Yakuza 0: Guide Novels & Stories

“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—”

"We found the wanker that put out that hit on you, his voice interrupted me and I his words sent a sudden feeling of happiness mixed with excitement through my veins, it was like a dream coming true. Amin and his guys had just spared me the trouble of tearing up the whole of London, looking for the person myself, which was the plan I had all along. As I was about to walk out the door with Amin, I stared back at Sharon, her eyes met mine and she turned away. "Let's roll, brother." Amin's voice interrupted me once again and I turned towards the door and walked out. As we walked from the hospital over to the car, Amin briefed me about the man we were about to go pay a visit to, his name was Mic

[The Yakuza] They walked into a small, smoky Izakaya (bar). It was quiet. A few old men were drinking sake. Behind the counter stood a man with no pinky finger on his left hand. He was cleaning a knife. Goro. An Old School Yakuza boss. One of the few who refused to work for the Syndicate. Sebastian walked up to the bar. He placed a specific coin on the counter. A Sterling Corp commemorative coin. Goro looked at the coin. Then at Sebastian. "You are supposed to be a ghost, Mr. Sterling."

On the top are the instructions: “Pick Opponent” Mrs. Lapuz wrings her hands and types on the keyboard. Her multi-colored words float in a tiny line on the lower left corner of the screen. She feels slightly reassured that she can communicate with her ally anytime. | 17 Kayzel_123 [K&E4ever] __You’ve got to guide me because I’ve forgotten everything. | Ecto replies: | SSS Ecto [K&E4ever] __No worries. I will take all the agro. Just hang back behind me or hide behind some bushes along the lanes. Drag the mouse to the spot where you want to go and right-click to bring your character there. Got it?

"I’ll cover you. If anything feels off..." "You shoot," I finished for him. We understood each other. Taking a breath, I pushed off the wall, ignoring the fire in my leg. I moved forward, each step measured. The Yakuza raised their guns, tracking my every movement. They didn’t fire. They were waiting. Yumi’s gaze flickered over me before she smiled. "Walk with me. I have business for you." She gestured to a sleek black car parked just beyond the ruins. I didn’t hesitate. I slid into the passenger seat, the door clicking shut behind me.

Around them, people were already arriving for prayer as the sky began to glow faintly with dawn. Flustered, she hurried inside—leaving her suitcase behind, now somehow secured with a chain to Arash’s motorcycle. --- ---Japan, at the same time--- ---Yakuza Headquarters, Yamamoto’s Office--- Shigei hurried down the hallway, his face lit with excitement as he carried a report just received from their men in Turkey. After knocking and being granted entry, he removed his shoes and stepped onto the tatami floor, bowing respectfully. “Mission accomplished, Young Master. We have secured them all.” ---

The room was a symphony of voices, laughter, and clinking glasses, creating the perfect backdrop for her covert operation. In her earpiece, Antonio's voice was a steady presence, guiding her through the labyrinth of intrigue. "Georgina, your last target Ricci. He's the one standing near a statue. Tall, glasses, busy typing on his phone. Approach him." Georgina followed Antonio's instructions, her gaze settling on the man by the statue. He was exactly as described – tall, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, engrossed in his phone. Georgina steadied herself and approached him with an air of confidence.

The short-haired man was pacing the living room, while the other two were still in the bedroom. In one clean sweep, he squatted down and brandished the sword from his waist, his eyes fixed on the short-haired man. Before he could utter a sound, the short-haired man was already lying on the floor. 008 and 001 moved up to finish him off. Gesturing in their own private language, Jasper relayed instructions for 008 and 001. Approaching the window, they took off the curtains. Light flooded the living room. And the snipers were already in place.

Jean chirped, immediately looping his arm with mine. “The Yakuza is actually real. That’s what I mean,” Angelo said with a mini shrug. “I know quite a few of them, actually, but we have different territories, so you don’t have to worry about them getting invited to the party. We don’t mix unless it’s absolutely necessary,” he finished with a calm smile. “Wait, wait,” Jean chirped, letting go of my hand and walking over to grab Angelo’s sleeve instead. “Do they use giant bread knives like in the movies and all that?” he asked, clinging onto Angelo’s arm.

There was a red x drawn over my face. Olivia wasn't the target of the hit. I was. "Is JR dead? Fucking tell me where her body is," Copycat shrieked into the phone. No, she wasn't dead. I wasn't that stupid. But telling him where she was would lose me any leverage I had. I couldn't afford to make myself an easy target for Marino. Especially after my latest discovery about the Yakuza. "Twenty four hours. Give me time to find out how you pissed off the Yakuza. Clearly they fucking think I'm you. Let me clean up your mess. Then you can have your precious JR and the money," I said, before abruptly ending the call.