Sensei Splinter Novels & Stories

With his mind feeding off the distraction the Absolute Queen had fed him, Seth found it hard to focus on the immediate threat before him. The furiously attacking Ray suddenly took a huge step back, and his avatar stepped back with him. He pulled back his forearm and gathered power into it, with his avatar mirroring his actions. For the avatar threw its arm – the arm wielding the fire pitchfork – back with the same kind of eagerness Ray was displaying. With a defiant roar Ray threw out his favorite technique and showed why he was called one of the youngest genius gods alive. For he had modeled Splintering Fist so it could be used with a weapon!

She pushed away from her desk and walked between the rows of seats. “Consider the wormpiller and the flutterfly. The wormpiller is beautiful in its own right, but it must be broken down, reduced to goo, at the precise moment.” A shiver ran up Gilly’s spine. “Only then can a wormpiller become a full-fledged flutterfly. That is why we train in the sparring rooms, practice manifestations in the gardens, and take so many classes over the years: to learn how to endure that pain.” Mother paused, eyes lifted as if weighing her next words.

“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.”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

"Maybe he is Lyra. Maybe he's finding his way back to the person he used to be." I pondered her words. Was it possible? Could Sage truly change? She paused placing a hand on my shoulder, “Lyra, there’s a lot that you don’t know, and it’s not my story to tell. I know my brother Lyra, and if there is anything sage would do, then pretending would be the last thing” She says. I was feeling conflicted unsure of who to believe at this point. I hated being put into a situation like this. As we slid the cookies into the oven, the timer ticking away, I realized something.

But this time he seemed to have to run for someone important to him. Mizuki's steps stopped in the garden, the aura stopped there. Mizuki closed his eyes, the aura of Alice and the two men was no longer in his senses. He walked over to the red shards near the dividing wall. Mizuki lowered her head, fingered the splinter and picked it up. Bring it close to his sense of smell and put the splinter back down. Mizuki stared at the splinter, and along with the flames that burned the splinter. Mizuki stood up, Alice and the two men seemed to be attacked with a demon form that had not very strong power. Seeing the demon destroyed, Mizuki made an estimate that the three of them could face the demon.

there was something in his eyes that he was trying to conceal, it looked like fear, in fact I swear I could almost smell the fear in the air- it smelled rotten, almost like decaying flesh. “Yes.” While this was unheard of, I’d be talking to ace through the mind-link for almost two years now, so I wasn’t as alarmed as Bennett appeared to be. “Is this this first time you’ve been able to hear anyone?” He was now pacing around me in a wide circle, if I didn’t know any better I would have thought he was stalking his prey instead of protecting me.

Sensei removed the cigarette from his mouth as it approached the end of its useful life. “I’m just an old man who’s looking to fix the mistakes of the past. Now, it’s time for you to learn how to use my technique for yourself. It’ll be the key to landing an attack on Rai.” As Sensei released Tamashi from his hold, Tamashi decided that he wasn’t satisfied with Sensei’s answer. “You completely dodged the question! WHO ARE YOU?! Are you even human?”

“Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo. “Jiro is almost as strong as his brother. He just needs time to practice more. Though I think he’s not around now. “If you are interested in the Refined Blade Slash, I’ll arrange for him to spar with you when he’s back.” Aiden changed into the uniform because he wanted to experience the famous Refined Blade Slash. He nodded and said, “I’ll leave it to you…” Bang! Before he could finish, a loud bang came from behind as the door was pushed open from the outside.

Leave it to Akio to support opposing sides at the same time. Sensei tosses the daggers to us and we catch it at the same time. I hold it with my right, William holds it with his left; flipping it between his fingers like it’s an oversized pen. His eyes stay on me as he takes two steps back, clenching and unclenching his free hand. Sensei steps away from the sandbox. “Try not to kill each other.”