Yamada Jiro Novels & Stories

"Tell Ichiro to kill Kiran." "Ichiro, he, he..." Aida stammered. "What's wrong with him?" Yasuda asked angrily. "Kiran, just kill me!" Ichiro begged, his voice pleading. On the other end, Yasuda was stunned, "Ichiro, you..." "Yasuda, sir, I've become a cripple!" Ichiro's voice was full of frustration and helplessness. "A cripple?" Yasuda thought he had misheard. Aida had already turned the phone camera towards Ichiro and the kneeling samurai.

And if I do not become a doctor, no one will cure you of your absent-mindedness . - Enough "if"! Samantha grabbed Leah's arm and pulled her towards the classroom. She didn't really resist. They were in a hurry to the biology class. The teacher, Mr. Yamamoto, was of Japanese descent, so he was called "Kamikazde" behind his back. He got the nickname for a reason - Yamamoto was distinguished by rare dedication, and often took on the children's tricks, for which he received from the director. But the elderly Japanese was very kind, which his students often used. However, there was something that Kamikazde did not like very much - being late.

Heat flushes Jamari’s cheeks at the title. The two wolves approach Yuriko, bowing in respect to Jamari. “Welcome home Jamari.” Yuriko reaches over, clasping her hand with the woman’s, Jamari’s eyes following the movement. “These are my mates..” Jamari squealed, grabbing Yuriko for a bear hug before the Beta was able to introduce her mates. “I am so happy for you three.” She says, pulling away. “Dakota and Mai are the best!” Yuriko nods in agreement.

The metallic taste of blood reached his palate along with the bittersweet of meat. The fork fell on the plate with a thud, as he brought his hand to his mouth with a groan. Falcon in alarm rose from his chair to her. "What's wrong?" He asked worriedly. His omega was suffering in front of him and he didn't know why. -Maybe you didn't like the meat- Ofelia's voice was heard calm- It's kobe, it's a really expensive beef delicacy. Wasting it is sacrilege- "MOTHER" Falcon couldn't help but raise his voice and even his father was impressed. Ofelia's jaw dropped.

“I think you’re like a second Yamatoto.” Adolf chuckled in genuine delight because he knew who Javier was referring to—the admiral of Yuzuia and the mastermind of the ambush on Nacre Harbor and Battle of Equipoint. That was even more a gambler of fate. Before becoming the admiral, he had even dared tell the emperor back then, “If you dare give me a year, I’ll win you an aircraft carrier.” He had been gambling, but he got famous from the ambush on Nacre Harbor. Many people knew this as classic films had used that scene countless times.

Yamamoto from Japan. This distinguished designer, over seventy years old and a national treasure in Japan, reportedly had a good relationship with the world-renowned design maestro, Danny Lin. He was highly respected in the design world. But this master had a peculiar temperament and high standards, rarely impressed by any work.

But you know Zayne, he still hates the guy because he can't stand people. Jiro was an okay guy. He had thick auburn hair, cute white glasses over his jade green eyes, and buff beige skin spotted with teeny weeny freckles. I wasn't sure if it was his entire body, or what his body looked like in fact. He was always wearing huge sweaters and hoodies like he borrowed a bouncer's. I wondered why he loved oversized clothes but never asked. He was kind of short too, taller than Odette but short. He was my height.

"That's for hurting Hera! Jiroo was right! You are a son of a bitch!" "Stop it, guys." Ivana butted in as she pulled Ayu's hand. "Stop fighting, please, it will only worsen the problem." "He's a shit for hurting Hera physically and emotionally just because he was fucking worried about Demian." Jiroo chuckled dryly and when he looked at Liam, the disappointment was visible in his eyes. "I never got disappointed in you, Liam. I thought you were better than me." His voice was laced with a certain sadness.

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

×Higan× "Here," I said as I handed Jamie a plate with two chicken mayonnaise sandwiches on it. He took it without taking his eyes off of the TV and set it on the space on his left. "Thanks." I sat down next to him and looked at the screen to see his progress. Jamie watched the screen with intense concentration as he led his player through the field. His skills at COD weren't that good but I felt a weird sense of pride at watching him try his best.