Naruto Sensei Novels & Stories

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

He wrote the subject *maths* before turning back to introduce himself to the general student. "My name is konohamaru, I am starting today. I'll be your new teacher"; he uttered boldly in front of the class. Expecting to hear a rejoinder from the staring eyes but nothing came. It made him sigh in disbelief, teenagers are rather unpredictable, he thought, before telling them to introduce themselves one after the other.

Even though he could not see him, he was sure beyond facts that he (the grand sensei) was seeing him. "You are welcome aspiring ranger" he responded. "I most happy also to hear from your witness just now that you are still the you that I have known you to be, the you that you are..." At this point, Florate began to think that his hearing was no longer clear or was it his head that was not comprehending what he heard very well. 'A witness?' he wore a very puzzled look on his face but the grand sensei didn't seem to notice as he continued what he was saying.

Don't hate when you should love…” That was the last I heard of Father before he disappeared back into oblivion. I couldn't understand this man anymore. What the hell is he on about? I’m officially tired of this place and I need someone to get out as soon as possible or I don't know how crazy I'll get… The next person who appeared to me, sitting right in front of me was Sensei Muda. I bowed to him in respect and asked what he had come to do here. He said “Can I come to check on my student?” he asked. “Welcome Sensei, but I didn't expect to see you here. There is nothing here to offer you, Im just here alone.” I complain.

Vinorca Jona POV Everyone stood up in class, me and Amanda included. “Good morning, sir.” “Settle down, please.” Chairs scraped and murmurs faded as everyone sat. The teacher’s broad back filled the front of the room, shoulders squared, his hand moving across the board in clean, confident strokes. “I’m your new teacher, Masen Kato.” The sound of his name hit me like a jolt. Masen? My pulse stuttered. Is he the same man who helped me yesterday?