Yuta Nakamoto 소설 & 이야기

Curiosity piqued, she moved closer, recognizing one of the voices as Nathan’s. “...have to be more careful, Nathan,” a voice with a distinct Japanese accent said. “Kim-sama will not tolerate any mistakes.” Isla’s heart raced. She peered around the corner and saw Nathan deep in conversation with a man she recognized from earlier in the evening. It was Yuta, the personal bodyguard of Kim, the Japanese gang leader. He came to the event with Nakamura. Nathan’s voice was low but urgent. “I understand, Yuta. But the Rinaldis are suspicious. They’re not as easy to deceive as you think.”

The crease on the older woman’s face deepened. “I have been calling out your name, yet your ears remained adamant as though I was a fool.” “I am sorry. It wasn’t intentional.” Ejima curtsied, trying to remain neutral. “Please keep that to yourself. I just want to remind you that I am coming to collect my money first thing tomorrow morning,” “But…” Ejima stammered as she shifted her posture to the other foot. It was hard to divulge if the discomfort was from the weight of the yam or the sudden realization that she was in debt. “My…my husband said he would clear the debt,”

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

“Yamamoto? Is he the owner of the YCC company? One of the most famous companies in the world for cars and gasoline and many others?” Is Yuichi that rich? In the past month, I didn’t think to search for him. “Omg! It’s him, Christine—look!” Rachel showed me her phone where Yuichi’s name was on the search website. I scroll down to scan about Yuichi, but only select what’s on his profile. Only name, age, birthday in his profile and about his few businesses.

Only an old man stood alone at the door, holding a long knife, as if he were asleep. However, his body was akin to a statue, possessing a super baleful aura that caused others to not dare to approach. 'Who is this guy?' Yang Xiao thought, stunned. He had racked his brains, but couldn't think of any clues. "This person is the martial arts teacher of King of Japan. He is the living legend of Japan, the senior brother of Katou Wudo, and the most respected person of King of Japan. He is an existence that is powerful enough to be ranked on the Presidential Mountain in the history of the Japanese martial arts world. He is known as the Guardian God of Japan, Yamamoto." Aunt Lin obviously knew the b

⸻ Kane's office felt like a kingdom above the city. A tower of glass and steel rising over Manhattan, home to Kane Technologies, one of the most powerful software companies in the country. It was where he had built everything from nothing. Where ambition turned into control. His name had appeared on the covers of Forbes, Wired, and Tech Insider. They called him a genius. A man who hacked his way to the top. They only saw the clean version of the story. Not the boy who slept on cold floors. Not the one who fought his way out of nothing, who bled for every piece of what he owned now.

"What kept you? Or should I say who kept you?" Abel smirked but otherwise didn't seem to know anything. Hector wasn't even paying attention. He was too busy talking to Gio's sisters. Noah glanced at Gio, whose expression gave nothing away, but Noah knew there was no way Gio would tell anyone his business. "I just had other plans this year, but I'm here now to make up for it." "Ooh, sounds promising," Rita said, walking up to his bike. "I got a car this year—the Honda out front. Did you see it?"

Takuto Kimura, 10 years and 2 months old, had now entered his seventh year since his reincarnation. The torrential rain relentlessly soaked Tokyo to its core in the dead of night, a cascade of water drenching the city’s neon-lit streets. Beneath the awning of a convenience store, a small figure huddled, drenched, inside a children’s raincoat. Takuto Kimura clutched in his hands the crisp banknotes he had just withdrawn from an ATM—his precious New Year’s money, carefully saved up over the past year. This modest sum would serve as his initial capital to purchase a second-hand computer, one that could connect to the internet and help him embark on the path to his ultimate goal.

“The main goal of this journey is to track down Aegar’s descendants. Finding the ninja is only the first step. Your combat abilities are insufficient at this point, and I need to look after you.” “All right, then.” After Tyr turned down his offer, Ash took care not to comment much about his decision. He took out a business card and handed it to Tyr. “This namecard belongs to a man named Mr. Mutoh. He is a member of the largest yakuza organization in Japan. He serves as the Yamaguchi Gang’s regent as well. Back in Japan, the two of us got along pretty well. Furthermore, he has a say in his organization. He’ll come in handy when you’re looking for Ume Ninja. I’ve contacted him ahead of time, s