Open History of Sunagakure 101: Rooted in Blood [Class]

[Chikamatsu Shin]

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ​ T o r a o n o D o j o​ Newly added class now required for all students to take in their years of study​ History of Sunagakure: Primus and the First Men ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆​

Shin stepped back into the Toraono Dojo with a sigh. This was a topic he was passionate about and had learned quite a bit about since joining the Oracles. He placed his hand on the desk and looked around the classroom, taking in the familiar space he'd taught in so many times before.

The room was set up simply today, rows of desks facing forward, a clear chalkboard behind him, and a single locked chest sitting prominently on his desk. Unlike his more elaborate setups for taijutsu or ninjutsu training, today's lesson required fewer props and more discussion.

Shin wore his usual teaching attire, comfortable and practical. His pale-gold hair fell loosely around his face as he moved to the chalkboard and wrote a single word in bold strokes:

Tradition​

He stepped back, regarding the word for a moment before turning toward the door. The sound of approaching footsteps signaled that students would be arriving soon.

"Good, right on time," he said quietly to himself, moving to stand beside his desk. As the first students began to filter in, he greeted each with a nod.

"Take a seat anywhere. Once everyone arrives, we'll discuss something that most shinobi overlook—but shouldn't."

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[Harorudo]

It was a rare day off for me from my duties as an ANBU in Training within the village and I needed it as my joints were burning and achy. While I was getting better at keeping up with the younger members that I worked with, I knew I was an older gentleman and my body would struggle to keep up with theirs regardless of the amount of training that I did or adaptability that I could to accommodate myself. However, it was nice to be doing something that my late wife and children would be proud of if they were still around. My kids would probably laugh and tease me for having a end of year crisis and going from my mundane employment to being a shinobi of the village, but hey, Dad still had it.

I had heard that our Kazekage was having a class today in the lustrous Toraono Dojo where I had visited many times over my life to talk with the clan heads of each respective branch that would have me or to gather information for a mission assigned to me by my current boss. As I was free today and I knew one was never too old to learn new things, I decided I would go to the class and see what I could learn that may not have been taught through the old textbooks still in my home or during my academy classes in the past. It was a pleasant walk from my home to the classroom with little to no issues aside from a minor ache or pain along the way from overusing my body at my age.

Upon arrival, I would take the desk closest to the door. A quick bow to the Kazekage and I would take my seat and await his instruction on History of Sunagakure: Primus and the First Men. A subject that surprisingly I was not taught about when I was the age of a student or later in life when I graduated.

 

[Chikamatsu Ayaka]

Ayaka had been standing outside the classroom for almost two full minutes.

She could hear movement inside... the scrape of chairs, footsteps, the Kazekage's voice. Each sound made her heart beat a little faster. `Just go in. It's a class. You're supposed to be here.` But her feet wouldn't move. What if she was late? What if everyone stared? What if Lord Shin asked her a question and she froze like she always did?

Her fingers found the white flower tucked behind her ear, twisting the stem nervously. The fabric of her light blue robes whispered as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. Through the doorway, she could see other students already seated. An older man—much older than the usual academy students—had taken a desk near the door. That made her pause. At least she wouldn't be the strangest person in the room.

`Auntie would just walk in.` Chikamatsu Maho never hesitated, never second-guessed herself. But Ayaka wasn't Maho, no matter how much the clan elders wished she was.

Taking a breath that didn't quite fill her lungs, Ayaka finally moved. She kept her golden eyes down, focusing on the floor as she slipped through the doorway. Her braid swayed against her back as she moved quickly—not running, but close to it—toward the nearest empty desk in the back corner. Somewhere she could observe without being observed.

She didn't look at the Kazekage directly, though she caught the word written on the chalkboard in her peripheral vision. Tradition. Her sleeve pulled over her hand as she sat down, the yurei orchid symbol disappearing into the fabric she clutched. The locked chest on Shin's desk caught her attention for a moment before she looked away, studying the grain of the wood on her own desk instead.

`Just... don't get called on. Please don't get called on.`

"Sorry," she whispered to no one in particular, barely audible. An apology for existing in the space, for arriving after someone else, for whatever imagined transgression her anxious mind had conjured.

Her hands folded in her lap, hidden beneath the desk where no one could see them trembling slightly.

 

[Kureji]

Okay, so maybe Kureji got lost. He's been hitting up the Toraono dojo basically every day. He blames Machoman. He just has the thrill of wanting to fight. But today while he was looking for whoever had challenged him today he got lost on where to go. No matter where he went, he would only walk in on some classes being taken place.

Yeah, he forgot that this place also counts as both a school and a sparring area. Which felt weird in case if some person was a jinchuriki and suddenly went vanishing world on their opponent. But hey, what does he know.

Walking around with his hands in his pockets as chaotic energies would surround him, he would come across a door in which he felt a strong presence behind. This must be the place! He swung the door wide open and flashed a smile at the first person that was within his point of view. It was an older man that Kureji doesn't know. His smile slowly faded with a look of confusion as he looked around the room. A young girl who was fidgeting with her hands. And another person.

At first, he had to do a double take. The man before him had similar looks to Kohana. Almost like they must be brother and sister. Kureji remembered the man well enough. The twelfth Kazekage. He never quite caught a name other than what he has dubbed him. Glowy Dude.

Gee.... Now he's thinking about Kohana again and is now remembering how she kissed him and then ran away. That was the second reason why he was at the Toraono Dojo. To get his mind off of that night. He has strong feelings for her but after she ran away, he wondered if he was being too pushy for her and that's why she panicked. He sure hopes that's not the reason. He still owes her an apology but she seems to be avoiding him.

He would face away from everyone as he would make his way towards the door, "My b. I'm just lost. Don't mind me." He would look at the older guy, "Gramps. Take care and drink lots of milk."

 

[Sabaku Rika]

Rika did not need to be here, but she wanted to be. When she heard there would be a lesson on the history of Suna, she had to be there. She loved expanding her knowledge; the more she knew, the more she could rub it in everyone else's face that she was better. She also wanted to observe and see who else would arrive. The rosters were full of genin, and students she hadn't met yet, and she just wanted to check what was up anyway. Two birds with one stone.

Rika showed up as others were. She was wearing a pair of botan pants and a loose button-up. Casual, since she didn't expect to get into a fight. Not like she wouldn't be ready for one, she didn't need any gear to kick ass. It was just helpful. Her jet-black hair was down; her jade-green eyes scanned the classroom. She passed the weird dude who looked like he was in the wrong place, about to leave. She pulled out a small pocket notebook and a pen, scribbling on the page to make sure the ink was still good. Her feet didn't touch the ground.

After she got settled in, she gave Shin a half wave before looking down at her little notebook. She was in the far back, ready to take note, or nap maybe. She would try to stay awake. But it wasn't like she was required to be here either.

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[OOC Rika is here just for the vibes, you can skip her if need be.]

 

[Hokkyoku Yuka]

This class was marked as required. Yuka saw it on the schedule. This class seemed easy enough. She hoped she would not see the six armed freak again. Or the sunshine boy. As she entered she noticed the adult who entered, looked like a lost dog, then turn to leave. She glanced at the old man, then at the Kazekage. She then looked at the person who was about to leave.
"Annoying," She muttered as she brushed passed him and took a seat, and looked at the board. Yuka took a seat in the front, one seat away from the old man.

Tradition, the very thing that this village lived on. ties, chains, being a Hokkyoku, traditions weren't something she really knew. Settling wasn't her family's way after all. THings shifted and changed with the sands. Still she had to be here. For now. She wondered if she would see Sabishii here. After all it was 'required'.

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