[ooc: yo, please try to post once every 48 hours for your class since there should be at least 4 of us in here. Also, posting order is in the order of who enters first to last. Pretty straight forward.]
It was common practice for the academy students to be brought to the Grand Halls of Learning, to sit down in some stuffy classroom and get lectured on this type of jutsu, how to go into stealth, how to make a clone of yourself. This was very boring to the 28 year old jounin.
Usually Saemon was given regular jobs or missions. Just last week he was out in the desert hunting down a known poacher. But this morning he woke up with a notice under his door that he'd been called in as a substitute teacher. The regular one was going into labor for the 10th baby or something and since he wasn't busy, was hardly ever commissioned work with the ANBU anymore, they'd called him in. Well that screwed up his plans.
He was more surprised to find, upon entering the building around 6:15 in the morning, that he was only going to be taking on some potential-genin. The rest of their regular class was going to be handled by another shinobi. They felt these three were promising youth and wanted to finish up their work in the academy quickly. So they needed him?
Sighing darkly, the 6'8", mountain of a man pulled down a flier from the main board, turned it over and tacked it back up. After scrounging a bit for pen, and only finding a pink crayon, he scribbled down the three names boldly with some directions, then headed back outside to light up a cigarette. Once he was 'outside' washed in the bright yellow and silvery light of the overhead chakra crystals, Saemon sucked down a large portion of hot smoke and made his way to the farthest end of the training field and took a seat in the mossy-cave grass. He leaned back on one arm, using the other to hold his deathstick and waited.
It was common practice for the academy students to be brought to the Grand Halls of Learning, to sit down in some stuffy classroom and get lectured on this type of jutsu, how to go into stealth, how to make a clone of yourself. This was very boring to the 28 year old jounin.
Usually Saemon was given regular jobs or missions. Just last week he was out in the desert hunting down a known poacher. But this morning he woke up with a notice under his door that he'd been called in as a substitute teacher. The regular one was going into labor for the 10th baby or something and since he wasn't busy, was hardly ever commissioned work with the ANBU anymore, they'd called him in. Well that screwed up his plans.
He was more surprised to find, upon entering the building around 6:15 in the morning, that he was only going to be taking on some potential-genin. The rest of their regular class was going to be handled by another shinobi. They felt these three were promising youth and wanted to finish up their work in the academy quickly. So they needed him?
Sighing darkly, the 6'8", mountain of a man pulled down a flier from the main board, turned it over and tacked it back up. After scrounging a bit for pen, and only finding a pink crayon, he scribbled down the three names boldly with some directions, then headed back outside to light up a cigarette. Once he was 'outside' washed in the bright yellow and silvery light of the overhead chakra crystals, Saemon sucked down a large portion of hot smoke and made his way to the farthest end of the training field and took a seat in the mossy-cave grass. He leaned back on one arm, using the other to hold his deathstick and waited.
The Note on the Board said:Motomori, Rin and Hitoshi.
Bring your asses outside. I'm the smoking one.
Cheers.