The dull ache was always there, a steady beat alongside the ticking grandfather clock in the corner of Nao's study. A new bandage pressed against the deep cut on his chest gave him just a bit of relief. He let out a soft hiss as he reached for a pile of parchment, the movement tugging at his stitched skin. "Okay," he said to himself, "Perspective. It's easy for me to say that." He grimaced as he stood up, battling the dizziness that threatened to overwhelm him. He walked over to a mirror and squinted at his reflection. "I guess I'm presentable enough." He had picked a high-collared tunic, trying to hide as much of the bandaging as he could. No need to freak out his students unnecessarily.OOC said:Hello! This is going to be a short lesson for max of 3 students. We will follow the AFK Rule, but with strikes. Hit 2 strikes, and you are out. You failed the class.
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- 1500 wordcount 5/5 posts.
- 5-day inactivity timer (After the Teacher posted),
- No post order AFTER the teacher.
- Class: Treat Life as a Game: Approach work and challenges as if they are a game you are playing, which removes personal anxiety and makes the process, including wins and losses, more fun.
Today's class focused on Perspective & Mindset, a crucial skill for any aspiring ninja or anyone trying to navigate the tricky waters of life. He couldn't help but find the irony in it. Here he was, physically limited, yet responsible for guiding young minds toward resilience. He collected his notes, neatly arranging them on the mahogany table in his study. Taking a moment, he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. He concentrated on the image of his students, their eager expressions, their thirst for knowledge. He envisioned their energy, their potential. He saw them succeeding and thriving despite the challenges they would inevitably encounter. This was his mission. This was what would sustain him. He opened his eyes, a spark of determination shining in them. He stepped out of his study, walking with a fresh sense of calm and purpose, ready to impart his hard-won wisdom. If he, battered and tired, could muster the strength to teach, then surely they could find the courage to confront their own struggles.
Inside the classroom, he would wait for the people to drift in... “Good morning,” he began, his voice calm and clear. “Today, we’re not having a lesson. We’re starting a quest.”
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