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The Academy, one of the few safe-havens left in Sunagakure since the Cabal attacked. The structure was not necessarily fortified, perhaps it was because the anarchists had a sense of decency and ethics and refused to attack Sunan youth. Many families have taken to sleeping in the corridors, taking educational spaces and creating temporary living quarters. Education for many of the children took a back seat to the chaos. Aburabuta Hirotomi, a famed philanthropist had invited the public to a demonstration earlier today, it resulted in at least one death and the severe injury of several others. Nobody could be trusted, not the rich, nor the famous, not even the superior officers. Everyone was out for number one.
Strange, there is a class today.
Chozu Hideki, Chuunin-level shinobi. Quiet, some would even say reserved. Many considered him a genius, despite his youth he has quickly ascended to the rank of Chuunin and today was his tenth birthday. He wanted to give something back, in this time of turmoil and tribulation, there were good people left in Sunagakure. Suna needed more people ready to right the Cabal or at the very least defend themselves against this invasive force.
[legend="[b]The Sign:[/b]"]
He could not do much, but several signs adhered to the walls of the Grand Hall of Learning invited inquiring minds to the janitor closet. Cleaning supplies strewn into the halls and the space was left empty except for a three-legged chair and a pair of overturned milk crates. This was going to be a low-budget class. He had no chalk, but he had a permanent marker and he had already started writing notes on the bare walls. He was a terrible artist, his best work involved stick figures that shown secondary sex characteristics. This was his second best work. Sure, not a very educational scene but what could someone expect from such an impromptu educational session.
He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, hacky-sack in hand he sat there waiting for anyone to show up. Maybe he'd get lucky and only hot girls would show up. That would be nice, he heard that shinobi chicks can get pretty freaky. He smoothed his hair with his hands and checked his breath on his palm. Someone was coming. Hopefully it was someone hot.
"Come on in, shut the door behind you," his voice hopeful as he craned his neck to have a good look. If the student was a chick, even a mediocre-looking one his day was at least going in the right direction. Beggars cannot be choosers, most shinobi girls were dogs anyway. Bow-wow. If it was a dude, meh... he was used to the sausage fest. He'd be productive, it was his fault for offering a class. His yellow smiley-face hacky sack bounced off his hand and rolled into the hall. "Grab my ball for me while your at it, and if you are cute you can grab..." his voice trailed off as he waited for his first student to enter.
The Academy, one of the few safe-havens left in Sunagakure since the Cabal attacked. The structure was not necessarily fortified, perhaps it was because the anarchists had a sense of decency and ethics and refused to attack Sunan youth. Many families have taken to sleeping in the corridors, taking educational spaces and creating temporary living quarters. Education for many of the children took a back seat to the chaos. Aburabuta Hirotomi, a famed philanthropist had invited the public to a demonstration earlier today, it resulted in at least one death and the severe injury of several others. Nobody could be trusted, not the rich, nor the famous, not even the superior officers. Everyone was out for number one.
Strange, there is a class today.
Chozu Hideki, Chuunin-level shinobi. Quiet, some would even say reserved. Many considered him a genius, despite his youth he has quickly ascended to the rank of Chuunin and today was his tenth birthday. He wanted to give something back, in this time of turmoil and tribulation, there were good people left in Sunagakure. Suna needed more people ready to right the Cabal or at the very least defend themselves against this invasive force.
[legend="[b]The Sign:[/b]"]
CLASS TODAY: JANITOR'S CLOSET 12 NOON.
EVERYONE IS WELCOME!
[/legend]EVERYONE IS WELCOME!
He could not do much, but several signs adhered to the walls of the Grand Hall of Learning invited inquiring minds to the janitor closet. Cleaning supplies strewn into the halls and the space was left empty except for a three-legged chair and a pair of overturned milk crates. This was going to be a low-budget class. He had no chalk, but he had a permanent marker and he had already started writing notes on the bare walls. He was a terrible artist, his best work involved stick figures that shown secondary sex characteristics. This was his second best work. Sure, not a very educational scene but what could someone expect from such an impromptu educational session.
He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, hacky-sack in hand he sat there waiting for anyone to show up. Maybe he'd get lucky and only hot girls would show up. That would be nice, he heard that shinobi chicks can get pretty freaky. He smoothed his hair with his hands and checked his breath on his palm. Someone was coming. Hopefully it was someone hot.
"Come on in, shut the door behind you," his voice hopeful as he craned his neck to have a good look. If the student was a chick, even a mediocre-looking one his day was at least going in the right direction. Beggars cannot be choosers, most shinobi girls were dogs anyway. Bow-wow. If it was a dude, meh... he was used to the sausage fest. He'd be productive, it was his fault for offering a class. His yellow smiley-face hacky sack bounced off his hand and rolled into the hall. "Grab my ball for me while your at it, and if you are cute you can grab..." his voice trailed off as he waited for his first student to enter.