40k Sensei Novels & Stories

“Why not? You already know one Stork technique, don’t you? Speaking of which, you still haven’t told me who your sensei was who taught you everything you know.” “I didn’t think you knew him as he doesn’t really call attention to himself. He’s more the silent-I’ll-whack-you-on-the-head-if-you-can’t-do-it-right type.” “Oh, I’ve known many senseis like that, believe me.” “All right, let’s see… He’s a wandering monk, like I already told you, and… he’s very mysterious. People simply called him Koumori-san (Mr. Bat) on account of his being blind.” “He’s blind?!”

No smile of recognition crossed his impassive features. ‘Good evening, sensei,’ she replied, equally formal, though her nipples tensed under her fighting suit. His fiercely masculine yet sensual good looks instilled in her a feeling of tranquillity on one hand and awoke her slumbering sexual passion on the other. His body was perfection. Now, like her, he wore a white gi, though his was girded by a black belt, as he was a third dan in the art, but she knew what he looked like naked. Besides being her master in karate, he lectured on oriental history and art. Karen had proved his most promising student. The opportunities for lovemaking had been legion.

Now free of those gazes, Asura went back to harvesting ores on its own. Kirou continued, "In any case, the important skills that you need from those creatures are for earth attribute monsters and for metal attribute monsters. With those skills, they'll be able to sense the location of an item to you within a limited range. allows you to notice the presence of any metal, be it processed or not within a set radius of the being while allows you to sense everything within the earth within your surroundings within a set range, according to Asura's skill description." After Kirou said this, he went over to one of the crystal veins and sta

A ripple ran through the audience; even the children stilled. “Today,” he continued, “we open those doors. Today we say to every child who has ever been called cursed, to every parent who has feared their own bloodline, you are not broken. You are powerful. And here, within these walls, you will learn not to hide that power but to shape it, to master it, to understand it.” He gestured toward the line of teachers behind him... beings who did not belong to one world or another: an old witch with silver eyes, a seer, a beast-shifter elder whose gaze burned like flame, an ancient god.

he was interrupted by Tina, who still had her eyes on her phone. “That will be a Sensei and Karategi,” she corrected, without sparing him a glance. “Say what now?” Eddy asked with a confused frown. Tina sighed and looked up. “A karate instructor is called a Sensei and a Karategi is what they wear.” Her eyes went back to her phone. “Kids these days ain’t got no respect. Are you trying to I’m lying?” He asked her, his focus momentarily being stolen by Tiny, who just grinned at him, before her face fell into a bored look.