Still stationed in Kumogakure, Hon reflected on his first… and last class. Well, not last as in the last one he’d ever make, but last time… which was his first time- y-you knew what he meant.
Holding a Channeling class indoors was a bad idea. A lot of windows were smashed apart as a result, but he got off the hook in the end… except Mirō was there. Now that mentally killed him – showing such subpar skills in front of his Sennin. Regardless of how insignificant that class was to the corps known as ANBU, it was still a duty, a responsibility – and he could’ve done better. For the sake of the students, and for the sake of himself.
But… maybe he could redeem himself with this next class. He’d already made sure to register at the Academy that a class was being held in the Ancient Forest by a Jōnin named Hyūga Honnou. The class aimed at improving maneuverability, a beneficial skill when traveling, going into hiding or utilizing one’s surroundings in the heat of battle.
Hon found himself in the depths of the Ancient Forest, surrounded by tall trees, shrubbery, branches stretching out in all directions, and precipices native to these regions. It was no surprise – Kumogakure was pretty much sitting on a mountain range, although it had flattened out over the years thanks to development. These wilder areas would prove to be the ultimate parkour course, and Hon patiently awaited his students’ arrival, having granted those interested a map to his exact position.
As for appearances… well, Hon wasn’t an official teahcer at the Academy, so he wore his white Tai Chi shirt and black kempo leggings as usual. But anyone who knew him would recognize his mismatched pair of a crystal-blue left eye and a matted, lavender right eye… but most of all, that one, stark red bang of hair on the middle of his hairline.
[OOC: Planning to post again on 17-11-2023, then keep a 7-day rotation going due to the number of students present. By all means, reach out to me if shit happens.]
Holding a Channeling class indoors was a bad idea. A lot of windows were smashed apart as a result, but he got off the hook in the end… except Mirō was there. Now that mentally killed him – showing such subpar skills in front of his Sennin. Regardless of how insignificant that class was to the corps known as ANBU, it was still a duty, a responsibility – and he could’ve done better. For the sake of the students, and for the sake of himself.
But… maybe he could redeem himself with this next class. He’d already made sure to register at the Academy that a class was being held in the Ancient Forest by a Jōnin named Hyūga Honnou. The class aimed at improving maneuverability, a beneficial skill when traveling, going into hiding or utilizing one’s surroundings in the heat of battle.
Hon found himself in the depths of the Ancient Forest, surrounded by tall trees, shrubbery, branches stretching out in all directions, and precipices native to these regions. It was no surprise – Kumogakure was pretty much sitting on a mountain range, although it had flattened out over the years thanks to development. These wilder areas would prove to be the ultimate parkour course, and Hon patiently awaited his students’ arrival, having granted those interested a map to his exact position.
As for appearances… well, Hon wasn’t an official teahcer at the Academy, so he wore his white Tai Chi shirt and black kempo leggings as usual. But anyone who knew him would recognize his mismatched pair of a crystal-blue left eye and a matted, lavender right eye… but most of all, that one, stark red bang of hair on the middle of his hairline.
[OOC: Planning to post again on 17-11-2023, then keep a 7-day rotation going due to the number of students present. By all means, reach out to me if shit happens.]
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