Show Me Sensei Novels & Stories

"I can't give up, that crazy teacher must have it here." "Are you looking for this, Naya?" DEG....

And now I’m the one feeling his stare burning into the side of my face. “Today we’re going to try something exciting.” Sensei says, folding his hands and sporting one of his mischievous grins that either means he’s gonna make us beat the shit out of each other, or he’s gonna beat the shit out of us himself. His sharp gaze scans through us like laser beams. “Think of it as a step further; a test of if you’re really ready to face danger; to face an enemy equal to you in combat, tactics and strength.”

Along with the pair of glasses over his eyes, the eyes bored looking back at him taken back by the act of Koishi. “I’m sorry Sensei it’s just-” before he could get up from his chair “Oh, no no it’s okay I was the one who came up behind you all of the sudden” the sensei smiles looking at Koishi picking up the pencil. Handing it back at Koishi who smiles at him bowing at him. “Thank you, Sensei” with Sensei just smiling giving one pat over his head as he walks away the same as the one who was sitting beside Koishi in the class stares at him. Hearing the small whispers of the other students.

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?”

He hung up the phone, rested his hands on the large calendar on his desk, and gave me a wary look. "Kenmei-sensei will bring the tea by later today. He's also asked that he be the one to train you this afternoon." Nervous flutters pirouetted across my tummy. The man was scary, but my fear came from more than knowing the oldest hunter would be training me. I was also worried about school. "Great," I said, knowing I should go, but I wasn't ready. "Will you be alright at school?" His intense gaze bored into me.

“And now, the people we’re dealing with have ties to the underworld...” “You want to learn how to fight,” she said, lips curving in a knowing smile. I nodded. “I asked Theron to teach me, and he agreed, but it’s not exactly feasible anymore not when every move he makes is being tracked.” I smiled weakly. “Do you know someone who could” “Of course I do.” She waved a hand like it was no big deal. “I can put you in touch with my sensei.” I blinked. “Your sensei?”

"Uncle Arjun, Mommy. Uncle Arjun will be my teacher, right? That's why I just called Sensei. it's okay, right? Japanese people call their teacher sensei, Mommy." Arjun smiles hearing Anna's words. He had heard about Nana's strengths and intelligence when compared to other children her age. "Yes, dear. But we are Indonesians, honey." "Oh, it's okay, Mommy. I like to call Sensei." “Ok, call me Sensei. I like Anna. Let Nana Call me Sensei. Beautiful call. How is Nana's condition now? Are you ready to learn?”

Belle closed her eyes as she leaned her head on the back of the couch. "Is that so?" The dangerous voice of the man hit Belle's ear, and she instantly opened her eyes in fright. "Sensei?" Belle called to the man appearing on the big screen opposite her. "Do you think I am unaware of your acting skills?" Sensei asked with a dangerous smirk on his face. "I was just fooling them, Sensei. Don't you believe your little pitiful disciple?" Belle pursed her lips and widened her big crystal eyes.

Professor Shaw commented. They helped Miranda to set up her presentation. She’d only done a few slides, as she didn’t want to just read off them. As a former student, she knew from experience how boring that was. As Prosser Hammond showed her how the microphone worked. Students began to trickle in. Josh had already taken a seat at the front, and she could not help but notice that he was joined by a couple of guys and a girl. One of the boys in a dark hoodie whispered something to him and Josh hit him on the arm. Miranda wondered what he’d said to prompt that response.

"It's been twenty-four hours, Canon. Relax. You'll be the first to hear when there's a progress update. We'll do our part. Not like we have a choice." There was no obvious way to press further without revealing my ignorance. Was it paranoid to be preoccupied with projecting strength to these two? Probably not, considering what they'd tried to do to me. Being a teacher had taught me one lesson as well as any general at war: showing weakness invites aggression. "Keep me posted, then. And, um, the other commands?" "You're the one who put them in there. You tell us," grumbled Isa. She fidgeted with her uniform.