The echoing sound of his classroom door sliding open only stirred some emotions and a chill from deep within'. The room itself well generally well-kept by maintenance, but the lofted dust that lifted from some of the hidden areas suggested his time away had an impact on the care of the room. Drawing a smile on his face, a step forth into the room and closing the door behind him.
Taking a moment to capture his moment of return, teacher's notebook tucked underneath his armpit and his attire suggestive of a Chūnin. Of course, there was pride buried somewhere in the laid-back man's heart, but he would never dare show it. Not without great reason.
Approaching his pedestal, chair and desk he gently tossed the notebook towards the pedestal's top- It missed, and found he would leave the notebook on the floor where it awkwardly 'thumped'. After-all there were no students here yet. When they did arrive the last minute tidyings would occur.
He had ultimately arrived earlier than usual, even for him. Hours before in-fact, he wanted to re-read the documentation that detailed things that a student should be getting taught; it wasn't foreign to him. Things he had only recently experienced himself and a lot of it was common sense that was buried into his mind from his youth. Such is a shinobi way, they live, think and breathe the words, actions and thoughts of their mentors in some way shape or another. He was no exception.
Sometime had passed, an hour perhaps as he had prior retrieved his notebook and started jotting down notes. So his notebook only really had a few points, but it helped him keep his mind on the subject so he wasn't a complete train-wreck for the kids, after-all- He was here due to 'Punk-Ass' and her insistence. Beyond that, he never suspected he would have taught... Perhaps she saw something he didn't.
Either way, he tapped the eraser end of his pencil against the notebook, his eyes eventually drifted to the windows of the room; the sun was peeking through the mountains and into the room. He knew morning for the real-people of the world had started, or was about too. He figured he would be seeing students if any were actually assigned to him in the next hour or two.
"Here's to hoping I'm ready neh-- Bloody Yuii making me do this."
[MFT = 401]
Taking a moment to capture his moment of return, teacher's notebook tucked underneath his armpit and his attire suggestive of a Chūnin. Of course, there was pride buried somewhere in the laid-back man's heart, but he would never dare show it. Not without great reason.
Approaching his pedestal, chair and desk he gently tossed the notebook towards the pedestal's top- It missed, and found he would leave the notebook on the floor where it awkwardly 'thumped'. After-all there were no students here yet. When they did arrive the last minute tidyings would occur.
He had ultimately arrived earlier than usual, even for him. Hours before in-fact, he wanted to re-read the documentation that detailed things that a student should be getting taught; it wasn't foreign to him. Things he had only recently experienced himself and a lot of it was common sense that was buried into his mind from his youth. Such is a shinobi way, they live, think and breathe the words, actions and thoughts of their mentors in some way shape or another. He was no exception.
Sometime had passed, an hour perhaps as he had prior retrieved his notebook and started jotting down notes. So his notebook only really had a few points, but it helped him keep his mind on the subject so he wasn't a complete train-wreck for the kids, after-all- He was here due to 'Punk-Ass' and her insistence. Beyond that, he never suspected he would have taught... Perhaps she saw something he didn't.
Either way, he tapped the eraser end of his pencil against the notebook, his eyes eventually drifted to the windows of the room; the sun was peeking through the mountains and into the room. He knew morning for the real-people of the world had started, or was about too. He figured he would be seeing students if any were actually assigned to him in the next hour or two.
"Here's to hoping I'm ready neh-- Bloody Yuii making me do this."
[MFT = 401]