Yujiro Hanma Novels & Stories

Hiro “Already told you I don’t fix shite,” Sai snaps against Ayame’s pain. Her vulnerability. “You want a shoulder to cry on, call Farm Boy. Breaking things is my only point and purpose,” Sai slams back into the chair, shoving the bread pudding in his mouth before the leash he’s keeping on himself snaps.

Damian steps in front of me, blocking me from the creepy guy's view. “What do you want and who are you?” Damian yells. “Oh pardon me. My name is Fujin, Master of the Yashida Clan. The order of wind and air.” He bows. “And I believe you are wanted by Lord Raiden, Mr. Morningstar.” He smiles darkly. Yashida? Where have I heard of that name before? “I ain’t going anywhere unless you need me for something.” Damian says. “Please Mr. Morningstar, don’t make this more difficult than it has to.”

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.

Akira: Hanzo Clone, Toru Wind, Kasumi Fire. Hanzo: Shadow clone. Toru: Turbulence. Kasumi: Don’t tell me what i must do. Fire Ball. Akira: Don’t complain. Earth Bind CRASHH ROAAARRRR Kasumi: Tch, it isn’t effective, HANA!!! Hana: LIghtning. DUARRR.. ROAARRRR The Goblin King in front of us gave another angry roar and trying to attack ius indiscrimately. Akira: Earth Prison.

Austin stared at the man who still had his black sunglasses on, "Who are you and why are you telling me all of this and how can I know you are not giving me false information and lying to my goddamn face, old man," "Kazuno Daiki," The old man introduced himself. He took off his sunglasses and Austin noticed he was wearing a left eye patch, "The leader of Kazuno Clan, my older brother dug out my left eye with his own hand. He was afraid of the growing power I had and I was thrown into a foreign land," Austin winced and looked away, "What do you want from me? You can't be telling me this for no reason," "Revenge," Daiki stated. Austin turned his head back to him and waited for an explanation,

“Forget it. He is nothing more than a cripple now. It’s not worth putting so much effort into him. If he had some real ability, Nanako wouldn’t be so badly injured!” Hiroshi quickly stated, “Actually, we can’t blame Yamamoto-san for this matter. It’s mainly because Nanako-san’s opponent’s coach was simply too powerful…” “Powerful?” Yahiko snorted and said contemptuously, “Tanaka, you may have some kind of misunderstanding about the word powerful. Let me tell you, the truly powerful skill is not karate or any of those martial arts, but it’s Japanese Ninjutsu and Onmyoji. Those are the real extraordinary powers. Yamamoto’s karate is just some lame and unpractical skills of the ordinary people!

In the rear, Jiro Akano, who thrived on chaos, yelled, “Big Brother, hack this swine from the great Country H, and let him know that we, Islanders, are the noblest race in the world.” Ryo Akano nodded slightly. He then squinted and said, “Mixed Martial Arts Champion from the great Country H? I like this title. “To be honest, in the great Country H, apart from the legendary Chief Instructor who was intimidating, I don’t really care about anyone else, I…” Just when Ryo Akano was talking halfway, he was suddenly taken aback for a while, and looked toward the direction of the deck with a look of disbelief. He saw Harvey York, who was calmly standing in the middle.

"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.

Smirking at the gun’s sight as it was aimed at the man’s head. “They are going to end the two of you before you could even reach them” the man said confidently. Leonardo brought in two men, both slaughtered, as he threw them on the floor in front of the man. Anastasia cleaned her blade using the man’s shirt, and getting down on her knee, she put her hand on the man’s mouth, muffling his cry of pain as she ran the gun over his chest, cutting it, heading down his groin, making his eyes widen.

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.