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Karis said as he patted Adrian’s back. Kaelithar stood far behind, unlike Karis, who didn’t have a problem getting closer to him. Kaelithar felt like he’d die instantly if he mistakenly said the wrong word or used a high tone to speak to him by mistake. Tch. I’d better not get on his hit list, Kaelithar thought. Karis understood Adrian better and could tell all that he’s feeling. Because of his heightened senses, he’s able to see small details that are almost not there and multiply their meaning—or even give them meaning they don’t necessarily have.

"I heard what you said but... why, did you say it?" "I am not only your science teacher Atlas. I'm also your tutor so I've got double the responsibility when it comes to you." He stands and places his hand on my head while bending down to my eye level. This man is seriously annoying. "So, do we have a deal?" I mean it's not like you'll allow me to say no you sly bastard. "Sure, but Sensei," I swat his hand off my head, "please don't patronize me. I despise being treated like a child more than anything."

She said sensibly hoping Rain would find the sense in what she said but she just sighed. "Our main course for today is learning how to master your emotions" the sensei's voice ended their silent discussion and they focused to listen to what he had to say. He seemed a bit different now to Lilith, Rain and Lyra. He was usually very friendly and never this serious with them. They would not say they were satisfied with his former self but at least they were used to him being that way but now, he was all serious and strict. Maybe it's because they were now in level two and needed a stronger hand?' who knows?

“And now, the people we’re dealing with have ties to the underworld...” “You want to learn how to fight,” she said, lips curving in a knowing smile. I nodded. “I asked Theron to teach me, and he agreed, but it’s not exactly feasible anymore not when every move he makes is being tracked.” I smiled weakly. “Do you know someone who could” “Of course I do.” She waved a hand like it was no big deal. “I can put you in touch with my sensei.” I blinked. “Your sensei?”

He could feel a strange energy emanating from it, like a gentle hum in the air. Kaida instructed him to place his hands on the pedestal and focus on the moon's energy. Tristan did as he was told, feeling a sudden surge of power course through his veins. His senses expanded, and he could feel the forest around him in a way he never had before. He could sense the trees' roots digging deep into the earth, the creatures scurrying through the underbrush, and the moon's gentle pull on the tides.

He was draped in an all black robe with a slender sword strapped to his waist. The man had no idea that Mane could feel everything around him down to the minutest detail. While wielders had a certain grasp over their surroundings, allowing them to feel the auras around them to a certain degree, Scholars were a different breed. A Scholar King could feel life of even the leaves that withered upon the ground. He could sense the burning of every grain of sand and the life of every microorganism. While gods could pick up auras of things they were familiar with, they couldn't come close to Scholars when comparing sensitivity. And this was why a Scholar could pinpoint the location of a god's Godhea

And now I’m the one feeling his stare burning into the side of my face. “Today we’re going to try something exciting.” Sensei says, folding his hands and sporting one of his mischievous grins that either means he’s gonna make us beat the shit out of each other, or he’s gonna beat the shit out of us himself. His sharp gaze scans through us like laser beams. “Think of it as a step further; a test of if you’re really ready to face danger; to face an enemy equal to you in combat, tactics and strength.”

Before him stood an elder of the Hagios Sect. The elder was in charge of the Hagios Sect’s intelligence. “I found some.” The elder said, “His real name is Forty-nine. Each of his words and actions contain Karma Power. Although the Karma Power is weak, it can be sensed. He doesn’t belong to this era. He comes from an unknown era.

Who ѕауѕ the ѕhоrt сurvу gіrl саn’t kісk ѕоmе ass when іt соmеѕ down to it? I wіѕh I соuld phone uр mу Sensei now and tеll hіm. It’ѕ not only іmроѕѕіblе, it wоuld be соnѕіdеrеd thе орроѕіtе оf humіlіtу. His rеѕроnѕе would be ѕіlеnсе, and hе’d аѕk mе whеn I’m соmіng back fоr more training.

Sensei began, his voice carrying the wisdom of his years, “I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s good to finally meet you.” Rajeev stood, feeling a mix of respect and nervousness. “It’s good to meet you too, Sensei. I’ve heard a lot about you from my mother.” Sensei’s eyes twinkled with warmth. “Your mother has spoken highly of you as well. I see the strength and kindness she described.”