Yamada Jiro Novels & Stories

Master Yi's eyelids twitched when he saw the sword. The swordsmen from Japan usually had their own names. As for a sword shot, who used the famous saber "Jue", he was none other than the martial arts teacher of the Emperor of Japan. The living legend of Japan, the person admired the most by Katou Wudo, was the guardian of Yamamoto. "Is the person in front of me Yamamoto?" Master Yi's heart beat faster. Yamamoto, the strongest man in Japan, was known as the patron saint of Japan.

Her white uniform set off her fair skin, making her look even more seductive. “It’s okay. Experts like him must have strong pride. Without pride, one cannot be the strongest. I finally understand why the Refined Blade Dojo can stand firm in Riverbank for so long. It’s because of you, Murao Hokujo. You are the treasure of this dojo,” Aiden said. “Treasure of the dojo? I like the way you put it,” Reiko said with a smile. “Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo.

The boy grumbled and disappeared through the leaves. Ejima continued to pick up the yams, not knowing why her husband would want to distract her from this work. It was his responsibility to harvest the yams, but she had opted to do it herself because the King had invited him. Picking up some cassava leaves that had fallen, she covered her basket but paused when she heard the approaching footfalls. "Morning rose," Someone said. Ejima's bulging stomach jutted when she heard the sweet voice. "I was coming to meet you, my love,"

"At the abandoned warehouse on Fourth Street. My source says he's about to close a drug deal with Yoshiro-Nagama." Michael turned away, as Pedro went on with the details. Yoshiro was the new Oyabun of a century-old Yakuza, controlling the inflow and outflow of drugs and weapons in Asia. As a result of his greedy quest for power, Yoshiro deposed his own father, Hatake Nagama, killing him and his trustees in cold blood, to assume the post of Oyabun.

“Welcome to Rohai Corp, Hagakure Sorahiko.” They shake hands— two unwilling players of whatever ridiculous game Miyamura is playing. “As is mine, Mr Yamato”. “Please call me Eiji”. He refuse to be so formal with such a kindred soul. Any person that sees past Miyamura’s glamour is a person worth speaking to. “Only if you call me Sora”. “Sorahiko”. “Yamato”. A smile here, a grin there. And, it's a deal. ⸻ Five minutes after Sorahiko leaves his office, Eiji’s intercom buzzes.

“Ew. Typhoon is Akio’s specialty. You’re going to steal it and add ice?” Haku frowned. “Everyone can do typhoons. You can do it too, if you train enough.” Jiro snickered. “You’re useless. If you’re going to imitate, just confess! Everyone knows you’re just relying on your unique element to get everyone’s attention.” Haku didn’t like where this was going. “Please, stop saying bad things about people if you don’t know what they’re going through.” Jiro raised his eyebrows and looked in protest. “What? You’re accusing me of accusing you? Ridiculous! You’re just useless orphan who can’t do anything else beside making grated ice! That’s also exactly why your parents left you, because they know the

Tanaka's was chosen by Shiro mostly because he wanted an open kitchen where chefs do stunts while cooking. As they walked through the door one of the "stunt chefs" caught their attention, he was youngest among them and he looked very familiar to Shiro "oohh.....that's Yamato from class " Shiro said,finally recognizing the young chef. Yamato as student was the most unusual of them all, his father was the school janitor so everybody knows he wasn't from a rich family and most of the royal kids made jest of him. He he was the non royals students

Kenji criticized. “True! I’m sorry!” Yamada accepted the insult willingly, as long as it meant saving his life. “Well, at least you admit that your brain is useless.” Kenji waved his hand dismissively, then stood up and walked over to Yamada. “I’m sorry, Sandaime!” Yamada trembled even more, clamping his lips tightly shut as Kenji slowly placed the back of his shoe on Yamada’s pinky finger on his right hand. On one foot, Kenji pressed all of his weight.

He then saluted and said, “That’s right. I’m under the Medical Sage of Island Nation, Isoroku Yamamoto! “Since you know my origin, you should know that apart from my mentor, there is no one in the world who could save Talia.” Harvey’s eyes turned cold. “Not only is Isoroku Yamamoto the Medical Sage of Island Nation, but he is also one of the ringleaders of the sire line of Yin and Yang, right? “It is said that the students of Isoroku Yamamoto are also best at Yin-Yang Technique in Island Nation apart from the medical skills.

A red dotted map appears, indicating that the Lord is in danger and at the point shown on Don Lee's cell phone. Don Lee was a little confused, he knew, his master was not someone to be easily defeated. He was sure, the situation that befell his master was not an ordinary situation. That's why, he brought many of his troops to the location point. Not only ordinary troops, Don Lee also brought the greatest troops in martial arts. ______ Jordan Catwalk entered the laboratory room. The man carried a syringe with a green liquid in it. "What do you want from us?" asked Jeremy. Jordan, who was walking with Diana and Jack beside him, laughed.