Ninjago Sensei Wu Novels & Stories

"I'm Mags, Smoke-if you're feeling frisky. I'm trained in close quarters combat, Krav Maga, Aikido, master ranked with pistols and long-range weapons. Decent in a knife fight. I've been in clandestine and personal protection operations for the last five years." I blinked. Dang. Girl was trained. I'd known she was competent and very good at her job. I hadn't known she was almost over-qualified for it. She pointed at Nik. Nik smiled. "I'm Nikanya Pelaez. Grasshopper, if we're on comms. I'm a second degree black belt in BJJ, the Goddess of Technology, and Queen Kickass." She pointed at Willow.

“Teacher, What you said [The most powerful weapon that will change the world is not the supreme Spirit arts or any supreme Combat arts, But education] Isn’t this exaggerated? or is it because you don’t have spirits root, so you despise any form of spirit and combat arts?” Some of the students that's not convinced of this fact laugh loudly like they want to humiliate the teacher on a wheelchair. The teacher on a wheelchair look at the youth with a carefree smile. He is Zhu Wushang in 16 years of age. He's looking more mature because of his demeanor, and with a very handsome and charming but manly face with a frail look make him more like of a highborn and respectable scholar.

“It doesn’t matter how we learn the slayer arts. I myself didn’t join Senten and learned both the mystic and martial arts from private tutors.” “That’s different because you’re a princess,” Sasha said. “I’m sure the Emperor handpicked the most powerful Slayers of the jōnin class to teach you.” “Koumori-shishou is the greatest Slayer I’ve ever met,” Temujin finally answered in a calm voice. Among Slayers, it was common to let a personal insult pass but criticizing another person’s sensei or teacher was a grave offense. “If there’s anyone who can stand against a den of Nagas, it’s him.”

She looked almost frightening, like she was prepared to fight and murder people. "She is a sensei. She is a master of Jiu-Jitsu," he explained. I raised my eyebrow at him. "She’s worked with the mafia for years," he said. "It’s a specific training to help you learn self-control and how to defend yourself." I smiled at her and pulled Jaxon aside, away from her. "You got me a sensei? I know how to fight. I’ve trained with your men. I’ve been in many dangerous situations where I had to defend myself," I argued.

“SO I’M GONNA COME AT YOU WTH EVERYTHING I’VE GOT. DON’T TELL ME I WON’T LAND A PUNCH, JIJI-SENSEI!” Sensei removed the used-up cigarette butt from his mouth in order to replace it with a new one. He flashed a toothy smirk as he lit the fresh replacement. “Whenever you’re ready, Tamashi.” Tamashi bent his knees and slightly lowered himself. “YOU ASKED FOR IT!” Using the power of his feet, Tamashi launched himself towards Sensei, rearing back his right fist. As Tamashi floated through the air as if in a slow-motion shot, He maintained eye contact with Sensei. Intensity swirled in the air as Sensei matched Tamashi’s determined stare with a look of confidence and strength.

“Yuta. And this is?” “Good day, grandfather.” Yuta greeted. “This is Jai Waetford-san, he’s tutoring Ruta.” Jai inclined his head to show respect. “Good day.” The elder’s gaze seemed to be calculating. “What does he excel at?” “He’s good at self-defence arts and he is a thunder elemer.” Yuta said. The elder hummed. “Are you a teacher?” Jai shook his head. “I am not a teacher. But I don’t mind sharing my knowledge.”

No one knew what he was trying to do, as he patiently introduced everyone around him with a kindly face. The middle-aged Martial Sage, Luo Guantian, was from the God-slaying Sect. There was also a sickly-looking old man whose face was as swarthy as pot soot. He was Wei Wubing, the Highest Elder of the Wuji Sect on the Divine Central Continent, and a Sage Realm master.

“Forget it. He is nothing more than a cripple now. It’s not worth putting so much effort into him. If he had some real ability, Nanako wouldn’t be so badly injured!” Hiroshi quickly stated, “Actually, we can’t blame Yamamoto-san for this matter. It’s mainly because Nanako-san’s opponent’s coach was simply too powerful…” “Powerful?” Yahiko snorted and said contemptuously, “Tanaka, you may have some kind of misunderstanding about the word powerful. Let me tell you, the truly powerful skill is not karate or any of those martial arts, but it’s Japanese Ninjutsu and Onmyoji. Those are the real extraordinary powers. Yamamoto’s karate is just some lame and unpractical skills of the ordinary people!

" Hikaru swallowed hard, not liking the sneer on Wángzǐ’s face or the glint in his dark eyes. Smoothing a sweaty hand down his shirt, Hikaru stumbled the two steps with his wand in hand. Yatagarasu Wángzǐ looked elegant and lethal, a slender figure in black at the other end of the gleaming length of wood. Hikaru may have been responsible for getting rid of Voldemort, but he knew that the man before him was a truly formidable and powerful wizard. Hikaru's heart beat faster as he tried to mentally prepare himself, no doubt the physical reaction was just in anticipation, he reasoned. "Mr. Liang." Wángzǐ bowed at the waist and Hikaru followed suit, trying to remember the rules they had been taug

she asked as I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her close to me. “I needed to see you my little wolf. I missed you and didn’t want to wait for another hour.” I smiled down at her. She was so beautiful; a part of me almost wished she was deformed in some way just so no one else would look at her. She was for my eyes only. “King” Hunji acknowledged me. “Hunji, how are the warriors looking at weapons training?” I asked him. “Good, I think we will have a solid line to take on the Crawlers when the time comes.” He nodded as he spoke with a slight accent. Such a reserved man, one day I would like to know his story.