This would be a first for Kazan. Never before had he even considered going to the academy and teaching students directly, but desperate times call for desperate measures. While he had no complaint about the quality of Genin produced from the school, he did feel they conditioned to be a little more aggressive than they need be. Even still, he couldn't argue with the results of the Academy and it's most prominent instructors. However, out of obligation he felt it necessary to at least attempt to reinforce some of the most simplest of basics. Arriving before the morning sun blessed the horizon with it's fiery hue, Kazan made his way past the obstacle courses and into the main hall of the school. Signing in to hold a class, or more so a lecture, he proceeded to a moderately sized room filled with several stadium like rows of seats. He didn't expect to fill the classroom with students eager to learn; in fact, he was hoping just one would show up.
The opportunity to pass on knowledge, and concepts, to even just one person would be enough to suffice. Walking up to a dry erase broad, he wrote the following in black. "Clones, Strategy, and Tools of the Trade". Underneath, he wrote 'lecturer, Akira Kazan. Jounin of The Hidden Cloud'. With that action, he walked to the opposite of the classroom from the door, still beside the dry erase board, and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. Sitting down and waiting wasn't his style. As he closed his head, he heard the main bell chime throughout the school; alerting all students to start their day. Soon, hopefully, a student or two would show.
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The opportunity to pass on knowledge, and concepts, to even just one person would be enough to suffice. Walking up to a dry erase broad, he wrote the following in black. "Clones, Strategy, and Tools of the Trade". Underneath, he wrote 'lecturer, Akira Kazan. Jounin of The Hidden Cloud'. With that action, he walked to the opposite of the classroom from the door, still beside the dry erase board, and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. Sitting down and waiting wasn't his style. As he closed his head, he heard the main bell chime throughout the school; alerting all students to start their day. Soon, hopefully, a student or two would show.
[Wc: 283][Topic Entered] [Marked For Training]