tick..tick..tick..
The long red hand of the clocked moved every second, making a low ticking noise that could only be heard if the room was quiet. Obviously, Kaito knew it was quiet since he was the only one there. The noise would go away once someone would break his concentration. But before that Kaito seemed to be writing a lot on his notebook. He was writing the explanations to some research he had done on his own. Maybe he would bring it to Hissori, as it could be a massive medical ninjutsu breakthrough. But before that he would test it, and test it, and test it some more. He would not stop until it was perfect. He had his usual lab coat on, as he just left his shift from the Hospital, a white dress shirt and a black skinny tie. He looked much different than he had a couple of weeks ago, as he dramatically aged and hair darkened to a jet black color. It was brushed back into a semi mess looking thing. It was obvious he did not care much how his hair looked, though it did not look half bad.
Walking into the room, one could see kaito sitting at the front desk facing empty seats a notebook opened up in front of him. Behind him, a black board which already had writing on it. It read as followed:
He waited patiently, writing, scribbling, crossing out, fixing. Kaito would wait until the door would open to stop his work, and get on with business.
The long red hand of the clocked moved every second, making a low ticking noise that could only be heard if the room was quiet. Obviously, Kaito knew it was quiet since he was the only one there. The noise would go away once someone would break his concentration. But before that Kaito seemed to be writing a lot on his notebook. He was writing the explanations to some research he had done on his own. Maybe he would bring it to Hissori, as it could be a massive medical ninjutsu breakthrough. But before that he would test it, and test it, and test it some more. He would not stop until it was perfect. He had his usual lab coat on, as he just left his shift from the Hospital, a white dress shirt and a black skinny tie. He looked much different than he had a couple of weeks ago, as he dramatically aged and hair darkened to a jet black color. It was brushed back into a semi mess looking thing. It was obvious he did not care much how his hair looked, though it did not look half bad.
Walking into the room, one could see kaito sitting at the front desk facing empty seats a notebook opened up in front of him. Behind him, a black board which already had writing on it. It read as followed:
This is Medical Class 204. Teacher: Nara Kaito
Instructions:
1) Take any available seat in front of the Teacher
2) Sit Down
3)Stand up
4)State your name followed by rank and why you are here
5)Sit back down
Instructions:
1) Take any available seat in front of the Teacher
2) Sit Down
3)Stand up
4)State your name followed by rank and why you are here
5)Sit back down
He waited patiently, writing, scribbling, crossing out, fixing. Kaito would wait until the door would open to stop his work, and get on with business.