Yakuza 0: Guide Novels & Stories

The blonde man frowned as he said, "Please, Sir—our men in Japan are still MIA. All we have left are logistics and support, who can't fight to save their own skin. We need someone who can actually get the job done if we are to try a second time, and that means strong outsourcing." The white-haired geezer nodded. "In that case, start looking! Where there's money, there's a way. Post a fat bounty, and people will die for it if they have to! Let's call the yakuza or whatever assassin guilds they have over there… I don't know about the latter, but we can go for the Yamaguchi-gai, can't we? They're quite the formidable force over there, aren't they? So, tell them that if they can take Tanya Sweet

] Yoshiki put his left hand inside his jacket pocket while giving what he hoped was his most charming smile, "Can I interest you gentlemen in a game?" Yoshiki looked on as the three men shared a confused look, seeing his only chance to escape, he jumped towards them while removing a thin can from his jacket pocket, bring it up in the air, and removing the cap, reaching the first guy, Yoshiki mercilessly sprayed the content of the can on to the man's face before he even started screaming, Yoshiki moved on his companions, with two minutes flat Yoshiki's pursuers were screaming their lungs out.

Marina said, obviously teasing. She might be a stern lady, but her homorous side comes out like this whenever Niccolo is around. "Kaito Nakamura, he's in the country already with seven other members of his family." Massimo said, crushing all humour. Kaito is the Yakuza; boss of the Japanese mafia empire who succeeded in incorporating all his family members into his empire wings. "Nelson briefed us already. We only need the specifics since you've refused to send the mail" Niccolo said, drumming his finger pads on the desk.

She cried. Slash! “Ahhhhh!” Some of the maidens screamed as she fell to the floor, her blood flowing out like a river. “I would like to make an announcement.” Ryu’s fierce voice brought me back to reality. His gaze was directed towards me. He began. "With the passing of my personal assistant, whose mate's bond with the perpetrator caused this, I would like to take this opportunity to appoint a new wolf.” I observed the surroundings, and to my surprise, no one was wailing anymore. They were all filled with laughter and joy, acknowledging Sasha as a criminal.

"Next." TARGET THREE: FAWNTINO "Fawntino," Dante said. Calm. Directing. Fawntino stood. Hands up. Shaking. "Dante. Please. I can pay. I have information. The Yakuza. The Volkovs. I know their—" She crossed to him. Knife already in hand. He backed away. Tripped. Fell. She knelt beside him. Dress pooling around her. Blood soaking into silk. "Please," he begged. "I have money. I can—"

Picking up a stick on the floor, I gathered my hair together and tied it together to keep it out of my face. I waited for the right opening, waiting for one of them to lower their garred. Just one and the rest will follow. Listening carefully , watching them, one turned his attention away from me and there was my opening. Breaking out in a sprint towards the one who looked away they called out to him reaching for their guns but I was already in front of him hitting him with the yoko tobigeri (Side flying kick). That will keep him busy, with the force I approached him he should be down for a while in pain clutching his stomach.

Danny asked. "Safe house. Tepito neighborhood. You can stay there while you decide what to do. No rent. No questions. Just a place to think." Kenji navigated through traffic with the ease of someone who had driven these streets for years. "But Danny, you need to understand something. The Yakuza helped position you for this. Helped feed you information. Helped keep you focused during nine years when most men would have given up. We did not do that out of kindness. We did it because your revenge aligned with our interests." "What interests?"

I assured. “Whatever you do, don’t go back there tonight. Find Hachiro and hold up somewhere. Now I need to get back up. Looks like I’m storming a castle and rescuing a princess tonight.” I winked before rushing back to my jeep. I sped away, heading for the precinct. I don’t return to work till tomorrow but having info on the whereabouts of the yakuza… even McGuire can’t turn me away. "I'm coming, Yūri. Just please don't do anything stupid before I get there." I whispered a prayer as I drove.

Underneath the swords, at the base of my spine are the numbers 8-9-3 with the corresponding Japanese characters below each digit, representing my position as a member of the Golden Chrysanthemums, a yakuza syndicate based in Yokohama. Rotating my shoulders, I stretch my arms over my head before I enter the main workout space. In the center of the room is a large tarp. On that tarp is a man, tied down with coarse ropes, his mouth gagged. As soon as he sees me, he wets himself and I grin down at him like the apex predator that I am. The man-child begins to whimper. “Enjoy, Boss,” Roger salutes, heading out to take care of other business. He’ll be back in a couple of hours, once I’ve taught thi

I complained. In the car, Dexter ask me various questions and gives me a lot of information on how to handle the Yakuza and how their custom and stuff. Well, some make me culture shock but that's also fine. I learn Japanese due to my likings to their culture but Yakuza's culture is quite something. Their hierarchy though is not as complex as ours in America. Dexter smiles knowing that I'm well prepared about this. In a way, I exceeded his expectation. From his information, the Yakuza hierarchy starts with the boss called Oyabun, then the second in command which is called Wakagashira, and his lieutenant called Shategashira. Other than that, Yakuza have their personal advisor or Cheif of Staff