Teacher Fullmetal Alchemist の小説・ストーリー

With a tiny voice, the small girl inquired. “It's ok; you don't have to address me as Miss. You can call me Luciana if you want. What is the reason for this? What's the matter with your class? Isn't your teacher in the room?” Luciana inquired, putting her hands on her knees and bending in closer to the height of the young girl. “Our alchemy instructor is absent, and if he was absent from class, we would summon Miss Cecily to assist us because she was an Elder Alchemist,” the girl explained, her tone becoming sadder.

My coffee is hot as I study the world history syllabus for a fifth time. Professor Oakley's cell phone number is toward the top of the page and so is his email. The temptation to text him by accident has crossed my mind, but I would be no different than the other girls considering flunking to get a tutoring session.

In the Tarot, the Hierophant is sometimes known as the High Priest or the Pope and generally appears in the form of a teacher or mentor. He's always knowledgeable and wise but he can run the risk of being too hidebound and dogmatic. He can be the beloved mentor who is always there with the perfect bit of advice or that nasty teacher who still tries to teach that the earth is flat. He is calm, rational and ethical but he can also lack balance and be stubborn to the point of disaster, especially if his beliefs are called into question.

Jane started screaming and I ran to her. Before I could do anything, Alex turned to me. He threw Jane through the living room with unbelievable strength and grabbed me by my arms. “I finally have you where I want. No escaping this time.” Alex said. Two of his teeth were lengthening and I knew at that point. Knew 100% what was going on around me. My ex boyfriend was a vampire. And my teacher, the guy I was falling in love with, was also one.

I felt like a tiny fish in a vast ocean, but I was determined to find my place. On my first day of classes, I walked into Elemental Magic with a flutter of nerves. The classroom was spacious, with windows that opened to a stunning view of the grounds, and the air crackled with energy. The teacher, a tall woman with flowing hair the color of flames and eyes that shimmered like embers, introduced herself as Professor Pyra.

"Stand down, student!" From the periphery of my vision, I saw the two instructors finally break out of their stupor. The Alpha teacher had his chest puffed out, his own aura expanding into a massive, golden-brown shield as he leaped into the air, his claws extended, aiming to tackle me out of the sky. His face was set in grim determination, the kind of expression worn by soldiers charging into certain death.

"Later at home, Aa will give more to Aa's favorite Key! But first, tell me what made Key sad, hmm?" "Key's teacher is new, male, but evil because of Key's law. He said, girls, if they don't do their jobs, must be severely punished" Key argued "New teacher?" said Aldo "A boy? Is he handsome?" Aldo exclaimed looking at Key's face which immediately turned red making his emotions immediately increase

Aizu became very happy at Golden's answer, but then the happy mood did fade away as the teacher arrived. It was a gloomy middle-aged man, with black hair and a serious face, he was just the opposite to the warm-looking old woman from the healing class. "Two students, not bad. I was expecting zero." The teacher spoke in a monotone voice. "Learning Poison Magic could end your own life. You aren't ready to study it. Take those books and memorize them, don't disturb me until you remember every single detail of every single page." The gloomy man generated two piles of books a threw them to Golden and Aizu. He had some type of spatial item, but it was hidden in his loose clothes.

He is inflaming me by progressively adding fuel. And I need to extinguish this holocaust before I get burned. But what if— I'm thrown out of my thoughts when someone snaps his fingers in front of my face, making me jolt once. I then realise that it's Mrs. Clara, my teacher. She is a gangling brunette, around forty who doesn't only looks serious but actually is. She has been tutoring me since I was twelve. Today, all I know is that she was explaining me a weird equation before my mind voyaged to last night.

Not only the guys, but even the girls were uninterested. However, when the Alchemy class teacher appeared, everyone seemed excited. The teacher was named Isabella Monte. Like Katherine, she was a gorgeous woman in her thirties. She was also sexy and charming. Though she was different from Katherine with her gentle and soft temperament and soothing voice, which made her seem nicer, she was not strict at all. After one class with her, all the students fell in love with her. After standing for the whole day, the bell finally rang, and Darryl let out a long sigh of relief.