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His familiar annoying grin returned immediately and he looked up at me. “He He… Ignore it.” I just stared. “Sit please,” he urged me. “I am ready to learn now Sensei,” he added. I did not trust him one bit. But walking out would mean reporting to Mr. Dane and I wasn’t in the mood for any lecture on forgiveness and being the bigger person again. So with a sigh, I yanked my wrist from his grip and sat back down. “Fine. But if you interrupt me again, I swear…” “Yeah… yeah, I get it already. If I do, you’d unleash…”

"Are you sure that's why you call every morning? Or do you just want to hear my voice that badly?" "Nothing gets past you huh Atlas?" I bite down on my pillow to stifle my moan as his chuckle travels through the phone. "Hmmm. You're meant to be an educator Yuzuki-San." "Oh, I think I am being an educator." I could see the smirk that spread across his face by the tone of his voice and I couldn’t help but laugh. "How exactly are you doing that Sensei?" "Well, I got you talking did I not?" "Well, I suppose. But I have always been able to speak, I just choose with whom."

“Ouch!” “You deserved it.” I stood and stretched. “So, sensei, what are we learning today?” “I’m not your sensei,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “And I’m not teaching you.” “Please,” I said, pouting. He looked at me, then sighed, returning to the dumbbells. He tilted his eyes toward me and then back to the dumbbell in his hand, his biceps flexing like they were mocking me. “That won’t work on me, you know,” he said with a scoff, barely glancing my way. “Talk to Lucian.” My lips parted, but my voice came out soft and shaky. “Lucian wouldn’t even listen to me right now…”

_Aurora’s POV_ My fake boyfriend… …was my professor. There had to be some kind of mistake here. I blinked once. Then twice. Surely if I blinked enough times, Professor Nikolai Volkov would disappear from the front of the lecture theatre and be replaced by whoever was actually supposed to teach this class. Instead, he calmly set his laptop on the lectern, connected it to the projector, and adjusted the microphone clipped to the collar of his shirt. He looked as though he had done this hundreds of times before.

Simon said. She looked at him in confusion, but Simon was focused on the two men ahead. The first person Simon introduced was a little taller than Salvatore, with fair skin, brown hair tied in a bun, and eyes covered by narrow dark glasses. He wore a gray t-shirt, graphite sweatpants, and sneakers. "This is Henrique Saldanha, the best instructor here. I talked to him to accompany you and not let you overdo it," Simon said. "Pleasure to meet you," Henrique greeted her.

The girl aimed her gun at him but I stopped her. “I'll take care of it.” I whispered as I walked towards him. “Skisaho ki-ru, sa-chin.” I chanted as I took a deep breath. I am a Sucho or a Sin that has heightened sense of touch. Skisaho ki-ru is an Orikami we use to increase our strength. Sa-chin or first level spells are undetected by the alarms which makes it safe for me to use in this situation.

“And trust me… this is going to be fun. You can smell the competition already.” Sensei finished the announcement and began walking toward Alex and Raymond. “Sensei! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me beforehand!” Alex exclaimed. “I wanted to surprise you and enjoy the look on your face,” Sensei replied with a grin. “Hehehe,” Raymond added. “Sensei, I had a part to play too!” “Yes, yes,” Sensei chuckled. “If it weren’t for you pushing for the black belt, provoking the others, this wouldn’t have gotten approved so quickly.”

They didn’t look very fancy, just sticks with hilts. “Here.” She handed me one. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” Without waiting for an answer, she came at me. In a game, you find the special training master and he teaches you a special move. Seismic Slash! Blade Fury! Leaping Hurricane! And then you go out and one-shot all the mobs. My little sensei had something else to teach me — pain. She wasn’t a big girl. Her arms were skinny and nothing about her would indicate she was any stronger than a regular teenage girl, so I didn’t feel too intimidated about getting hit. And the first couple of times, I hardly felt anything.

He set a syllabus in front of me, keeping eye contact with me the whole time. While he stood up there lecturing I tried to concentrate on the words he was saying. It was probably the most difficult lesson I have sat through. All I could do was watch him. He moved so smoothly across his little stage. It was mesmerizing. He would look at me too, or I thought he was. Did I want him to? What is wrong with me, this man is my teacher, he is probably old enough to be my father. I just turned 20 this year. He is probably at least 45. "Iris, what philosopher did I tell the class was my favorite in college?" He smirked at me. What an ass. Did he know how distracted I was by him? I frantically looked d

Hayashi shook his head again, but this time with a concerned expression. Because he already knew, Kenji lowered his head. But he had hoped that Hayashi would give him some enlightenment. “Did she still believe her parents died in an accident?” Hayashi observed Kenji's response, a nod that grew more subdued as it contradicted the truth. Akiko’s parents didn’t die in an accident. Note : **Sensei: a term of respect used to address someone due to their esteemed position. The title "sensei" is usually given to individuals who pursue professions requiring specialized knowledge, such as members of parliament, doctors, lawyers, artists, musicians, manga creators, critics, and teachers.