"Why do I always turn up way too early?"
Shinsetsu had spent a little time looking for an empty classroom that would remain so, for at least a little while. His time at the academy was approaching its end, and he was inching slowly closer to becoming a Genin, but there were still some things left to do. One of his final projects came as a bit of a surprise to him, and his confidence in his ability to manage it wasn't all that high; the task was to introduce one of the junior students to a new technique and get them comfortable using it. Agonising for a while what he was going to try to teach to his new mentee, he finally settled on something that, hopefully, would inspire them to follow a path where they could do some good. After all, Shinsetsu's ambition was to follow his father and became a great Medic, perhaps even a surgeon, so to impart that same inspiration upon someone else would certainly be a high honour.
Though what he was doing could possibly be seen as noble, he wasn't exactly graceful. Turning up far too early, he ended up waiting a long time for the student he had been assigned to arrive. Sitting at one of the student's desks, his head began lolling back, eyes bleary until the finally closed. It was so warm in here... The air was like blankets... How could anyone study under these conditions. With one final slump forward onto his desk, he fell asleep, his flask of tea spilling to the floor.
Shinsetsu had spent a little time looking for an empty classroom that would remain so, for at least a little while. His time at the academy was approaching its end, and he was inching slowly closer to becoming a Genin, but there were still some things left to do. One of his final projects came as a bit of a surprise to him, and his confidence in his ability to manage it wasn't all that high; the task was to introduce one of the junior students to a new technique and get them comfortable using it. Agonising for a while what he was going to try to teach to his new mentee, he finally settled on something that, hopefully, would inspire them to follow a path where they could do some good. After all, Shinsetsu's ambition was to follow his father and became a great Medic, perhaps even a surgeon, so to impart that same inspiration upon someone else would certainly be a high honour.
Though what he was doing could possibly be seen as noble, he wasn't exactly graceful. Turning up far too early, he ended up waiting a long time for the student he had been assigned to arrive. Sitting at one of the student's desks, his head began lolling back, eyes bleary until the finally closed. It was so warm in here... The air was like blankets... How could anyone study under these conditions. With one final slump forward onto his desk, he fell asleep, his flask of tea spilling to the floor.