Another day, another chance to pass down his knowledge to the next generation. Today's lesson would be about something that had served him very well in his career so far. He called it 'Clone Tactics' but in reality, it was something everyone recognizes as one of the most fundamental skills. Usually, teachers would try to teach the skill and then show their students how to use it, but not Kazan. He wanted to educate the students on ways they could use the technique in combat, rather it be for defensive or offensive purposes. However, Kazan would show them the benefit of Clones far beyond just attacking and defending.
It was early, roughly about seven in the morning, today. The Academy was fully lit, with students running through the hallways trying to find their classes. As he stood outside his doorway, leaned against the wall beside the door, he wondered how quick of a class this might be. It was a lecture, and presentation, style mixed with a discussion. He just wanted the students to think about the use of these type technique and how it could be used in combat, or on missions. The confusion and chaos, that a fundamental strategy, could chaos was funny to him. Hopefully the students would understand him, his intentions, and how crucial this actually was.
As the bell rang, he opened the door and walked into the classroom. He had no desk, or chair, for himself but the students would find rows of seats. This was a lecture style classroom, after all. Standing front in center, the white board behind him held the title of the class written in big bubble, high vis pink and black, graffiti letters. The design of all this was meant to show some form of color and life, but also represent chaos and confusion for what one would typically find at the academy. Hopefully, it was properly represent what he wanted to pass down today.
[Wc: 325] [Marked]
[Class: Open to all]
[1/5 & 325 words so far]
It was early, roughly about seven in the morning, today. The Academy was fully lit, with students running through the hallways trying to find their classes. As he stood outside his doorway, leaned against the wall beside the door, he wondered how quick of a class this might be. It was a lecture, and presentation, style mixed with a discussion. He just wanted the students to think about the use of these type technique and how it could be used in combat, or on missions. The confusion and chaos, that a fundamental strategy, could chaos was funny to him. Hopefully the students would understand him, his intentions, and how crucial this actually was.
As the bell rang, he opened the door and walked into the classroom. He had no desk, or chair, for himself but the students would find rows of seats. This was a lecture style classroom, after all. Standing front in center, the white board behind him held the title of the class written in big bubble, high vis pink and black, graffiti letters. The design of all this was meant to show some form of color and life, but also represent chaos and confusion for what one would typically find at the academy. Hopefully, it was properly represent what he wanted to pass down today.
[Wc: 325] [Marked]
[Class: Open to all]
[1/5 & 325 words so far]