Yoriichi Kny Novels & Stories

[Yusuke] Then dont shoot then. "Yusuke" takes out his knife and started to charge at "Shinjuku". "Shinjuku" stands there and was anticipating his every move "Yusuke" was slashing at him in Vertical angles "Shinjuku" started weaving left and right then "Yusuke" try to use a basic maneuver then took his knife and slashes at "Shinjuku" Horizontally then "Shinjuku" jumps back quickly then raises his hand getting ready to release a energy wave at "Yusuke".

I swat his hand away, clasp the bottle, and place it in front of me under the table so he doesn't have access to it. Even though he’s sitting still, his eyes are shifty and agitated. I’m ready to bet it’s because of whatever seed Pharaoah planted in his head back at the house. The door slides open again; this time, it's not the waitress. Kai walks in, followed by an old, short man who wears a pressed suit. Abe Hitori. The leader of the Yakuza branch in New York. Pharaoah and I stand in greeting, but Pakstan remains planted in place. He also uses the chance of my standing up to grab the bottle of vodka.

She could recognize that voice from anywhere. "Kylian"

Why was he seeing two extra? The said extra, were standing there with their heads bowed. One was quite tall and lean with dark brown hair neatly packed into a high ponytail. He was dressed in simple clothing, giving him a sunny aura. There was a face mask on his face so Ryu couldn't recognise him. The other was sitting on a wheel chair. He had ash blonde hair and cute features. Ryu recognised him as the oldest son of the Yamaguchi family. Yamaguchi Kento.

If they had overpowered Kiran, it would be one thing, but the spectacle of a dozen Sunland ninjas unable to even touch him was downright embarrassing. "Stop!" At that moment, Nakamura stepped forward and shouted. "Hai!" Responding immediately, Ono and the other ninjas halted and stepped back, sweating and eyeing Kiran with a mix of anger and confusion, unable to comprehend the level of his skills. Kiran gently set Rain down from his embrace and landed gracefully from the air. "Who are you?" Nakamura asked, looking intently at Kiran. "Kiran York," he replied. "Kiran York?" Nakamura's expression shifted slightly; he was familiar with the name.

The Samurai" Nakamura, a highly skilled martial artist hailing from Japan. She has trained extensively in karate and muay thai, and is known for her lightning-fast kicks and powerful punches. Yuka is also a master of grappling techniques, and can quickly take her opponents down to the mat. In the opposite corner stood Maria "The Beast" Rodriguez, a fierce competitor from Brazil. Maria is a black belt in Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and is known for her incredible ground game. She is also a skilled striker, and can deliver devastating blows with both her fists and feet. Maria is famous for her never-say-die attitude, and is always looking for an opportunity to finish her opponents.

Unfortunately, he’s the only one who noticed it, because Hayate was looking at the other battle too. Returning to Jai’s side. The ninja jumped at him again with the knife, but Jai was more prepared by now. He dodged with a zig-zag and delivered a kick to the man’s stomach. Jai had a bad feeling on the back of his neck, so he immediately threw the man over his back and to the ground. The man grunted painfully.

⚠️Warning: 17+ (Violence Content)⚠️ I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Let's cooperate with each other❤️ ***** "Aniki, (Brother)." Orochi saw Ozgur, Orochi still looked friendly, he started to take off his school coat and rolled his long shirt up to his elbows. At that moment, Ozgur began to see the kanji tattoo on Orochi's left wrist. "If you can beat me... No, I mean. If you can knock me down, just once, I'll let you go. Because I'm the greatest fighter here, from now on." Orochi said, looking at Ozgur.

CHAPTER 25: THE OCEAN MAP Scene 73: Secrets of the Vault The knife touched my throat. Kiyomi’s hand did not shake. Gold light filled her eyes. Orochi’s voice slid from her mouth. Now choose her blood. Raiken moved. The blade pressed harder. A warm line opened beneath my jaw. Stop, I said. He froze, blue fire burning around both fists. Hayate stood behind Kiyomi, close enough to reach her, but the black seed floated above her shoulder like a watching eye.

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.