The Culling [Class; Full]

[Uri]

[col]Kurisu was still adjusting to the new village; the broken remains of what it once was. Having left Sunagakure originally when it was still above ground, when it seemed perfect, but under threat to come home to the safe haven a destroyed mess was as jarring as learning that the Plague Preserves had succeeded in their attacks regardless of his efforts. More disturbing was that many of the village's defenders had failed it at the start and struggled to recover. He wasn't sure what happened to the Sand forces, but their leadership hadn't seemed prepared.

The only way to make sure this wouldn't happen again was to prepare the next generation, to instill the skills to annihilate whole factions, not just single targets. To provide them with the methodical mental pathways to see where and how to strike.

"Baby steps...they are just children. Something lighter today shall be good", he thought to himself.

White chalk in hand, he scrawls his name across the board: Ametsuchi Kurisu

And next to it, in big bold letters he scribbled to fill in: History of Sunagakure and The First Men

Learning from the past was an excellent way to prevent similar mistakes from repeating; it seemed he needed to refresh their current leaders on their history a bit. Kurisu knew he was being a harsh critic of the current command structure, but as an ANBU whose life had been dedicated to protecting the village at any cost, he was remiss to see such poor efforts by the generation after his. Being locked away in a prison cell for twenty years had only set him back a small amount, despite the grand number. More ANBU, more med-nin, more shinobi capable of fighting the good fight would arise and it would be through his efforts that they did so.

Today the tenured ANBU wore a white button up dress shirt, a dark black vest with gray pinstripes, matching black slacks, polished leather boots, and secured around his waist, where it had been since his escaping fire country, was the broken katana comfortably resting in its sheath. Uniformity wasn't required, but how one presented themselves did reflect on them and the kind of person they were.

The posting for his class had been put up a day in advance, with the time and room number.

Class Available -- Room 36 -- 0630 -- Late Attendance will not be tolerated -- Be on time -- A. Kurisu

Now he waited, standing at the front of the classroom, just adjacent to his desk, hand clasped firmly behind his back. Kurisu was not a "fun" person, but he was exceptional at what he did. The class would be...informative.

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Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof|

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[Hansame]

Re: The Culling [Class]

Noroi walked to another class, this time with a new teacher. He thought about what it would be like, with the new teacher and style. Wondering what he'd learn, he walked in nervously. When he walked in, the first thing he saw was the teacher. Suddenly, he felt intimidated and underdressed. Wearing only his favorite shirt and a pair of somewhat worn pants, he felt a little embarrassed even though he just saw his teacher, not even talked to him yet. Noroi shook his head at himself and looked up

"H-hello sir, n-nice to m-meet y-you, I-I'm n-Noroi..." He stammered, scratching the deep scar on his windpipe "sorry" he added instinctively. Noroi then sat down near the middle row of desks, thinking about friends. He still hadn't gotten put into a squad or team yet, and that was beginning to worry him. He wondered if there were other lone acadamy students, waiting to be placed in a team. He hoped so.
Another thought popped up in his head. What kind of shinobi would he be? He had heard of shinobi who used bugs. Hat intrigued him. Maybe he'll ask the teacher later

 

[Tori]

Re: The Culling [Class]

A scrappy, raven-haired girl entered the room. She probably wouldn't have looked so inclined to scrappiness if she wasn't wearing that weighted apparel, or appearing so disordered in general. At least her bearing was calm.

Dai quietly eyed the board, her face with naught but curiosity. History. She remembered being told that history was good for weeding out stupid. Never-mind who even told her, or even how badly she paraphrased the advice, the point is that she'd finally be forced to act on the suggestion! Her wide eyes shifted to Kurisu before long and it struck her that she should take her seat.

Daichi quickly walked to the closest desk and pulled her notepad and pencil from her hammer space. Her hands already braced the objects for the sake of writing, but she suddenly paused and looked among the desks. Another student had arrived before her and sat a few seats away.

 

[Hansame]

Re: The Culling [Class]

Noroi's eyes drifted to the girl sitting a few desks away from him. He stared for a second, and then hastily got out paper and a pencil. He thought about all the history he could remember, but only a couple of dates popped into his head. He looked around some more. It was only the two students and the teacher so far. He then tried to find the nerve to talk to the girl

"E-Er, h-hello, I-I'm n-Noroi, n-nice to m-meet you" he said, smiling nervously. Geez, he thought, what a terrible first introduction, he thought angrily at himself, but oh well, can't turn back time. He then proceeded to neaten up his area and calm himself for the upcoming class.

As he thought about class, he noticed he was scratching his windpipe scar again. The scar. So many terrible memories lurked within it, and Noroi tried to shake it off, but the began to come back, he started to remember the hallucinations. So much blood. He shook his head again and the memories faded back to the dark corner in his mind

 

[Koizumi Mao]

Re: The Culling [Class]

Now that he's become more familiarized with the academy, the boy figured he should be taking part in more than a single class. Catching the posting of the available class in time, he took note of the single rule that the bulletin displayed along with it. Be on time. Thinking back to his tardiness to his first class, he knew that he wouldn't last long as a shinobi if a habit like that continued. He would have to be sure to repeat that to himself on his way there in order to make sure he wouldn't get lost in his thoughts as easily as usual.

When the day came, he managed to get himself up and on his way to the Foundation Complex with some extra time to spare. With the weighted clothing his first instructor ordered him to keep, getting from point A to B was far more difficult than it used to be. Perhaps soon it will start getting easier for him, and all of the hard work he's been enduring will start to pay off. Navigating his way through the halls, he did his best to ignore further thoughts of his physical training by mentally repeating the same number over and over. 36, 36, 36.

Finally, he would reach the desperately sought room! And with some time to spare before the class began, no less! A new personal milestone reached as he stepped through the threshold and into the classroom. If their presentation reflected what kind of person they were, then Arata may have been sending some mixed signals. His most noticeable feature would be the large circular glasses that covered nearly half of his face, light from the room glinting from it's opaque lenses. His clothing, however, looked as if he'd forgotten to change after training, the ensemble clearly weighted down with enough pressure that it affected each step he took.

The boy first looked up at his new instructor at the head of the room, glancing across the board in order to catch a glimpse of some of the required information for the course. History? He had shown competence at these sort of courses before, though he's had more than his fair share of trouble when it came to listening to long lectures. It seems he may have to struggle to keep himself from being burrowed too far into his mind to catch the important details of his teacher's lessons. Next, his view sweeped out toward the classroom, taking note of the other two students that had arrived before him. While he'd never seen the other boy before, the short raven-haired girl was immediately recognized as one of those that were in attendance of his first class. A small nod was offered toward her in recognition, should the two actually exchange a glance.

He walked across the room, weaving between a few of the desks in order to take a seat at the back of the class. While that sort of placement was assumed to be reserved for those that wanted to be obscured so they could either fall asleep or goof off, he found that sitting at the back of the classroom made it much easier to take stock of everything around him. He doesn't have eyes on the back of his head, after all. After situating himself at his desk, his body was finally allowed to relax itself from having to carry the heavy burden of his clothing, calmly staring forward at their instructor as he patiently awaited for their lesson to begin.

Spoiler

Reference to what the training gi looks like, courtesy of Chikara Homura, with his clan's name on the front and back.

 

[Kazumi]

Re: The Culling [Class]

Late? How could she be late! She couldn't be late! The short haired blonde youth did her best to run through the halls of the academy as fast as her feet would let her. Coming to a corner she attempted to round it, but the added weight of her training gi caused her to continue on past it a few feet before coming to a quick stop. That stop was unfortunately caused by another taller male student being sent to the ground as she rebounded off him.

“Sorry!” She called out before hurriedly pulling back and heading down the corridor without offering him a second look. She didn't have time to be polite right now, and even though her lungs burned she didn't even have time to rest. The numbers on the classrooms counted down in front of her as she ran. Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five, Thirty-six! She pressed her feet harder against the ground as she attempted to make a better stop than she had before.

Thankfully she managed to go without crashing into another student, and with sweat dripping down her face and breathing so heavy it looked like she had been running for her life Yumi stumbled into the room wearing the same styled outfit that Daichi and Arata wore. Unfortunately it was all she had with her, forgetting to bring any supplies in her haste...

She wobbled and stumbled her way into the room, grabbing the nearest desk which happened to be in the front corner of the desk before collapsing into it with a loud screeching sound as the chair legs scraped against the floor. She didn't even have any energy left to look around the room to notice anyone or anything as the desperate struggle for more life giving air to fill her lungs consumed the exhausted young girl.

 

[Amagi Saieko]

Re: The Culling [Class]

Saieko was not in the mood to be very kind hearted today since she was up all night before in class of all things and was given a weighted outfit to boot and honestly people this outfit was not the easiest thing to accessorize either. Bright freak in orange she might as well been a road sign for cryin out loud. It was homework from her last class honestly she didn’t want to talk about it much more since the teach was a total creeper. She wondered about this new class who their teacher would be and how he would handle things. She was a street rat after all most of the other kids came from well to do families and money and even had parents to guide them or older siblings. She walked into the class with her hair in up in a pony tail. She was already sweaty from the trip over to the school. She was a hot mess, and felt like one too. Walking in she saw Dai and the werid glasses guy from her last class along with Yumi. She nodded to all three of them and took her seat by a window. She opened the window and let the wind rush in as she aired out a bit. Ther was also a new guy in the class and of course a rather dashing looking man that stood at the head of the class in a professional manner and well-dressed to boot. Giving a slow whistle {like one would hear a girl giving a guy who was dressed to kill at a party the woot-woo} Finally a teacher that might actually succeed in teaching us kids a decent lesson. Hiya teach how ya doin today? with that she sat back putting one arm over the back of her seat and one arm on the table portion of the desk letting the air run through her cooling her off her legs were straight out in front of her. This orange Gi was heavy and did not breath well. She didn’t like it but to trudge through the caves of suna with it on to get to a class with the air being dry she worked up quite a sweat getting here. Now she had a smirk on her face at how she must look to the other teacher. Would he automatically assume that she was a problem because she didn’t look professional nor let others trod on her spirit. Ya she was loud and boisterous, but right now with no sleep , and very sore and sweaty she just dint care at the moment what others thought about her. She was in school which was better than most of the kids down in the rough part of the hidden village had. Not to mention she did alright by herself. She wasn’t starving the jobs she pulled really helped put food on her table. Thinking about her latest job she gave relieved sigh at how much money she made. Not to mention the air was just what the doctor ordered.

 

[Uri]

((OOC: This filled up quickly! For the sake of keeping it less cluttered, I think I will keep it to just the five of you. If an on-looker still wishes to join before I post, PM me first and I'll see about making an exception =p I will post every 48 hours, or when all five of you have posted after me, completing the round.))

 

[Hansame]

Noroi watched as the other students came in quietly. They all seemed to be wearing the same training uniform. Orange, bright, and something about it made him wonder if anything was special about it? Was it weighted or something? The other classmates seemed to notice each other, nodding or saying hi. Noroi was alone. He didn't mind, he was used to it, he just felt out of place when other people were around. It just felt, akward, being the odd one out. Maybe in a week, a month, maybe a year? Oh, the wondering was killing him

Nervously scratching his scar, he said to himself, barely above a whisper "I'll g-get friends b-before I d-die, I p-promise..."
It seemed like a hopeless dream, but he couldn't hope in much else. He watched as the last student came in, a girl. She looked very confident. "Wonder if I could ever be confident.." He thought hopefully. Suddenly, his scratching broke some of the skin on his windpipe scar, and the bleeding started.
"Oh, not again.." He thought to himself, "now the blood's getting on the shirt...". Noroi put a tissue on the half open scar and tried to stop the bleeding. This was going to be a long class

 

[Uri]

((OoC: Please try and keep posting to once a round! Keeps the flow more even.))

IC:

They were a motley crew to say the least, and it was difficult to miss the bright orange training gi most of them wore being the eye sore that it was. For someone who liked clean and refined, it was as tacky as tacky got. Not that kids had any taste at that age anyway. The embroidered clan emblem on the upper breast stood out; Chikara, a clan of old guards that were famous for their swordsmen and defense of the original nomads before Sunagakure was founded. He would have to work that into the lesson and find the teacher who forced these uniforms onto the students to teach him a thing or two about subtly. On quiet steps, Kurisu would approach the door to the classroom and slide it shut as the last student settled in. All but one were silent, and the one that wasn't sure was spirited despite the exhaustion that seemed to be settling in. Returning to the same position at the front of the class, he cleared his thought before speaking, his voice even, cool, but projecting so that none misunderstood him.

"I am Ametsuchi Kurisu and today we will be learning about this village's past, where it came from and how it came to be. More importantly, we will be reviewing major conflicts of the previous regimes and discussing the impact of their decisions and what, if anything, could have been done better."<i></i> There was a brief pause and his gaze turned onto Saieko, "And I am fine, especially since everyone has arrived on time."<i></i>

Not missing a beat, he removed a small circular case from a belt pouch and placed it on the desk of Noroi. Etched onto the cover was a worn name composed of medical jargon, but the red cross on it said enough about it; a balm created from some of the local flora of Wind Country that would stymie the bleeding. With that gift came a stern look, one that said 'Stop picking at it.', much like a scolding parent might. Those little ticks were bad habits to carry with them into the future and would be punishing in the long wrong.

Then he started his lecture.

"Sunagakure is composed of many clans and these clans are responsible for its survival to this day. Whether they be descended from The First Men, Sand's original ancestors, come from other parts of Wind Country, or simply from else where around the world, they have all helped shape and develop the village in some way. All of your families have a history and if you don't know it, you should take the time to learn it. Mistakes of our ancestors are how we avoid making them again in the future."<i></i> Forming a basic tiger seals, the chalk lines on the boards wiped themselves away and a massive list of clan names scrawled themselves across the white board, filling it edge to edge. "These are some of the more prominent."<i></i>

A hand gestured to a singular name on the board: Chikara

"This is the clan whose symbol more than half of you bear currently. By wearing it, you represent them."<i></i> Dark, brown eyes moved between each student, observing them, "Do any of you know anything about this clan or what they've done for the village? Did the one responsible for making you wear those ridiculous outfits actually teach or just make you run laps? Moreover, what implications can come from someone representing a clan that they do not belong to, or have no loyalty to?"<i></i>

Harsh was a good word to describe Kurisu's assessment, but it was also calculated. If any of the children there had grown attached to sign of uniformity and togetherness it should have represented, their outspoken defense would say a lot. If no one knew and no one defended their other instructor, then he was just right. Either way, he gained new information about himself. In a new landscape, knowing nearly no one, this was the best way to get back into the network of the most knowledgeable.

Edit: Homura-> Chikara

 

[Hansame]

Noroi gratefully took the case with the red cross on it as well as the stern glance from the teacher, a hint not to pick at the scar again. Noroi nodded his head, applied the balm, and shrank down, embarrassed at his mistake.

"S-sorry sir, I-it won't h-happen again.." He said softly, then he began to listen to his lecture. As the teacher drew the symbol on the board, he looked around at the uniforms of the other students. Strange, they had the same symbol on their uniforms. Was this a coincidence or did the teacher plan this? No matter, he shook his head and continued to listen what the teacher had to say.

"Do you know about this clan or what they've done for the village?" The teacher asked the class. Noroi noticed that he was eying each of the students, mainly the ones wearing the uniforms. "I guessed he did plan this" Noroi thought. "No matter, I guess I can learn from this"

(Ooc: ok, sorry)

 

[Tori]

The squirrely girl was attentive, her gaze snapping from her notepad to the board and back again. In truth, her attempt at transcribing left a bit to be desired. She'd have to find a moment to go back and make sure she understood her own writing.

“Not nice things...” Daichi absentmindedly voiced in reply to the teacher's last question. Afterwards, she backtracked and confessed, “I learned a few things. Not so much people or names from the past. More like...combat basics.” The girl went over the question as frankly as she was able, unaware of being used as a knowledge sponge. Still, it wasn't as if the youth threw out leaflets of classified knowledge.

Dai smacked the bottom of her pencil on her chin, trying to think of answers for the other questions. Sadly, she didn't have them.

 

[Koizumi Mao]

He wasn't even sitting in his place for long before more students began to enter the room. His head turned to the new arrival, immediately recognizing the small ditzy figure that waddled her way inside. Watching her collapse forward onto the surface of her desk came to no surprise. At least this time she didn't flop face-first down onto the floor. Following soon after was the aspiring swordswoman - the student closer to his own age that also frequented their night classes. The glasses obscuring most of his face made it difficult to tell if Arata was well-rested or not, but at the very least he was alert, giving a nod to her in return before she took her seat ahead of him.

And then the class began, watching their instructor expectantly once he addressed the entire class. His syllabus seemed simple enough for him to handle, and quite informative too. Becoming more familiarized with the village's past was the best way to shape it's future, after all. His focus followed the well-dressed man to the one unfamiliar student in the room, placing something on his desk. What was that? He couldn't quite see what it said, but he did notice the red cross on the front. It was only then that he caught a glimpse of the red that began to stain the boy's shirt; blood coming from a scar on his neck that Arata couldn't help but find a little portentous. Was that kid in an accident when he was younger, or did someone attack him? He couldn't help but imagine some other-worldly entity seeking to finish what it started with the boy at the potential cost of his loved ones.

His incessant daydreaming quickly began taking priority over the lecture that Kurisu began, the teacher's clear tone fading into low mumbling that stumbled and found itself lost in the background of his mind, the forefront painting a picture of Noroi overcoming great tragedy and conflict to rid himself of the haunting presence hidden within that cursed scar. The only sense that remained in the present moment was his vision. He took in the sight of the white board magically clearing itself, followed by the busy scribbling of symbols on the board. When their instructor gestured to one symbol in particular, his gaze affixed to it. He'd seen that symbol somewhere before. But where?

"This is the clan whose symbol more than half of you bear currently." Those muffled words managed to stick and gain some clarity in his head, causing him to blink once beneath his glasses and snap back into reality. His head briefly turned down, spotting the very same symbol plastered onto his torso. That's where he saw it! His gaze quickly returned back to the teacher, listening to his questions with a blank look on his face. Taking a moment to mull over what he'd asked, he took the silence as an opportunity to answer, waiting a few moments after Daichi's open note before adding onto it. "They were given to us as an assignment. We're never supposed to take them off. The outfit's pretty heavy, so I guess it's so we can build some muscle."

 

[Amagi Saieko]

"Sunagakure is composed of many clans and these clans are responsible for its survival to this day. Whether they be descended from The First Men, Sand's original ancestors, come from other parts of Wind Country, or simply from else where around the world, they have all helped shape and develop the village in some way. All of your families have a history and if you don't know it, you should take the time to learn it. Mistakes of our ancestors are how we avoid making them again in the future."
"This is the clan whose symbol more than half of you bear currently. By wearing it, you represent them." Dark, brown eyes moved between each student, observing them, "Do any of you know anything about this clan or what they've done for the village? Did the one responsible for making you wear those ridiculous outfits actually teach or just make you run laps? Moreover, what implications can come from someone representing a clan that they do not belong to, or have no loyalty to?" Then her partner spoke next to answer this gruff lecture. “I learned a few things. Not so much people or names from the past. More like...combat basics.” next was the goofy glasses guy turn he spoke up with a little bit more truth then there enigmatic peer chose to let out."They were given to us as an assignment. We're never supposed to take them off. The outfit's pretty heavy, so I guess it's so we can build some muscle." This caused a groan to come from Saieko her feelings were really not on a history lesson but she understood the importance of it. Practically it was the only thing keeping her awake in this class. Seeing how she was already a hott mess and looked like a orange pilon cone. She was getting a bit frustrated with all these hoops she was having to jump through just because some teacher thought it be a good idea to let them wear the symbol of clan that was the royal guards or something. Opening her eyes they grew white hot, Shit she knew the mutation was going to show itself. She worked so hard to hide it, yes she was a foreigner and her mom and dad were mercenaries that never came back from one of the wars.(hence why she doesnt look like a Suna, White hair and all that) Her prism eyes refracted the light from the window on to the floor so a nice rainbow would be seen by all on the floor. Well the cat was out of the bag now.....

Well Teach, i personally think regardless of weather you belong to a clan by name or blood, is not futile at all if you believe in the same ideals as what they stood for then i would say that in a way you are carrying on there name. Now I dont know the ideals of this particular clan that we were forced to wear, but I see why we were put in these horrible looking things thoe. I saw the need to stress uniformity from our current state, and he was strict but he did teach us a small thing that would be we are no better then our weakest link aka all of us are a team. This may look like a punishment but it wasn't it was homework. I didn't like the way he taught it to us. That was my personal opinion thoe. Sai's white eyes refracted upon him as she spoke hoping she wasn't blinding him.


{OOC: sorry yall just a heads up I got my ocr stats back and so i have my BL now so sorry for it being a bit confusing rp wise with it but just wanted to let you know why i have my prism eyes now its not coming from left field i promise.)

 

[Kazumi]

Even as class commenced and the lecture began the young girl still was laying her upper body atop her desk as she sat. By the time her other classmates began to speak her breathing had began to get into a much more regulated pace. She picked her sweaty head off her desk and looked towards each of them in time, her mouth hanging slightly agape as she worked to take quicker, but not frantic as before, breaths.

Once everyone else had spoke their piece it was technically now onto Yumi's turn. However she, especially at the moment, felt no pleasant feelings towards this outfit, the other teacher, or gravity in general. Knowing that much she figured it would be best to keep her opinions to herself on such matters. For all she knew it might just be another stupid trap by the academy teachers to get them into trouble; this guy and the other were probably best friends for all she knew! Given all of that, she simply gave the teacher a meek shrug to signify that she was just a naive kid that she didn't know anything.

 

[Uri]

Kurisu hadn't been wrong in his assumptions then. They bore a symbol that none knew the history or meaning behind. Blinding following a cause or belief is as dangerous a rogue seeking to upset the balance of the known world. Most were about as timid as students seemed, not venturing further beyond a simple reply. Except for one, which was the same up-front student who had whistled at him earlier. Innocence of youth came with the advantage of being wrong and not being punished for it, to learn through error and sharpen focus. Whereas becoming older in the shinobi world meant a screw-up was your life, the last chance you would get to learn. Every moment was a chance to learn, to grow, to adapt. Small details about a person or things one didn't see but expected to see. The absence of something obvious was usually more troubling than the presence of an unusual object.

Such as the doujutsu gazing about the room. To the students it might have been unusual, but to a seasoned veteran such as Kurisu, it was no more odd than a cup of tea. Those of demonic, angelic, and ancient descent walked around Sunagakure without so much a second thought to their existence and others had grown to accept it as well.

"To address the response which challenged my own question: well done."<i></i> He said, adjusting his position to slightly more left of the room to show his attention was on Saieko. "But the implications of being a bearer do go deeper. A symbol, any symbol can unite a group with no ties or interests and bring them together. This is a tool that was used to unite the first original clans to form Sunagakure. Wearing an emblem in a village that separates by clan and doesn't recognize individuals opens them up to infiltration through simple disguise. If I had been wearing a similar gi, you all would have assumed I belonged to the same clan, yes? On the same note, it would allow me to sow seeds of unrest if I started performing terrible acts while sporting that symbol."<i></i>

Another quickly formed tiger seal and he would press his hand against the board, sweeping away the long list and bringing up another clan's name: Ametsuchi

"This is my clan, Ametsuchi, and we date back to the warriors of The First Men who slew the ancients. I follow my clan's ideals and beliefs, but I do not bear their symbol. I will only give as much information about myself as I want other people to know. As a shinobi whose spent a long life around many bad people, I've never wanted them to find Sunagakure or the Ametsuchi through my actions."<i></i> Another quick wave of invisible chakra through the chalk board and the Chikara clan symbol appeared once more.

"So you know and are not ignorant, allow me to teach you about the Chikara. They are the old guard of our village's most elder clans. When The First Men had finally beat back the Ancients responsible for our enslavement, those that were not warriors were protected by this clan of swordsman. Their steel and grit safeguarded our civilians while the remainder of our army sought refuge for them. Without them many would have perished to the harsh wilderness of Wind Country. They are a well-respected clan in review. As for their recent actions, I cannot speak for them. Make your own decisions from what you learn and build an opinion based on fact and not emotion."<i></i>

Casually, he leaned backwards against his desk, crossing his legs, letting a single hand come to rest on the hilt of his katana. It was important to realize that the things they wore, the words they spoke all belied information, whether it be large or small. By all means, Kurisu appeared plain, no remarkable features about him that would make him any easier to find than any other light-skinned, dark-haired individual in a cave-dwelling society. This time he performed two seals, but with a single hand; lesser versions of tiger and dog. Another wave of metaphysical energy washed over the board and in its places was left three words: THE OLD WORLD

"First of all, if at any point someone has a question, I encourage you to pose it. Stand first and address the class, not just me. If someone else knows the answer or thinks they do, feel free to respond. This is how we share our experiences and fix misconceptions. Thinking you're right and actually being right are vastly different things."<i></i> Being aggressive and asserting one's own intelligence was rare for younger children, but it could be taught and learned if given the chance. "What were the most prominent Ancient Courts?"<i></i>

One must first learn about one's enemies before learning how to kill them.

OOC:

Spoiler

An important note about posting order from my +decade of forum-based RP experience: Posting order is a courtesy, yes, but if it would make you late to a deadline, then skip it. My rule of thumb is this: unless the response of another person restricts my posting ability, I am free to post. If shinobi A needs an answer to question from Shinobi B, and Shinobi B has not posted. It's not likely Shinobi A will post without that information. However, Shinobi C, who is reliant on neither A's or B's responses can post before either.

For instance, in this class, I am the anchor point everyone waits for before replying since you require my information before being able to post. But, if Yumi were to ask Saieko a question this round, Yumi would have to wait for Saieko to post again before being able to respond herself.

Hopefully that all makes sense ^_^;

 

[Hansame]

"First of all, if at any point someone has a question, I encourage you to pose it. Stand first and address the class, not me. If someone else knows the answer or thinks they do, feel free to respond. This is how we share our experiences and fix our misconceptions. Thinking you're right and actually being right are vastly different things." The teacher Kurisu said.

Noroi listened in on this. "So we were allowed to openly ask our questions? Maybe I should" he thought. But then considered the consequences for doing so. "Would they laugh? What if I say something wrong? Maybe I shouldn't answer" he continued to think. His hand subconsciously reached for his scar, but he realized it and lowered his hand. He didn't want another stern glance from his teacher.

A thought popped into Noroi's head "how am I supposed to make friends if I'm always In this shell?" He thought. Maybe he'd be wrong but it would better than not trying at all. Taking a deep breath, he stood up and quietly said:

"S-sorry I-if this is wr-wrong, but w-were they th-the f-first r-recorded cl-clans sir?"

His cheeks started to flush with embarrassment and Noroi shrank back down into his desk with his head looking down nervously, afraid of his failure for trying to answer the question. He wanted to scratch the deep scar on his windpipe, but he was even more afraid of the the teacher's stern looks pointed towards him.

 

[Kazumi]

The girl absently nodded along as the teacher spoke, her eyes perking up each time he did some ninja magic to manipulate the board. Now that would be something worth learning! It wouldn't have any piratical use outside of parlor tricks or a classroom, but at least it would be more useful than stuff that happened millions of billions of years ago... or at least that was how long ago it seemed to her. It did not help matters that she was not even a native of the village.

She waited a moment until the stuttering kid finished talking before she pushed herself to a stand, her muscles still aching under the weight of the gi. “I have a question.” She proclaimed to get Kurisu's attention, “can you show us how to do that? The thing with the chalk?” It had absolutely nothing to do with the lesson, but it was a question and she actually did seem quite interested in it.

A moment passed before she added in, as if an afterthought, “oh and... Sun, Desert and... Heat or something like that.” As far as she knew, and believed, it was all myths and stories anyway. It wouldn't have been too hard to guess what stuff desert dwellers would find important out in the dry hot sunny desert. She looked back towards the others as she gave the answer to the teacher before she looked back up to him expectantly again. She would continue to stand until he would give his response, though she hoped it would come in the form of lessons on her 'practical' question.

 

[Amagi Saieko]

Sai glowered at the teacher as he spoke of a clan whose emblem they had been forced to wear. Then upon further lecture the teacher spoke of his own clan. She keyed in on how he spoke of what it meant to wear and broadcast ones emblem. "This is my clan, Ametsuchi, and we date back to the warriors of The First Men who slew the ancients. I follow my clan's ideals and beliefs, but I do not bear their symbol. I will only give as much information about myself as I want other people to know. As a shinobi whose spent a long life around many bad people, I've never wanted them to find Sunagakure or the Ametsuchi through my actions." his words where something that struct a small cord in the young shinobi. Reminiscent of something her guardian taught her long before he passed away. This was what she called loyalty and fealty were admirable. "What were the most prominent Ancient Courts?" Sai saw the meek boy try to answer this in the best way he knew how. "S-sorry I-if this is wr-wrong, but w-were they th-the f-first r-recorded cl-clans sir?" then of course Yumi chan was stirring in her day dream just enough to key in on the fact he was using ninjitsu to write on the board at the beginning of each topic they discussed. She asked if he could show her and them how to use it. Sai smirked as she saw the wheels turning in her head about the only thing she cared about. Sai tried to save her fellow teammate and stood to take the attention off her speaking up first posing a question of her own. Sensei one thing that I noticed was you wrote on the board the words Old world and then asked us to tell you about the first courts in the old world. Seeing how we never have received this information at best all we can give is a speculation at best is that what you want? You spoke about two of the first clans. Now I know the definition of clan and courts are two different things so without further reference material I don’t think anyone in this class would be able to answer you correctly. I can tell you that I know of one other clan in Suna they were transplants like myself. One was of the branch Seishou the other was the Fujikaru in there alliance they formed one big prominate clan called the Jenosaido. The only reason I know of this clan is because my mother and father were both part of one of the two branches. My mother was a priestess (shrine maiden as some would know it as.) My father was of part of the other clan that carried a bloodline. The Fujikaru were known to carry bloodlines and the Seishou were people that carried strong techniques down from one to the next. Would that make me of the clan Fujikaru then or would I belong to the clan that my bloodline came from as most would know it as Tsuchimikado ?

 

[Tori]

Dai finished writing down the information she thought she'd need. There was plenty enough being asked currently, whether or not it was relevant was another issue. She eyed those speaking with curious and wide eyes. At the same time, her hand still scribbled on the borders of her paper. The current symbols were more meaningless shapes than anything else, however.