Gohan Scholar Novels & Stories

The professor’s voice cracked as sweat trickled down his temple. “The Rains,” Gillow continued, stepping closer with an ominous calm, “became 80% shareholders of the school’s board over the decades. And I…” He allowed himself a faint, chilling smile. “I am the founder of the prestigious Homeland Scholarship Scheme. The very one you claimed you could deny a deserving student you’re supposed to be guiding.” The professor’s mouth opened and closed, words failing him. Arda, who had been anxiously watching, was just as stunned. She stared at Gillow, her mind racing to process this revelation.

"No matter how much society develops, humans are still humans, and the more society develops, the more the energy of human beings is dispersed. Therefore, the more society develops, the more it can bring out the deepest philosophy of the ancients. That is why the followers of the three major religions have always looked at the scriptures of over two thousand years ago as a beacon on the path of life. Countless people have repeatedly studied the scriptures and works of more than two thousand years ago just to get more inspiration from them." Nanako pursed her lips, looked at her toes, and then looked at Master Jeevika. After a moment of silence, she awkwardly raised her thumb and muttered, "S

We finally reached the prime bottom of the tower and I could glimpse of the trainees beneath. "How I wish to behold you every morning, it made sense how you tend to make me smile. I assume that I would definitely have a happy life with you." I almost choked in my own saliva upon hearing his thoughts, I could not imagine how awkward he could be. "Do not wish for it, Gohan… the opposite thing would happen, I am not as sweet and funny as you think I am." He shrugged his shoulders before he could even sit on his restricted seat and behold the entire field, he watched the learners as they hastened to practice their skills. How I miss holding my beloved bow.

For not only had he broken into the Earth Realm, he was now a Low-Level Scholar! The path of Scholars had seven grades: Trainee Scholar; Beginner Scholar; Low- Level Scholar; Mid- Level Scholar; High Level Scholar; Scholar King/Queen; Scholar Emperor/Empress. Mane had skipped the Trainee Scholar level by answering one of the Seven Great Mysteries when he had met Ananse and become a Beginner Scholar. But he had been stuck in the early stages of the Beginner Scholar Level – until now. To grow as a Scholar, one had to answer questions. That couldn’t be changed. But one had to be certain about their answers. Mane had figured a lot of things out in this world, but he wasn’t certain about any of t

James narrowed his eyes slightly, conjuring an energy ball in his hand and embedding a soul sigil before handing it to Goyo. Goyo asked skeptically, “What is this for?” James instructed, “I need you to make a trip. Deliver this to Taichu. She’ll understand as soon as she sees it.” Goyo twitched his cheek, visibly speechless, then sighed lightly and turned to leave. “He looks rather unwilling,” James muttered as he watched Goyo leave. Smack! Thea slapped James on the shoulder. “That’s Lord Goyo, the leader of the Five Path Emperors, and the strongest in the Greater Realms. Would you willingly run errands if you were him?”

If this really has a meaning. My fingers slid at his legs, covered with black pants and gold glitter, the dressing code of the male scholars. I raised his leg above his heart level, pouting trying to hide how heavy these were. By now, his blood circulates from his legs to his brain. That one book from the library really helped. As the wind blows, I can see his eyes blink. It worked. I put down his legs to the ground. He gets up, and the first person he saw was no other than me. We both heard a scream, and then just by the time I turned my head…

I don't swing that way. Higan entered the living room with a book and some pencils. He regained his spot next to me, though on the floor, and opened the book that he had brought. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Studying." "What? You don't have to." "I thought that you wanted me to study a few minutes ago." "I was just surprised. I didn't mean that you should put aside your leisure for my sake." "It's alright. I have a quiz on Monday anyway so there's no harm in getting some work done today."

Jordan said sarcastically. "Were you born a dick or did you study to become one, asshole?" Zach asked, glaring at him. "Mr. Gary, please," Judge Crenshaw said. "Along with my martial arts studies, I also learned the Chinese, or Japanese, depending upon who you ask, game of Go. It is a board game of strategy. I hold a Go Master ranking," Zach replied. "He really is a dick," Krista muttered, though loud enough for everyone to hear. "Please continue, Mr. Gary," Mr. Smithers said, smiling at the look on Brad Jordan's face at being spoken to like that by Krista.

The day exam scores came out, the entire school was buzzing. "Caspian's the national top scorer!" The students around me groaned in frustration. Everyone here had IQs over 140, true prodigies. But like me, we all came from poor families. From first grade, we'd been handpicked for sponsorship.

Kolan's POV Without setting my eyes on that soul that escaped, I had started to get that eerie feeling just by the talk of her and Gopeh. Gopeh needed power to do good but the way she searched for it, drew black powers to her instead of letting her dreams die. Like we later knew, Gopeh was supposed to be the first holder of a grimoire as she got the dreams directly from goddess Dowan. But when things began to go out of gand, ad get soul slowly turned dark, all hands were washed off her and she met her demise later.