Yujiro Hanma Novels & Stories

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

He must start his journey with these toys only. Anjana put Hanuman on the bed, protected by the pillow on both sides, came to Bruhashpati, and bowed down, ‘I also complaining the same father. Why such waste materials are to be hanged in the room?’ Kesari gave a sweet smile and suggested, ‘Once a person wants to be a specialist in the selected area, he must know every detail about the same. So, suppose my dream for Hanuman is related to space. In that case, he must experience various devices specifically utilized in the space.’, he looked straight into Anjana’s eyes, ‘My beloved, this one is the base preparation for him. Just that only.’

Amy sat up on one knee, using her forearms to block Paul from kicking her in her face. Paul kept trying to land a blow on Amy and the transman became a little frustrated by her cat-like reflexes. Amy was fighting him better with her feet than with her hands, which made the assassin grind his teeth. The hitman didn’t know that he was dealing with a former MMA fighter. Amy threw the hitman off guard and off-balance when she delivered a twirling kick across his face.

His father had made sure, even upon leaving that line of work, that his son should be trained in the ways of the Yakuzas, especially when it comes to defending himself. He hears more bullets being fired outside his home and knows he needs to be ready to face the inevitable. At the very least, I will die where I want, and in the way I choose. Akihiro Yamaguchi slides a vintage-styled shoji - the wide paper doors so commonly used for Japanese dojos - which lined one of the huge house’s inner gardens. Inside was a spacious room with a wooden floor, bamboo-lined walls, and weapon racks displayed in strategic places. He walks straight up to a major display case in the best part of the room and ta

Yamamoto felt a chill in his chest right away. Kenzo was wiping his sword with his hand before Yamamoto and stared at him expressionlessly. A blood-soaked gash appeared on Yamamoto’s chest, with one of his ribs broken by the slashed. What a supersonic speed! What a sharp sword! Yamamoto's physical attribute was extremely strong. For someone to be able to slice him up to this extent with a single slash, it was by no means achievable by an ordinary man. What was more terrifying was that even though Yamamoto’s chest was slashed open by a knife, he didn't see clearly how Kenzo swung his sword. It all happened at lightning speed which was as fast as the appalling state.

It was a deadly skill and one which can only be used by a swordmaster. A swordmaster? Ugo's lips parted with smiles. Her father was the master of all masters. She hasn't seen anyone in the village that can match his skill. Even though he had surrendered his weapons to the King and had picked up farm work from the dust, he still was the best. He will always be, despite the nickname, Mmiri (water), or whatever tag the village people have placed on him.

He got that sense of bad boy when you look at him. “Oh, excuse me.” The guy said. Then he walked past Jai and to the door, passing by Harris who’s entering the place. “Hey, you left me.” Harris faked a pout. But Jai wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at the red haired guy who just left. Harris realized whom Jai was looking at. “Oh. That’s Satoru Hirabayashi.” “Who?” Jai looked at him. “Satoru Hirabayashi from the Hirabayashi clan. He’s one of the geniuses of this generation. He’s a very skilled hunter.” Harris said.

Only he would dare to speak so harshly to their teacher with such a calm face without fear of being beaten by their own teacher. "Boy! Are you insulting me again?" A male voice rang out in the hall. And as the voice disappeared, everyone looked towards the empty seat. Where it was Bing Zen sitting, they shook their heads at Bing Zen's behavior. "Coming as fast as the wind and going as fast as the sound." Said the Sect Master with a smile on his face. "I didn't expect that such a big thing exists on Yu Island." The blood general was sitting while listening to reports from his subordinates. The shocking thing in the ocean really surprised him.

The head of the Sunland Martial Arts Association, Okajima, looked grim. His beady eyes darted around, and he fidgeted uncomfortably in his suit as if it were covered in thorns. The phone in his hand was heated up like a hot potato and nearly out of battery.

Yamamoto was confident that he was never wrong in assessing and recognising someone, even if he had only met them once and only briefly. His special ability led Yamamoto to become one of the leaders of the Yakuza—the largest mafia organisation in Japan—as well as being a direct descendant of one of the Yakuza's top leaders. Several of his fingers were missing, a sign that he had once made a grave mistake and received a very cruel punishment. The man narrowed his eyes, giving his full attention to a photo that he had deliberately cut out, leaving only the part showing the woman wearing a veil. In appearance, she did indeed resemble someone who would join a radical organisation and attach a su