Yakuza 7 Kappa Locations Novels & Stories

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.” ---

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

The large traditional family of the Yakuza clan was one of the largest clans in the city of Nakayoshi, in the colony and in all Japanese cities, they were called Hong Ning, they were, as they say, at the top of the food chain and the power of the Japanese mafia. They were theirs, their biggest killers were known as shadow, because they could not be felt, nor could they be observed, they worked for all the Yakuza mafia clans, they were the best, their houses of pleasure, their Dojôs were the best.

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.”

After Adira had left the office, Iason and I stayed behind to discuss business. It was time to destabilize the Yakuza as best we could—especially given their apparent ties to the Bratva. “One of the Yakuza’s biggest sources of income is the Shinjuku casino,” I began, tracing a path on the map my father left me, the tip of my pen gliding along the paper. “Taking it down won’t be difficult. Their security is loose, and the lieutenant in charge already has a penchant for skimming from his boss.”

"Patience. All will be revealed." Another limousine pulled up alongside theirs. The door opened, and Kazuya Takeda, the leader of the Yakuza gang, stepped out. He was a tall man with a commanding presence, his sharp suit immaculate. He entered the limousine, taking a seat beside Nakamura. "Marcus," Kazuya began, his voice smooth, "I am Kazuya Takeda, leader of the Yakuza here in Philadelphia." Marcus's gaze didn't waver. "I know who you are. But tell me, if you're Japanese, why the Korean name?"

"Alex. Look at this. Other Objectives. Project Seventh isn't just running one operation. They're running dozens. Hundreds. All over the world." The list was extensive. Objective One through Objective Thirty-Seven. Each one a different target. Different operative. Different organization being subverted from within. "Objective Twelve... Yakuza infiltration. Tokyo. Operative: Maya Chen." Alexei read aloud. "Status: Active. Success probability: 78%. Target: Tanaka clan leadership." "Objective Nineteen... Cartel infiltration. Mexico City. Operative: Sofia Ramirez. Status: Active. Success probability: 82%. Target: Sinaloa leadership."

"I left Rosa's binky in the nursery. I'll be back in a minute." She scampered down the hallway, to Xavier's study room. ****** "Boss, Masashi said he saw Vincenzo in Kobe." Rico informed. Masashi Yoshinawa was the boss of the Japanese yakuza. Yoshinawa-gumi (Yoshinawa group) was the largest Yakuza family, accounting for 50 percent of all Yakuza in Japan. Masashi was a friend of Xavier's and two years ago, he had killed Masashi's father, Kaito Yoshinawa. Kaito was a savagely violent man, even towards his own family. He killed innocent people, including his own wife. Something that the mafia would never do. Masashi was too weak to go against him. Thus, two years ago he came to Xavier for help

That scar… god that intriguing scar that stretched from the top of his left lip down to his jaw only added to his charm in a strange unsettling way. The man sitting opposite him was leaner with a black fade haircut, ink creeping up his neck and knuckles. Kenji Sato — the Japanese yakuza leader that based in the heart of the country —Tokyo city. Alina recognized the sly man instantly. “Who's that with the Don?” Mira whispered to Alina. “Quiet.” She murmured back. Antonio's smooth voice spoke out. “What makes you think this Alliance you're proposing will benefit me?”