Stealth was one of the hallmarks of being a shinobi, or at least the traditional kind of shinobi. Nowadays, the hidden villages were producing less stealth inclined shinobi and more loud shock and awe type shinobi who launched explosive jutsu and had little care for getting in and out without leaving a trace. Still, the villages strived nonetheless to teach their shinobi the all important concept of stealth. ANBU especially tried to focus on the subject, as their missions often involved those where being seen was less than favorable. That was why all trainees usually received instruction on facets of stealth, and why many ANBU jutsu revolved around remaining unseen and untraced. That was why this class was taking place today. A few trainees sat at desks in the room looking half dead thanks to the earliness of the hour. There were still a few minutes left before the class was to begin, so any remaining students would need to rush in now to avoid being late and facing the teacher's wrath.
Of course, nobody had ever seen Touma angry. Shuusei Touma was an ANBU Captain of around the age of 24, and had been in the branch for several years, but nobody knew much about him. It probably didn't help that he was constantly wearing a mask that covered the lower part of his face, even in the privacy of the Sileo. Even now, the mask was adorned, though at least it wasn't a full ANBU mask which he most often wore when not in the Sileo. He was a mostly quiet type, making him seem cold and unfriendly at first, and it seemed whatever wrath he might be hiding it might be best not to tempt it. Perhaps that was why most of the students had shown up early and were waiting for the class to begin. Touma himself stood at the front of the classroom, his arms crossed as he stared at a clock hung on the back of the class, while leaning against the instructor's desk. He would start at precisely 8AM.