Yakuza Tokyo Revengers の小説・ストーリー

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.

“Sir, I know you have lots of questions, I will tell you, but please don't ask me for the name of the man or the family that did this to me.. Sooner or later I will tell you” He nodded, and for about an hour, I narrated everything to him, without mentioning Logan, or his family’s name. I told him about my plans, and how hungry I was to take revenge on the family. “I hope you find your redemption, Ava.. I will take my leave” Lucas stood up to leave but I grabbed his hands. “Please, sir.. Help me out.. I have no one or anywhere to go.. Please help me” he sat down back on the chair, and I saw his eyes lit. ”Revenge is a dangerous game, you might also end up dead, and..”

Ryder said. Back at the Rinaldi mansion, Marcus excused himself, heading to a secluded corner where he pulled out his phone. He dialed Mr. Nakamura’s number quickly. “Yes, Marcus. What is it?” Nakamura said as he picked up the phone. "Listen Nakamura. Dominic and Capos are currently in a meeting and are planning their revenge against the Yakuza as we speak.” Nakamura's voice became more assertive “What! When did the attack happen and how the heck do they know how to spot it.”

"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

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.

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. “Kaen Tsukishima.”

“You just remorselessly killed your companion, guy named Ox. Or should I say, a ringer assassin called the Joker of the Cards of Reapers?” Ox laughed lightly, bandages on his left hand suddenly fall when Aoi cut it with a sharp knife. On the back of his palm, a tattoo of a skeleton in a pitch-black cloak was holding a grayish scythe. On the side of the box, vertically written in a scary font the word “J-O-K-E-R.” A tattoo of the Card of Reapers indicating he was in a high-rank. “What's your business with me?” Aoi Akuma asked voice in a threat.

Only one letter as the sender: H. “My game of chess isn’t over. The next king will fall. Be prepared.” Harley clenched his teeth. Tears welled up… then he stood. “I’m not a pawn. I’m not a puppet. You’ll see for yourself, Hideko—I know this is definitely your doing,” he said. — Autumn wind rustled the bamboo curtains. In a quiet, traditional Japanese room, the sound of high heels walking firmly down a wooden corridor was heard. Hideko sat calmly in the center of the room. Elegant. Serene. In front of her, an elderly man in military uniform knelt—one of the most loyal former hitmen of the Yakuza family.