Koro Sensei Novels & Stories

he was interrupted by Tina, who still had her eyes on her phone. “That will be a Sensei and Karategi,” she corrected, without sparing him a glance. “Say what now?” Eddy asked with a confused frown. Tina sighed and looked up. “A karate instructor is called a Sensei and a Karategi is what they wear.” Her eyes went back to her phone. “Kids these days ain’t got no respect. Are you trying to I’m lying?” He asked her, his focus momentarily being stolen by Tiny, who just grinned at him, before her face fell into a bored look.

The students were already gathering, voices low, eyes bright with excitement or dread. And standing at the center of it all was our instructor for the day. He looked like he’d been carved from old wood. His hair was silver, cropped close to his skull, his face weathered, one eye milky white with blindness. The other? Sharp as a dagger. He surveyed us, his arms crossed over his chest, and the yard went silent. “Name’s Corbin,” he growled, voice like gravel. “I don’t care who your family is. I don’t care what you think you know. Out here? Blood, sweat, and instinct decide who lives.”

she held out her hand. I shook it. "Cora Kinsley. Nice to meet you, Julie." "She knows my name!" Julie jumped in delight. Is she that much excited to see me? Next thing I know, she's pulling me towards a slight man with long, dark hair bound together in a ponytail and a firm set face. "Cora, meet my sensei.." "Instructor Mike," I bowed respectfully. "Cora. You're a sight for sore eyes. I see you've grown up well," Instructor Mike greeted with a small smile.

Kora hated the ladies who had their eyes glued to Ras. "Why are they staring so much? He's not hot, and this is so weird. They shouldn't admire someone who belongs to another," Kora said to herself, wearing a sad look on her face. "Why are you so pissed that he's the teacher? Seems like you know him well," Kate chuckled softly, seated close to Kora. "I don't know a killer. I don't know him; he's just so arrogant and isn't fit to be a teacher. He's distracting the ladies, and that's not how teaching is done."

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 palms were slick because of how nervous she was. “Pairs!” one of the instructors barked. “Show us what you’ve got.” A tall female warrior stepped forward, smirking. “I will take the rogue,” he said, in a mocking tone and the others chuckled. Korra stepped into the ring, keeping her head down, her posture loose. Karen rolled her shoulders, clearly expecting her to crumble fast. “Ready?” the instructor called.

She pushed open a heavy oak door that led to the eastern training terrace, expecting to find the frost-roses she had heard about. Instead, she found a wall of heat. Korven was alone, his back to the door as he went through a series of slow, meditative forms with a pair of short blades. He was shirtless despite the morning chill, his muscles rippling with a fluid, practiced ease. Every movement was a study in controlled power. Liora froze. It wasn't a romantic realization. It was a physical assault.

Spirit Organization Master Cory sneered. ... The Second Elder said to Cory, the master of the Spirit Organization, "So what if there are a lot of people? Master, you can behead the head of the Raging Dragon Martial Arts Hall in a flash." When the Spirit Organization's master, Cory, heard this, a trace of pride appeared on his silver basin-like face. After a while, on the central arena, Cory, the master of the Spirit Organization, glanced at everyone and shouted, "Where is Lucas, the head of Raging Dragon Martial Arts Hall?"

Resentment, being a little understatement for how he actually felt. "Happy birthday, Sir." K greeted Joel, flashing him her warmest, prettiest smile. She decided to finally open her mouth and say something to make her presence acknowledged. "Why, thank you, sweetheart." Joel's sweet reply. He took a better look at her, and his pupils widened. He was studying her face. She kind of seemed... familiar. He then fixed his stare to Jesse, afraid that he might look a little too creepy with the way he stared at K. "Son, aren't you going to introduce us?" He gestured to K, standing beside his son. "Please excuse my son's manner, sweetie. He refused to attend ethics and etiquette classes in prep schoo

Jai thought if Darrion could be ‘that’ lenient when he met the Prime Minister, who was said to be the most influential figure in the kingdom in the past decade, then the blonde should surely be more at ease when meeting anyone else of the same position. But apparently, he was wrong, and that man might be from a higher entitled list that he might have to take note for. But just to be sure, he decided to keep his confusion face so Darrion would explain it to him rather than him asking the blonde about it. “You see that man with long white beard and white hair? That is Sora. He is a Great Master Teacher who teaches elements in Aeronvein Kingdom. He teaches on both Gale and Hori Academy, but als