Hiratsuka Sensei Novels & Stories

The woman nodded, “Tell me, Ejima, does this look like a coincidence?” Ejima swallowed as she stared at the choirs of eyes that were staring back at her. It was almost impossible to think that those little children that could barely make a sound, were now standing on their feet with no support. Who could guess that this day would come? Who could have guessed that dropping those baskets into the water would save lives? “This is the finger of the creator,” Ejima whispered, unable to find words. “It sure is, Ejima, and by the way, my name is Ngozi." The smile broadens, "we've waited so long for this day. We have waited to give you her blessing and her gift.”

Author's POV Satou Hiroshi was a name known throughout the world for his technological prowess, the owner of a giant technology company that had become a benchmark for founders of similar companies. He was still in his early forties, wears glasses, and has a tall, sturdy build that made him admired not only for his quality of life but also for his physical appearance. However, people’s admiration was not directed specifically at his good looks, but rather at his position as the world’s leading technology mentor.

Sunlight filtered in through the shoji paper of the windows. It was a beautiful day outside. Aki could hear birds singing, children laughing. She imagined kites gliding on the breeze. And here she was indoors practicing calligraphy. Seventeen-year-old Aki sighed in boredom. She didn’t even realize it until the sigh had escaped her nostrils. By then it was too late and the calligraphy sensei, an old man who looked like the mythical tortoise Genbu, which had been around since the creation of the world, glared at her from above the thick frame of his rivet spectacles.

Hayashi shook his head again, but this time with a concerned expression. Because he already knew, Kenji lowered his head. But he had hoped that Hayashi would give him some enlightenment. “Did she still believe her parents died in an accident?” Hayashi observed Kenji's response, a nod that grew more subdued as it contradicted the truth. Akiko’s parents didn’t die in an accident. Note : **Sensei: a term of respect used to address someone due to their esteemed position. The title "sensei" is usually given to individuals who pursue professions requiring specialized knowledge, such as members of parliament, doctors, lawyers, artists, musicians, manga creators, critics, and teachers.

Charlie looked at Yahiko nonchalantly, then smiled as he said, “Seems like Mr. Ito has a good understanding of Oskian culture. Just a while ago, you were able to mention the words ‘Prepare for unprecedented events and accumulate strength’, now, you’re able to say the phrase ‘A talented person is free to choose his own boss’... it looks like you know Oskian culture very well indeed!” Yahiko said seriously, “When I was young, I idolized Togo Heihachiro, who had led the Japanese navy to defeat the Russian navy in the Battle of Tsushima. It was said that Togo Heihachiro brought along a waist tag with these words engraved on it—‘To worship Macduff Ybarra for the rest of life’. It was only then th

Introduction to some of the characters seen so far: Takamatsu Henjiro; Isekai's father And also an entity that has powers greater than most gods, his gift in Erath is passive hearing and resistance to fire,while his normal abilities are far too many than can be counted, his personality is not that great since he is the type that act without contemplating much on what might happen or the possible outcome of his actions.

Before she could even stand up straight, Harvey sent her flying with a rough kick and kept her lying on the deck like a dead dog. Sakura was so infuriated, she almost broke a tooth from gritting her teeth so harshly. “You’re only this arrogant because you don’t know who my sensei is, Harvey!” “He’s Akio Yashiro! The legendary Akio Yashiro!” “Are you scared now?” However, Harvey remained emotionless even after hearing the name. He felt nothing. Whether it be the Emperor of Island Nations or Akio Yashiro, they were nobodies undeserving of his attention.

"Behold, how merciful Mr. Royal Judge is to me, poor widow! He did not forget the end of so many important jobs, in such a turbulent time. Yes, yes. Last year, on the eighteenth day of October, my gracious Mr. Kimitake left this world and me, the blue coward - and at the worst possible moment. Well, my dear cousin still has a noble heart! Good souls, thank you very much! Now tell me, noble, is that the only reason you have traveled so far to bring me the tears of your master's grief? Didn’t he tell you anything about other jobs?" "Yes, Your Grace; Mr. Royal Judge sent me for Kamisunagawa and Upper Kuriyama, so that the common economy could be better regulated." "Well, I'm glad that Mr. Kimit

his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth. "Adam talks way too much sometimes," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. "It's okay. Higan is also pretty blunt," I said. "It's called being honest," Higan corrected as he walked into the room and sat next to me. "I walk away for a moment and you are ready to slander me." I tensed when he rested his hand a little too high on my thigh, the balls of his fingers dipped into my inner thigh. I looked at the couple in front of me. They were talking about something and did not pay us any mind so, I relaxed a little.