Yoyuu Japanese Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 1 Lily's POV PIZA to eiga wo ogoriatta Mukashi wo barashiatta Himitsu wa mou naitte KURABU de battariattara Naiteta yo kimi ga otoko no yoko de ...I'm a dummy >Lily's Alarm (Limit Control - Dummy)

Kyoko tilted her head, cursing her brain for misunderstanding things twice now. “Oh, right. I haven’t introduced myself. Yui Sato. I’m this useless man’s older sister,” Yui said, pointing to Ryu. “Onee-chan!” Ryu clearly regretted calling his sister now.

“Rest assured, we definitely will.” Yuri sighed before smiling. “Yeah,” she said with a nod. She then moved down the hallway, but before she had taken more than three steps, she paused in her tracks and turned to look at Ren. “Oh, and Ren?” Ren raised an eyebrow. Yuri smiled at him. “Welcome back.” [1] A Japanese term for riceballs

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

Turns out their name is Inagawa Kai and Kudo Kuzakura. They escort us to their car and we go to their base since their oyabun, Iwamoto Hisao. I perk my curiosity since usually, they name their clan with the surname of the head but this gang named it differently. But oh well, better not question it, hence I'm seeking trouble. Upon our arrival, there was a traditional Japanese house that you usually see in the 19s era. The big door and traditional ornaments and the wooden block with the writing Yangoku. Well, from what I know, Japanese Yakuza tend to build their base in an old or traditional model to show chivalry.

“Umm… I’m looking for Fuyu-chan.” “Oh, he’s Jai-san’s—I mean, Waetford-san’s friend.” Nene said in Shouha, recognizing Darrion. The girl in maid outfit, Fuyu-chan, stood up. Her purple hair bouncing slightly as she approached him. “What is it, Darrion-san?” Fuyu asked, stopping in front of him and looking at him with her calm bluish eyes. “I want to ask something about a guy named Kuroda.” Darrion said.

“To new friends, new adventure. Kampai!” “Kampai!” they all echo back, although Monica has no idea what it means. They clink glasses all around, and it’s suddenly the time to talk. “I’ll go first,” Yori declares, her voice going hard and steely. “Ugh! Okay, I’m from Osaka,” she says. “So many juvenile young men who don’t know how to take care of themselves where I’m from. Mama does everything for them, and then they want a wife to take over the same role. Some even still think kancho is funny when they’re in high school.” “Honey, I don’t think that’s just in Japan that men need a woman to take care of them. What’s kancho?” Molly asks. Yori sets her drink down, clasping her hands together, tw

says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get redder and redder like a tomato. “End of the line, was it Fuujin or Raijin, or a constellation or something inhuman not even known to humankind or from a folklore not from Japan at all, was it from a chinese mythology or perhaps western Europe. Perhaps it may have been from India too…. I’m done.” Says Ayame and lays on the ground looking at the ceiling. “No use~… These guys don’t even know what their leader is.” The yokai fall unconscious from holding their breath for too long one by one like dominoes.

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.

At least, that was my impression of him at first glance. I stepped forward and dusted off my Japanese. He hoped to hell he wouldn't mess this up. Yoshi noticed him first and eyed me then grinned as he whispered to his companion, “Otoko wa kawaiku mieru. Kare wa utsukushī. watashi wa kare o motsu koto ga dekiru koto o nozomu"(Trans: The girl looks cute. I could have her).