Hissori always loved helping new children on their path to become a shinobi. It was one of the few jobs that he would do instead of running his hospital and the village. Today though was a different type of day that Hissori normally encountered within the Spartan Academy. Normally, the medical sennin was in charge of the larger classes. These lectures mostly involved teaching the basic of the medical world, or just basic shinobi life issues.
However, today Hissori was doing a favor for another teacher and instead was teaching a one on one lesson. Without any real lesson plan, Hissori had set out early in the morning towards the academy. The sun had still yet to rise when the man had entered the training facility. Hissori was wearing his normal dark black button down shirt, and his white silk tie. Combined with his black business slacks, and the brown boots that stopped Hissori from sinking into the mud that lined the streets, Hissori did not seem the type of person that should be teaching here.
However, leaning in front of a large pole, Hissori was just humming reading over a file as he waited for Buru to return with breakfast. Of course Hissori was really waiting for the student to arrive with what he designated as a crazy name. He’d never say that outloud though.
“Thanks Buru.” Hissori mumbled to the large white wolfdog that seemed to pad over next to him and lift up a brown paper bag. With a rub of his head, Hissori took the bag out of the wolf’s mouth as he peaked in to the bag. He’d huff a bit and shot a glare at the dog.
“You know these things will kill you right?” Hissori said pulling out a large pink frosted doughnut the dog had seemingly bought for himself. With a bit of scoff at the reply the dog made, Hissori dropped the doughtnut into his mouth leaving Hissori sit there and eat his buttered bagel, and sugared coffee himself as he waited for the new student to arrive.
However, today Hissori was doing a favor for another teacher and instead was teaching a one on one lesson. Without any real lesson plan, Hissori had set out early in the morning towards the academy. The sun had still yet to rise when the man had entered the training facility. Hissori was wearing his normal dark black button down shirt, and his white silk tie. Combined with his black business slacks, and the brown boots that stopped Hissori from sinking into the mud that lined the streets, Hissori did not seem the type of person that should be teaching here.
However, leaning in front of a large pole, Hissori was just humming reading over a file as he waited for Buru to return with breakfast. Of course Hissori was really waiting for the student to arrive with what he designated as a crazy name. He’d never say that outloud though.
“Thanks Buru.” Hissori mumbled to the large white wolfdog that seemed to pad over next to him and lift up a brown paper bag. With a rub of his head, Hissori took the bag out of the wolf’s mouth as he peaked in to the bag. He’d huff a bit and shot a glare at the dog.
“You know these things will kill you right?” Hissori said pulling out a large pink frosted doughnut the dog had seemingly bought for himself. With a bit of scoff at the reply the dog made, Hissori dropped the doughtnut into his mouth leaving Hissori sit there and eat his buttered bagel, and sugared coffee himself as he waited for the new student to arrive.