Kickin It Dojo Novels & Stories

' --------------- "GORDAN CHEN!!! GET OUT HERE!!!" *Bang! Bang! Bang!* A furious Jackson Connors and his girlfriend Kitana were banging on the doors of Gordan's old dojo, flanked by Karen Edgar and Aliyah Nasser. "Kitana, call Gordan. I'm sure he will pick up your call if he cares at all about his dojo." said Karen. "You know what, Kitana? We'll take a picture of you standing in front of his dojo and send it to him." added Aliyah.

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."

… Refined Blade Dojo was located along the street filled with gyms and dojos. Inside one of the training rooms, shouts could be heard. “Aaaargh!” Agonizing groans sounded one after another. Disciples of the Refined Blade Clan, in full kendo equipment that only revealed the eyes and covered the entire body, were sent hurtling three meters away and could not get up. In the center was a young man in black karate uniform and a bamboo sword. Clap. Clap. Clap. Slow claps came from the entrance. Aiden, in white karate uniform, appeared at the entrance with a smile. He said, “Speed reigns supreme in martial arts. As expected of the Refined Blade Slash.

King likes to kiss and run, in that order. With a whoosh of air, I avoid King's fist and run to the far side of the room, placing one foot at hip level against the wall and flipping my body back and over away from King's next kick. We're inside an abandoned dojo that King had cleaned out. It gives us a place to train privately in beast form. King's been a patient teacher and now that he knows all the moves Boot taught me, he's impossible to beat. That doesn't keep me from trying. Our other problem is the Federation.

King likes to kiss and run, in that order. With a whoosh of air, I avoid King's fist and run to the far side of the room, placing one foot at hip level against the wall and flipping my body back and over away from King's next kick. We're inside an abandoned dojo that King had cleaned out. It gives us a place to train privately in beast form. King's been a patient teacher and now that he knows all the moves Boot taught me, he's impossible to beat. That doesn't keep me from trying. Our other problem is the Federation.

Jodan said grinning crazily when he say 'business' he meant 'beating Tyson. His lackeys didn't mean to waste time they pounced on him once but this time they were in for surprise because today Tyson fought back!!he didn't cower the punch he had received from one of the lackeys he sent it right back but his was more powerful that it sent that boy flying then falling on the floor he didn't wait for them to come back from their surprised expression he kicked the second lackey then punched the last lackey in just fifteen seconds he had already won the fight and his explosive power was by no means weak it was strong the three lackeys hit were lying there groaning in pain with no signs of getting

~Punch’s Point of View~ “Talk you piece of shit,” I yell as I kick a worthless loser in the gut. We’d held a sting of sorts, Dozer didn’t like it exactly but he told me to “straighten shit out,” so I had a loose interpretation of that. I was gonna do what I wanted regardless, he probably figured as much.

he observed, as if this were a clinical session rather than coerced massage therapy. "Gee, wonder why," I muttered, sinking deeper into the couch. Some cooking competition played unwatched on TV while Jack, across the room, feigned intense interest in his phone. Phoenix's voice dropped. "You could train with us, you know. Our gym's ten minutes from here." My spine stiffened. "I have a dojo." "Which you haven't visited in weeks." His fingers stilled. "New place, new people—I get it. But you'll snap if you don't hit something soon."