Master Shifu Novels & Stories

I cleared my throat. “Sir... I mean, master.” “You know, I hate it when you call me that. Cut it and get straight to the point.“ I fixed my tie and gulped a ball of saliva. Talking to a master is not an easy thing to do. There is never an easy subject, not even the easiest one. This man is hard to approach, especially with matters like this. “So you remember Mishka, right?” He sat straight and looked at me and nodded, signaling me to go on. “So... I like her and I wanted to know if you were against it.” There was so much silence in the office that one could hear the drop of a pin.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ever underestimate the enemy. I’m going to do my best this time to kill the boy!” Sir Osborn expressed his astonishment, saying, “Did you make a breakthrough in your training, Master Chene?” Master Chene said nonchalantly, “That’s right. I’m considered a Smasher to a certain extent now, only lacking progress energy-wise. “However, my training is in cursing techniques, so the progress of my mind expansion is prioritized more.”

Cash, who was there to watch a good show. Mr. Cash said with a smile, “The old master has seen everything. Sean, you’re still too young. If you don’t know how to train that woman, you should leave her with the old master…” Sean’s expression changed slightly. Before he could speak, the old master yelled at Mr. Cash. “Shut the hell up!” Mr. Cash’s expression changed, and he stood up immediately. “Old Master, I…” He did not expect the old master to react so strongly to his remarks.

In the Tarot, the Hierophant is sometimes known as the High Priest or the Pope and generally appears in the form of a teacher or mentor. He's always knowledgeable and wise but he can run the risk of being too hidebound and dogmatic. He can be the beloved mentor who is always there with the perfect bit of advice or that nasty teacher who still tries to teach that the earth is flat. He is calm, rational and ethical but he can also lack balance and be stubborn to the point of disaster, especially if his beliefs are called into question.

“Have you met this supreme powerhouse standing next to me? This is Felix Shapiro, and he’s a third-tier master fighter. His moniker is ‘Flying Thunder’. With Mr. Shapiro’s help, I’ve already made a breakthrough in my training, so I’ll be able to torture you like I’m gutting a dog.” Syrus took two steps forward and made a throat-slitting gesture while he told Luke with a sneer, “Moron Jones, your good day is upon you. Today is going to be your death day!”

She looked up at the culprit in confusion only to find her Master standing there with a jug in his hand and a mocking smirk plastered on his lips. He was dressed up in gym attire. Rafael had a habit of waking up sharp at 5 am and using the gym till 6 am. He was supposed to have his bath at 6:15 am and to arrange the bath and his clothes were Rose’s duty now but she was nowhere to be seen.

Again the room erupted, but this time with disapproval. "Do not be dismayed," he instructed them and again gained their attention, "his highness has also granted me for my personal protection and the protection of my bride," here he smiled down at Sylvia, "my full regiment if they are of the disposition, and Captain Emmett has requested to join forces with us. All of you know that the assassin known as Retribution has long pursued me. This pursuit continues still. What you do not know is that I have hired Revenge, her mentor, to train any of us that are willing as well as Sylvia and Mora if they will agree to it to fend off this deadly enemy."

(-My Flower) "What do you want me to do Master." She questioned emotionlessly making him chuckle. "Say 'Xavier I am so fucking happy for you. Your dick face finally got some worthy in your life. Be happy asshole' Go ahead." Rafael said sarcastically. He was sure she wouldn't disrespect Xavier but well only if he knew. "Xavier I am so fucking happy for you. Your dick face finally got some worthy in your life. Be happy asshole. That's what Master asked me to tell you." Rose said loudly to Xavier while keeping a poker face.

Becoming the Master of the Bright Light Academy seemed like a daunting task, and I couldn't fathom why the system had chosen such a quest for me. Seeking clarity, I turned to Albert for insight. "Albert, who currently serves as the master of the Bright Light Academy?" I inquired. Albert's response was sobering. "Master Bowan holds that title. He's at the Early Master stage of Cultivation, but his methods are notorious for their cruelty. He's known to resort to torture if his students fail to meet his demands."

The Master was a Rank 2 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm Gene Fighters, which was an absolute truth! "Haha." Instead of getting angry, Master laughed. "Junior, do you mean that you are stronger than me?" All the disciples of the Spirit Organization present looked at Lucas, waiting for Lucas' answer. "I am not much stronger than you." Lucas looked at Master of the Spirit Organization, adding, "But it can kill you in seconds."