Gojo Sensei Novels & Stories

“Because… well… YOU’RE OLD!” Ash dislodged from the end of the cigarette and dispersed into the air as Sensei spoke. “I promise, you’re not going to hurt me. After all, you won’t land a single punch.” ‘Wait, what? I won’t land a punch? This guy’s… What do you mean by “not landing a punch”? Jiji-sensei’s underestimating me!’ A majestic orange hue painted the sky of the Void as Tamashi slowly lifted his fist and clenched it.

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

Only after a short pause did people see their faces but there was still no way of being sure who had the upper hand. The clash continued with few short pauses until the last long pause and everyone knew who was losing the sword clash; it was Chris. His loss was not because of the cuts on his body; Orie's cut were relatively the same. His loss was not shown in his heavy breathing; his opponent was also out of breath. His loss of the sword clash was shown in his next action when a circle appeared beneath him; a summoning circle. SHIN SEKAI SECRET: Kojiro the history teacher has never competed in any of the tournaments. Instead, he works to maintain the barrier between the arena and the spectat

My player got killed several times and Higan was having the time of his life laughing at my failures. "This isn't funny," I complained, turning my head to glare at him. "I'm sorry," he said in between laughs. "It's just too funny." "It's not. I'm doing my best here." "How many times are you going to play it to get the basics?" "I don't know where the problem is. I listened to everything you said so, the problem must be your teaching skills." He grabbed the game controller from my hands. "Your strategy skills suck, Jamie."

My legs don’t give out under me. Akio is on both knees, holding a finger under William’s nose. He quickly looks to Sensei, a little bit of relief in his voice. “Sore wa kare no byōkidesu.” Gojo Sensei nods, his face serious. “What’s going on?” I step forward again. It seems like my legs are too frozen to move at the pace I want them to. “What’s wrong with him?” My voice is rough, panicked. The dagger drops from my hand. “Akio, what the fuck is going on?”

Her white uniform set off her fair skin, making her look even more seductive. “It’s okay. Experts like him must have strong pride. Without pride, one cannot be the strongest. I finally understand why the Refined Blade Dojo can stand firm in Riverbank for so long. It’s because of you, Murao Hokujo. You are the treasure of this dojo,” Aiden said. “Treasure of the dojo? I like the way you put it,” Reiko said with a smile. “Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo.

The shock on my face must be visible because Joseph chuckles beside me. "It's more like a Gokaku-geiko. Well it also has elements of Waza and Kakari-geiko. They break and bend the laws on Kendo in this dojo," he says chuckling softly,"Don't underestimate Atlas Winters, Mr. Fairchild." "I never do, Just Joseph." We laugh and shortly ad Asano finally joins us. "Gentlemen." In unison, we stand and bow. "Sensei." "Sakamoto-Kun, I believe you're going to thoroughly enjoy what you're about to see."

She was a toothless dog, one that can only bark. "My sweet child," Ejima gnashed her teeth as memories sips out of her skin. Bozo was no longer breathing, his eyes were closed and the life in him seemed to have disappeared. "Well, well. That went well," Uche chuckled, "I just won a war before it even started." "Murderer," Ejima yelled. "Oh," Uche lifted his hands in submission, "you know you are next, right?"

One of the prime instigators of her interest had been the man under whose direction she would train tonight - her sensei. After chaining her bike securely to a stand, Karen pushed through the swing doors into the foyer. The centre was, as always, busy. Young, beautiful people wearing colourful leotards, shorts, legwarmers and T-shirts were chatting as they made their way to the various rooms devoted to their particular sport. Karen walked towards the lofty gym, which had been transformed into a training dojo for the evening. She nodded to several students who were already in the changing room, replacing her tracksuit with a white gi, the thick cotton unyielding against her skin, the brown be

Ryu could tell that I wasn’t lying as he had smelt and heard my words and could see that I wasn’t lying. Jimmy didn’t act scared; rather, he acted all nonchalant. He didn’t move a single finger; neither did he fight back or attack Ryu with words. “You reek of Moon Hound blood.” Ryu broke the silence. I staggered back, my eyes narrowed as his claws emerged from his fingers. Unlike the rest, his claws were sharper, stronger, and sword-like. According to the maids during one of their gossip evenings, Ryu had cut down 2 dozen trees with just a wave of his hands. If the rumors were true, then he’d easily cut through Jimmy’s skull. I have to save ….