Yakuza Name Generator の小説・ストーリー

I smiled victoriously on coming up with a perfect excuse to escape. "oh okay." he seemed slightly unbothered. "What's her name anywa-" he dropped a speaker while talking to me. Great! Couldn't expect anything less from the 'God of destruction'. I hurried forward to help him. "Her name is Yuri" That's the best name you could come up with hikari, seriously, I thought to myself. Yuri means a ghost in Japanese, I face palmed myself in my head. "oh Yuri," he giggled a little "pretty name"

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

"The name that the people call you? That's not your name. You know that. They could label you with anything they like. But I need to know your name. Will you deny me the privilege?" "It is forbidden." "Say the law," Uche smiled weakly, "but you forget that I am the law." She took a deep breath and pulled him to herself, "my name" she whispered for his ears alone, "is Sachi" "Sachi" Uche pulled away, "will you spend the rest of your life with a mortal man like me?" "Oh my love, it will be my pleasure." Sachs groaned but before their lips met, a loud gong resounded and the music and screams of the people ceased.

its different than what I've gotten used to but its definitely so much fun seeing it being created from scratch. in case you've forgotten the twins are of Japanese and African descent. their names are derived from feudal lords in Japan, takeda shingen, tokugawa Ieyasu, and date Masamune. if you wish to know more about these 16th century feudal lords I recommend looking them up. history is amazing.

, she smirked at him. James snorted and nodded acquiescing to her cheekiness. "I'm Bell", The Japanese answered. "Jasmine", The Indian answered quietly. "Ash", The Frenchman answered quietly. "Zee", Germany answered, "That's zed and two E's", she clarified. "Vani", the Redhead finally greeted smiling at both James and Ray, the latter who had been glaring at her mockingly. When they all turned to him he sighed, "Deja vu", he huffed rolling his eyes, "My name is Zen", he answered, "It's good—" he questioned, "—to meet all of you", he greeted them cheekily.

I asked and the Japanese Yakuza nodded with a smile. "Good." I smiled as well and leaned down to his ear to whisper something to him. He leaned back and bowed. "I'll do so right away, Oyabun." He said and walked away to the awaiting boat. That was something no one knew. Except my close one that is. I was the Oyabun (Mafia Leader) of the Japanese Yakuza and the Mafia Don of Italy and a partner to the Leader of the Spanish mob. Power was my second name and they gang trying to fuck me over should be praying to God, if he exists.

Sang-yeon or as properly nicknamed by la familia, the Asian menace is the Yakuza leader, and he has caused numerous problems for us in the past. I had no idea this was the bastard that knocked up Sofia, she wouldn't give me a name but now, thanks to Alessandra, I know he crossed me. He's leaning against his desk when I enter his shabby, overly late office. He's appluent, I would've found some use for Sofia's bastard had she said his name sooner. “Don Romano,” he grins, greeting me like we're old friends. His accent is washed out, by his environment.

[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."

My mind cranked up over the names, and I spun around to look at Alejandro. “The Chef? The Fisherman?” What the hell was wrong with these guys’ names? “Those are name codes. Every made man has his unique name. Of course, nobody just gets to come up with a name and call himself that. The name has to live up to the reputation.” Kaito informed while flashing me a polite smile in the rearview mirror. “So those are not their real names?” I asked the rhetorical question. Alejandro growled his response. I glanced at him before bumping him with my elbow. He glanced at me, and I wiggled my eyebrows.

Miu frowned. “Well, you know my job.” I sighed, deciding to go with this story. To make it my fault, we are being hunted. I don’t want anyone to know Yūri was a Hatake, let alone the Kitsune. “Yea, you’re a cop. What about it?” Miu sighed. “Well, I recently initiated a raid on the yakuza clan resulting in even the boss getting taken in.” I sighed.