Show Me Sensei Novels & Stories

I had stupidly thought that I would be given privacy to change. I hastily put on the gear and rubbed my arms for warmth. "From here on refer to me as Sensei," Georgia firmly said. "Join the rest and let us begin," She ordered. I meekly joined the girls afraid to make eye contact, it was like I had been dumped in the middle of the ocean. Sensei Georgia had been ruthless with my training. She made me climb the walls over and over again. The walls were agonizingly high. Oh, and there was a small slab of surprisingly heavy metal strapped to my back.

In other words, I didn't want to hurt Alyssa as much as I didn't want to be a dead meat for Cammie. "Girls, stay focused. Look at your opponents in the eyes, and don't let them get a hold of you, you got it?" Mr. Kent said. "Yes, Sensei!" everyone answered in unison. Then the teacher clapped his hands together as a signal, "Now, line up and bow," he gestured for us to come onto the square matted floor. We did as we were told.

Serena obeyed at once. “I was wrong,” she said. Her voice was hoarse and mechanical. “I was disordered. I was selfish. I will be obedient. I will not resist.” “Again.” “I was wrong. I will be obedient.” The next clip showed her standing in a corridor with a tray balanced across both forearms, body swaying from exhaustion while an instructor corrected the angle of her shoulders with two fingers. Another showed her repeating courtesy phrases until the words blurred. Another showed her kneeling on chapel stone while a recording played nearby, forcing her to hear Lucien’s own name between commands to confess and begin again.

Isa had persistent trouble staying focused the rest of the week. She couldn't tell if she was dreading the approaching Friday... or anticipating it. The size of the class dwindled significantly. Readings were lengthy, assignments rigorous, but Isa found the subject fascinating. And as intimidating as he was, Professor Ashford was a captivating and charismatic lecturer. He was extremely well-versed and knowledgeable in his field, warranting his many accolades and respect amongst peers. The week flew by, Isa almost forgetting about their post-class encounter on the first day...

he was interrupted by Tina, who still had her eyes on her phone. “That will be a Sensei and Karategi,” she corrected, without sparing him a glance. “Say what now?” Eddy asked with a confused frown. Tina sighed and looked up. “A karate instructor is called a Sensei and a Karategi is what they wear.” Her eyes went back to her phone. “Kids these days ain’t got no respect. Are you trying to I’m lying?” He asked her, his focus momentarily being stolen by Tiny, who just grinned at him, before her face fell into a bored look.

Me. "Fuck, Gorilla!" I snapped from my self-pity when well-known face of an old woman popped in my head. I think that everyone has that on teacher that gives them chills. That one teacher who, and you know that for sure, it has every power to put you down and would when and if the opportunity is right. Chills went down my spine and I shook a little remembering I will see her today, the very first day of our new chapter on this journey to become well paid, I mean- well respected surgeons!

"It's something that has never happened, at least regarding her. She's one of the best at reading her opponent. So, the fact that she assumed you were ready, that you had given up, is something she'll have to pay dearly for." "How?" "Sensei is the one who will take the appropriate measures, and besides, you surprised the man and made him bow to my father, who was your teacher. That also had never happened before," he said, surprised. "Why?" "Because my father had never had a student, and the fact that he introduced you, and in the end, you incapacitated Sensei's best student, is something to admire. So, I recommend that you don't stop practicing, keep going, even after you get married," he a

Few people could pull such bold colors and still look as in style as Mizuyama Seiji looked. "Welcome to my show," He said extending his hand to them and they both shook it as they stood up from the chairs where they were imprisoned by the makeup artists. "Thank you for having us, Mizuyama-san," Jun said and the other man nodded then looked at Iori who gave him a smile. Jun saw the moment when it happened. The moment when Mizuyama Seiji saw something in Iori. something that Jun knew too well because he felt it already. "It's an honor to have you here, Sensei," He said and Iori nodded Giving him a polite answer that Jun was too busy to note. He was still watching the man intently as he tried t

“Kangi still gives you trouble. That says ‘Blessed by the Goddess, her holy fangs.’ One for you, one for him. As you are a pair so are they.” I looked at the other one wide eyed, before picking it up. I must have looked like a complete beginner as the old fox chuckled. “Oh, thank you.” I answered, humbly. “Do not worry. My best student will teach you how to hold it properly.” He chuckled before starting to wheeze and cough again. I glanced over and I could see and feel the unshed tears my mate was holding back. “Thank you for everything. Sensei.”

He said and she nodded. She looked around and saw Dominic seated at a corner. With a smile, she walked up to him, and sat beside him but he stood up and took another seat. She facepalmed and decided to focus on the lesson. “Before we start, my name is Mr. Ethan but I prefer you call me Sensei,” He announced and they chuckled.