Matsu sat quietly behind a desk in the actual academy. While he was more likely to physically abuse his students than teach depending on the day, he had felt that a mental exercise was worth far more than just beating them into a place of submission. Slowly he'd raise himself from his seat and write his name in a very crude way upon the board. His penmanship was most definitely not the best. However, written upon the board was [Takahashi Matsu with their clan symbol sketched exceptionally well below it. What he lacked in formal writing skills with laziness he made up for well with his artistic talents. After writing his name he would sit back down and wrap his fingers around a desert apple before lifting it to his face and biting into it. What a pleasant weakness to love such a glorious fruit. So bitter. So reminding. And so he would wait.
[This class has 4 slots to fill. I will post a mod every 24 hours after I have decided to begin the class. You have that long to post. Please be aware that this class will not accept tardy posts. The first time you are tardy, you'll be warned. The next time you fail.]
[This class has 4 slots to fill. I will post a mod every 24 hours after I have decided to begin the class. You have that long to post. Please be aware that this class will not accept tardy posts. The first time you are tardy, you'll be warned. The next time you fail.]