As a means to further immerse himself in village life as a Shinobi, Sendatsu had suggested that Shikyu head a class of his own. Perhaps interacting with academy students and their thoughts and actions as young Shinobi would trigger Shikyu's memories of his past. Often it was something of familiarity that revitalizes the neurons, pushing memories previously hidden to the forefront. However, both Sendatsu and Shikyu know that Shikyu's case, like the other patients that Sendatsu treated of the same disease, was very unique compared to normal cases of amnesia. Thus, Shikyu was not surprised if it did not work out. He would not be disappointed either, as to him, that was only a secondary goal. He enjoyed dealing with others, especially the next generation of Shinobi. He felt that there was as much to learn from them, as they had to learn from him... albeit in a different fashion.
Well anyways.
Shikyu was dressed in his normal attire. A Chuunin vest, a decorative armlet and necklace, and finally, a Kumo Forehead Protector worn proudly on his head. Those who approach him would also immediately notice that he has a small scar on his right cheek, a remnant of surgeries performed on him by Sendatsu.
Shikyu had chosen a pretty open space of the obstacle course, one that afforded him the privacy that would allow him to teach his students without being disturbed by others trying to work out. The area consists of a dirt ground for the most part, with a line of trees to one side, and patches of bushes here and there. There were a few wooden totems shoved into the ground, collected within a small area.
Next to Shikyu stands a whiteboard, where Shikyu had written down his name in large letters. Monzaemon Marushijūkyū. Waiting for his students to arrive, Shikyu just chilled as he leaned on his massive sword, pondering exactly what he will get the students do.
OOC:
[EDIT: Whoops, forgot to include pertinent info.]
Post: 1/5
Word Count: 323
Total Word Count: 323/1,500
Well anyways.
Shikyu was dressed in his normal attire. A Chuunin vest, a decorative armlet and necklace, and finally, a Kumo Forehead Protector worn proudly on his head. Those who approach him would also immediately notice that he has a small scar on his right cheek, a remnant of surgeries performed on him by Sendatsu.
Shikyu had chosen a pretty open space of the obstacle course, one that afforded him the privacy that would allow him to teach his students without being disturbed by others trying to work out. The area consists of a dirt ground for the most part, with a line of trees to one side, and patches of bushes here and there. There were a few wooden totems shoved into the ground, collected within a small area.
Next to Shikyu stands a whiteboard, where Shikyu had written down his name in large letters. Monzaemon Marushijūkyū. Waiting for his students to arrive, Shikyu just chilled as he leaned on his massive sword, pondering exactly what he will get the students do.
OOC:
[EDIT: Whoops, forgot to include pertinent info.]
Post: 1/5
Word Count: 323
Total Word Count: 323/1,500