Bushy Brows Sensei Novels & Stories

Along with the pair of glasses over his eyes, the eyes bored looking back at him taken back by the act of Koishi. “I’m sorry Sensei it’s just-” before he could get up from his chair “Oh, no no it’s okay I was the one who came up behind you all of the sudden” the sensei smiles looking at Koishi picking up the pencil. Handing it back at Koishi who smiles at him bowing at him. “Thank you, Sensei” with Sensei just smiling giving one pat over his head as he walks away the same as the one who was sitting beside Koishi in the class stares at him. Hearing the small whispers of the other students.

The grounds of the Martial Arts School was quite impressively large. What was even peculiar about it was their usage of spirit essence. The black-and-white robed students of the school did not walk about with their cultivation reined in like most people did, so I could easily identify the cultivation realm of a few. “Let's hurry, I heard that Senior Bai and Senior Sun are having a duel!” “Senior B-bai? Which Senior Bai?” “Which other senior has ‘Bai’ as surname, idiot! Of course it's Bai Xun!”

Jenson retorted, “That’s because your skills aren’t sufficient. Once you’ve reached a certain stage of martial arts skills, everything is a weapon.” Elder Master Rod smiled and said, “You sure know how to bite off more than you can chew, you brat. Come on, show me what you got.” Afterward, Elder Master Rod suddenly pulled out a slender bamboo. His palm was akin to blades, and as soon as he swiped through the pole, all the small branches and leaves fell to the ground, leaving only a single bare bamboo rod. Jenson was stunned and secretly surprised. This man’s hands were so rough. It seemed that he had been practicing martial arts for a very long time.

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.

He comments as he collects the daggers from him. Akio shrugs, his long shiny hair shifting with the motion. “That’s what makes me so hard to catch.” He grins and for a moment it’s almost like he’s a younger version of Gojo Sensei but with better hair, better genes, and a shittier sense of style. As Sensei dismisses him, he winks at me and gives William a thumbs-up. Leave it to Akio to support opposing sides at the same time.

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.”

I said and walked past him, not giving him a chance to talk back. I chuckled to myself as I climbed onto the concrete platform. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn't bother to look. This was more fun than I thought. He finally stepped onto a platform; his expression was impassive now. I liked flustered Gerald better than impassive Gerald. "So, what's my first lesson today, Sensei?" I asked in an exaggerated cute voice. I was cringing at my own act, but I had to stay focused. The whole point of this was to prove a point.

The Spirit Master surnamed Tai erupted with violent might as his already muscular body stretched. Grey fur covered his back and his palms turned coarse and wide. His short hair seemed to grow from the sides of his cheeks as he started beating his chest. The Spirit Master surnamed Bai gave a surprising chirp. His physique didn't change much aside from the light blue feathers growing out of his arms sneaking out through his sleeves. He even held a pair of sharp daggers in his hand.

This can’t be happening! “Don’t get it twisted, Witch!” The name is new, but the trademark snarl that goes with the slogan is a unique identifier, even if I can’t see him. Much like thunder, the roar of Hirosai Kurosai is utterly unmistakable. All the angst I was hoping to work off coalesces once more into that state of wild panic. A bunny caught in the wolf’s jaws. Rather than a mouse subject to the entertainment whims of the ket, there is no real question—it’s for kill rather than sport.