that time, I learned that Jiro had many connections with Masaki.” This is not surprising, considering that every Ichizoku likely had joint ventures.

Tomoya's stomach twisted in recognition. "The dungeon," he whispered, a bitter chuckle escaping him. That cursed place was etched deeply in his memory—the very spot where he had been imprisoned, awaiting sacrifice. The memory, though blurred by Rener's deliberate interference, remained seared into Tomoya’s consciousness with a clarity that defied time. Takumi’s desperate bid to save Tomoya came at an unthinkable cost—the lives of countless others, including his own parents.

His grip on the folder slipped, and he nearly dropped it to the polished wood floor. There, seated with calm authority at the center of the examiners’ panel, was a ghost from his past life. Chairman Morita. In his previous life, Morita had been the mastermind behind the hostile acquisition of Takuto's company’s greatest rival. That single act of corporate warfare had triggered a domino collapse that left Kimura’s own business in ruins. Now, Morita wore a name tag that read: “Chairman, Myoran Middle School Board.” He looked older, of course—his once-black hair now fully silver, the skin beneath his eyes shadowed and weary. But the sharp gaze behind those bifocals was unmistakable.

And the doctor of the Sarugaki Family Clinic is one of them. Yuri had met the doctor, a man in his late twenties by the name of Akira Sarugaki about two years ago when Ren had made a grave error on a mission, and he had gotten messed up quite badly. And as luck would have it, she ran into Akira when she was dragging a nearly dead Ren through the streets of underground Shinjuku. The man had introduced himself as a doctor, and had offered to help. Having had no other choice, Yuri had accepted the man’s help.