Akkuma stood out on the field it was two hours after usual class time. Most of the teachers had already proceeded home & the Kitsune stood on the field. The few classes he'd held had gained him quite a reputation among the few who'd heard of them. While there was much to fear about the being it was undeniable his prowess as an instructor was incredible. He'd sent word among the students he'd be holding extra curricular programs for those who wished to participate & ensure they furthered their aspirations as shinobi. Through this means he'd ensure that if he lived long enough his influence may very well see him a legend among the generations.
Those many white furred tails flicked behind him as he awaited for those who would come. What would be their purpose for doing so? Would it be because they'd wished to gain power? Because they were falling behind & didn't want to look weak to their peers? What aspirations would drive them to come to the Trickster Foxes class after such public events of destruction & misfortune had erupted around him. He stood there in his kimono his clan sigil worked into the back of his attire. Upon his hip were a series of jars with specialized beetles & a pair of Ancient Gauntlets. Upon his hip was a Pouch & at under his sleeve was a Hidden Weapon crafted by Akkuma himself.
Those crimson eyes scanned the area before him as his Fox-like ears turned at the subtlest sounds trying to discern approaching footsteps. Today would be another brick in the pillar he intended to build himself to be in this village. He'd been to focused on the war efforts & done very little of public import that was beneficial since his aid in the rebuilding. Akkuma wondered if this class would be supervised by another member of the Anbu. He doubted that his unusual associate would be the only one sent to investigate him. Perhaps one of his students or experiments would be present in his class today. What new faces would be before him & seek the wisdom of the veteran shinobi.
Those many white furred tails flicked behind him as he awaited for those who would come. What would be their purpose for doing so? Would it be because they'd wished to gain power? Because they were falling behind & didn't want to look weak to their peers? What aspirations would drive them to come to the Trickster Foxes class after such public events of destruction & misfortune had erupted around him. He stood there in his kimono his clan sigil worked into the back of his attire. Upon his hip were a series of jars with specialized beetles & a pair of Ancient Gauntlets. Upon his hip was a Pouch & at under his sleeve was a Hidden Weapon crafted by Akkuma himself.
Those crimson eyes scanned the area before him as his Fox-like ears turned at the subtlest sounds trying to discern approaching footsteps. Today would be another brick in the pillar he intended to build himself to be in this village. He'd been to focused on the war efforts & done very little of public import that was beneficial since his aid in the rebuilding. Akkuma wondered if this class would be supervised by another member of the Anbu. He doubted that his unusual associate would be the only one sent to investigate him. Perhaps one of his students or experiments would be present in his class today. What new faces would be before him & seek the wisdom of the veteran shinobi.