Tanjiro Trainer Novels & Stories

I had a lot to say and I just said whatever I could pronounce without stress. "Are you done?" I nodded. "Katrienair, I am not a druid. I am your comforter and I will only come to you whenever you need me. I am not here to help you out of here. You are on a journey to discovering who you are and you are going to be doing it alone. None will be with you. I'm only here to train you ." "Okay" I murmured. "So your training starts here and now..." "Here?" I asked. I'm chained for crying out loud how will I train. "I'm chained"

I wanted the dealings to come from me and I would surely pay her back in her own coin, no doubt. “You need to get your wound treated,” one of the men said to me, outside the room, and I had no choice but to go out to meet him. It was Martins! He’s the trainer for the household. He trains with Rocco and his men, teaching them skills and other defensive methods. I was opportune to witness one of his training sessions and it was so intense. It felt like the bones on the trainee’s body would pop off any moment.

I’m here for the same reason they are - to win and not to be sent to the prisons to work for the rest of my life. “And what might your name be?” The man asks. His ebony hair matches perfectly to those dark eyes. Closer up, I see he’s younger than I thought he was from a distance, although he is surely a few years older than me. He glances down at his clipboard, which hadn’t even noticed he was carrying. “Jada Michaels,” I say, taking an anxious glance at the other girl. She is studying me silently. The man doesn’t smile at me. “I’ll be your trainer for as long as you survive here. I commonly go by Niko. This is one of your competitors, Shana. She will be in your sect.”

Inez offered. "Wow, that would be lovely, Ma'am. Thank you," Mister Toro replied, starting the car and heading toward PS Mall. Streetlights began to turn on as dusk fell. The car merged into Jakarta’s traffic, as rush hour always brought the city’s congestion to its peak. "Mario, I’ve contacted an MMA trainer to coach you. He’s actually retired from training professional MMA athletes and is looking for a more relaxed job. His full name is Mr. Miguel Juan Diaz," Inez said, resting her head on Mario’s shoulder.

I asked "We both know that won't happen, that is why I allowed him in the first place. He proved himself, so he gets a slot to train with me," Sensei Tanaka said. "Hmm, you confuse me sometimes," I said as I took a seat in front of him, taking out the documents he wanted me to help him with An hour later….. I had just finished the document I was working on and was ready to begin my daily training session. Sensei Tanaka was deep in meditation, so I quietly exited the room and headed to my usual training area. To my surprise, I found Ricardo using my training dummy.

My maid and guard are resuming next week because they have to learn their duties and things they are to do and not do. “Your majesties,” he greets, his voice deep. He is definitely a demon. He is very tall. Towering over me, he has a bald head and his left arm is filled with tattoos. He is wearing a black baggy trouser with a black converse and those biceps are bigger than my head. Is Asher sure this is my trainer? He is going to whoop my ass. He is so buff and looks so scary, with the scar trailing from under his eye to his lips. Not scared of him because of the scar, but because of how big he is. “This is Lillian and Lillian, this is Mike, your trainer,” he said. I turned to him, shocked.

Dylan states. "That's correct, you should all know who your trainer is as we sent uniforms to each of you last night. Please get into your groups and stand by your instructors, they will be wearing the same colours as your uniform if you can't remember our names." I announced while stepping away from Dylan so our groups would have space to join us. "As I introduced myself yesterday my name is Luna Rayne and I will be your trainer. You are in my group because you need support with your hand to hand combat. I will help you build your confidence along with your precision and speed in human form." I heard a scoff.

Morfan sneered at Hikari, “huh! Just because he stood once for you doesn’t mean he can be trusted.” “Morfan!” Amor frowned at him. “Why is he…” Morfan looked at me, then stopped speaking. “Well, whatever. I will take my leave now.” “Wait!” I said. “Prince Hikari, I have decided on the five people you will train,” I said. Hikari looked at me. “Who are they?” Amor asked eagerly. I looked at Vance and gestured to him to come to me through my eyes. Amor, Hikari, and Morfan saw him come to me.

Tamashi returned to his initial position to once again converse with Sensei. “Jiji-sensei, teach me your ways!” Sensei smiled through the plume of smoke that emitted from his cigarette. “If you’re done giving a speech to yourself, then we will begin training. Watch carefully and observe what I do, Tamashi.” The characteristic orange sunlight filled the Void as Sensei and Tamashi began their training session, and later as Tamashi remained sprawled on the ground, searching for a plan buried within his mind to counter Rai and avoid an early loss.

A scene from a fairytale. “What do you want, Joana?” She plucked a leaf, rolled it between her fingers. “To be underestimated.” He laughed softly. “That’s not something you ask for.” “It is if it’s the weapon.” She turned her head slightly. Just enough for him to see the ghost of something dangerous in her eyes. Zane’s training began the next morning. The instructor was a man named Luka. He was stoic, brutal, and surgical in every move. By the end of the first hour, Zane’s palms were raw and his arms burned.