[Topic Entered NPC Headmaster.]
After hearing the response the older gentlemen thanked the person he had inquired to and left making his way back to his office before he sat down at his desk staring at the door. With confirmation that the new students had been notified the man, an educator of several years, waited behind the solid dark wood desk sitting upright and surveyed his office, sparse to say the least came to mind when thinking from the point of view of a new student. But there were no distractions for him or any students that came to visit. He had opted to focus on functionality since he had no reason really to display past accomplishments only thoughts of a future. Taking a moment he watched the sunlight come through the blinds bathing the office in a soft light.
Tapping his desk with an index finger he shifted his hands eventually came together at the tips his elbows resting on the edge of his desk. A well worn face stare at the inside of his door, a prominent moustache was stroked as he waited. Still sporting black hair it feathered back into points following the line of his temples slightly peppered with grey.
He wondered if any of these new students might end up a fatality during training. Not that it would blemish the reputation of the academy it would mean to him the children of this generation were just slightly weaker than the previous.
The students would hear stories from anyone who had gone to the Academy in the past few decades of him. Although he may look like a man in his mid forties he was supposedly in his late fifties possibly sixties. To his face no one was bold enough or foolish enough to call him it but behind his back where people though he couldn’t hear they had nicknamed him. Headmaster Hidoi, The Cruel Commandant. It was said he knew what the students referred to him as and in truth he really didn’t care, he wasn’t there to be their friend. Ultimately his job was to get them trained so they didn’t get themselves killed.
Although recently things had changed slightly in the school he felt for the most part things were the same to him as an educator in the Villlage Hidden in the Stone. Death was a certainty in the field, some sooner than others. Harsh training for harsh situations was needed; some said it lead to a harsh life. He opted to remind those people that meant they were still living though spitting in Death’s face one more day.
He growled slightly. He didn’t expect the students to pop into his office magically but the sooner they got here the sooner they’d start to get molded into full fledged ninja of Iwa. Unlocking the unlimited potential of students was actually the only reason he hadn’t retired fully after active service to the village.
In front of his desk there sat four chairs, outside his office a bench big enough for three large adults was against the wall.
(OoC: Feel free to come in as you like, a private discussion or group briefing works either way.)
After hearing the response the older gentlemen thanked the person he had inquired to and left making his way back to his office before he sat down at his desk staring at the door. With confirmation that the new students had been notified the man, an educator of several years, waited behind the solid dark wood desk sitting upright and surveyed his office, sparse to say the least came to mind when thinking from the point of view of a new student. But there were no distractions for him or any students that came to visit. He had opted to focus on functionality since he had no reason really to display past accomplishments only thoughts of a future. Taking a moment he watched the sunlight come through the blinds bathing the office in a soft light.
Tapping his desk with an index finger he shifted his hands eventually came together at the tips his elbows resting on the edge of his desk. A well worn face stare at the inside of his door, a prominent moustache was stroked as he waited. Still sporting black hair it feathered back into points following the line of his temples slightly peppered with grey.
He wondered if any of these new students might end up a fatality during training. Not that it would blemish the reputation of the academy it would mean to him the children of this generation were just slightly weaker than the previous.
The students would hear stories from anyone who had gone to the Academy in the past few decades of him. Although he may look like a man in his mid forties he was supposedly in his late fifties possibly sixties. To his face no one was bold enough or foolish enough to call him it but behind his back where people though he couldn’t hear they had nicknamed him. Headmaster Hidoi, The Cruel Commandant. It was said he knew what the students referred to him as and in truth he really didn’t care, he wasn’t there to be their friend. Ultimately his job was to get them trained so they didn’t get themselves killed.
Although recently things had changed slightly in the school he felt for the most part things were the same to him as an educator in the Villlage Hidden in the Stone. Death was a certainty in the field, some sooner than others. Harsh training for harsh situations was needed; some said it lead to a harsh life. He opted to remind those people that meant they were still living though spitting in Death’s face one more day.
He growled slightly. He didn’t expect the students to pop into his office magically but the sooner they got here the sooner they’d start to get molded into full fledged ninja of Iwa. Unlocking the unlimited potential of students was actually the only reason he hadn’t retired fully after active service to the village.
In front of his desk there sat four chairs, outside his office a bench big enough for three large adults was against the wall.
(OoC: Feel free to come in as you like, a private discussion or group briefing works either way.)