Foreign Exchange №1: Shinobi Survival Essentials
The sun was still climbing through the trees in the early morning hours. It was an opportune time for shinobi to stir; a time to awaken the mind, he knew. The time was right for a little adventure, and Kaji Okada was there first, thermos in hand as he poured a cup of coffee for himself. The veteran shinobi loved the stuff and took slow sips as steam ran off the top in the brisk breezes. He was in top form, donned in his typical assortment of earth-toned apparel; from his aviator jacket to his riding boots. The elegantly powerful blade Eelspine was sheathed by his hip, with the emerald in its pommel reflecting a soft glow under the sunlight it reflected. His obsidian tresses were well-combed for a change, and he seemed as if he was taking better care of himself since moving to this village. Perhaps that was just what being in love did to a man. He was seated on a tall log near the entrance to the forest, which was the designated place for the class he was teaching today.
There wasn't any forewarning for the students, instead, Kaji simply left a note on the classroom door, telling them to meet him at this place and time, with little more than fifteen minutes added on to the scheduled start time for class. The added traveling would be sure to rile up the students, especially any slackers who thought they’d show up last minute. Now the old fox sat in waiting, sipping his brew and considering what the wilderness had in store for him and his fated pupils.
When it came to teaching, Kaji had a special way about it— he often favored real environments over the classroom, just as he favored hands on experience over textbooks. Of course, there is value in all these places and methods, but he did not come all the way to Kumogakure just to be cramped up indoors.
The sun was still climbing through the trees in the early morning hours. It was an opportune time for shinobi to stir; a time to awaken the mind, he knew. The time was right for a little adventure, and Kaji Okada was there first, thermos in hand as he poured a cup of coffee for himself. The veteran shinobi loved the stuff and took slow sips as steam ran off the top in the brisk breezes. He was in top form, donned in his typical assortment of earth-toned apparel; from his aviator jacket to his riding boots. The elegantly powerful blade Eelspine was sheathed by his hip, with the emerald in its pommel reflecting a soft glow under the sunlight it reflected. His obsidian tresses were well-combed for a change, and he seemed as if he was taking better care of himself since moving to this village. Perhaps that was just what being in love did to a man. He was seated on a tall log near the entrance to the forest, which was the designated place for the class he was teaching today.
There wasn't any forewarning for the students, instead, Kaji simply left a note on the classroom door, telling them to meet him at this place and time, with little more than fifteen minutes added on to the scheduled start time for class. The added traveling would be sure to rile up the students, especially any slackers who thought they’d show up last minute. Now the old fox sat in waiting, sipping his brew and considering what the wilderness had in store for him and his fated pupils.
When it came to teaching, Kaji had a special way about it— he often favored real environments over the classroom, just as he favored hands on experience over textbooks. Of course, there is value in all these places and methods, but he did not come all the way to Kumogakure just to be cramped up indoors.
<i></i>Welcome to Class said:Welcome to Shinobi Survival Essentials
- This is a class on a shinobi's place in nature, and survival
- We can focus on hunting and tracking
- how to learn the lay of the land
- how to survive off of the land during long missions
- Most importantly, how to escape pursuit
- I am looking to make this a fast-paced thread, concluding in about a week's time.
- If you wish to join as a spectator or for fun, please state that you are outside of post order.