Yakuza 0: Guide Novels & Stories

LORENZO POV “No one can know about this. We don’t know if it’s Caterina or not. If she is the one, we have to get our hands on that crate before anyone,” Father warned, his voice low and firm. I glanced at Bellini, he gave a short nod. “How do we handle the Yakiuza's? They’re going to be a problem for us,” I asked, sliding my hands into my pocket. “We pay them off,” Father answered without hesitation. Then he paused and tapped ash from his cigarette. “But set a meeting with them, Bellini. Pay them, also get an insider.”

So, I listened to his instructions and practiced hard. Not only because I wanted to be stronger than my father, but so I could be unbeatable and make my grandfather proud. He’d only entered my life in the past year, but he told Mamma he wanted me to take over the Yakuza. Mamma said it would make me stronger than Father. Stronger than the Omertà. Stronger than most of the underworld. I worked hard and pushed myself even harder. I pushed to my feet just in time to block another hit. Gasping, I gritted my teeth and used a mikazuki geri, bending my knee and pointing it to the left of Master Azato.

He's looking at me with such kindness, it makes me feel really embarrassed. "I understand now, and I'll do my best. But if I do make a mistake, I'm counting on you to help me out, okay?" I squeeze his hand tightly. "That's what Guides and especially your partner are for." I nodded my head to his words. I pulled out a lube I had kept in my bag, and I squirted a good amount onto my fingers. "Here we go..." I started. "Do it slow," Minseok urged me. I started rubbing my hole with my finger slowly, and I let out a small moan.

“Faces, tattoos, jewelry?” She shook her head helplessly. “Only… when the man grabbed me, I saw his hand. Here.” She tapped the back of her own. “A black mark. Like a symbol…four sharp lines, kind of square, crossing like a crooked gate. Could’ve been… a character? I only saw it for a second before I—” Vincenzo leaned over. “Yakuza?” he muttered, cutting her off. “You’re telling me these bastards are—”

Next, Yori steps forward, introducing herself and bowing her head slightly. Jackson only knows konichiwa in Japanese, so after that, our introduction finishes and she steps back. Next comes Katarina with a firm handshake and direct eye contact as she introduces herself in Russian. He can carry on a passable conversation in Russian, and she seems delighted by the fact, despite hid accent being

Well, well… this changes everything. I stood at my office window overlooking Manhattan’s magnificent skyline, like a predator examining his territory. Except that it wasn’t completely mine yet. Not until Alexander was out of the way. My phone buzzed. Without looking, I responded. “Speak.” “The Yakuza want their balance by month’s end,” came the chilly voice of Kenji, my contact in Tokyo. “Or they’ll take what you love most.” I clinched my teeth, squeezing the phone closer. “I said I’d have it.”

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

Ping! Instead of the usual blue notification window notification he saw, Zen blinked in surprise at the purple notification screen. [You are about to unlock a unique quest. By proceeding with this quest, you abide by the rules of Omerta with Godfather Estrada and will not divulge details of the quest to any candidates in Godfather High. Do you wish to proceed?] Zen froze. Omerta with the Godfather?

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.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.