"One!"

One by one, a sea of wooden swords that were once held up high in the sky came crashing down on imaginary foes. A collective whoosh of the makeshift blades came coming down were in unison as a rather strong breeze filled Sanosuke's hair as he watched the students before him moved in accordance of his orders. With the strike, the chorus of grunts came from the lot of them that filled the dojo's walls. Even though he was sitting in on the class as a favor for a friend, the Raikage couldn't help but feel proud of the promising kenjutsu enthusiasts he was witnessing. It didn't feel too long ago that he himself was one of them crafting his own style to a fine polish so many years ago.

With the fifteenth strike done, Sanosuke looked at the eyes of the young swordsmen that were looking back at him waiting for their next task. The tiredness of their eyes were irrelevant as they wanted to prove they were the best to their nation's leader. With a smirk, Sanosuke cleared his throat. "Again...ONE!" Another chorus of strikes were then brought down once as per his orders.

With each swing of the symphony of wooden swords coming crashing down on the invisible enemies before it, Sanosuke paced in the front of the demonstration on each side. Only small comments were made to the kenjutsu enthusiasts who wanted an opprotunity to be taught under Sanosuke Flynt himself; those comments ranged from suggestions for a better strike to information about better stance placement. The students took the silver haired man's advice with vigor and dilgence as they tried to take account of the advice to adjust their mistake at once. Some were better than others but that was to be expected. The average age group of all of the students were floating around the fifteen age field, as they were rather novice kenjutsu users. Fortunate for them, the style being taught at the Akako Dojo was a style that Sanosuke himself learned and mastered when he was their age.

Being the brilliant sword genious he was even back then, Sanosuke had mastered the style when he was about their age. So for the silver haired man to come back to his old dojo and subsitute in for the instructor of the class, to the kids, was similar to having a rock star come in their class. Especially if that person is also the Raikage of their village.

A small voice speaking out a question entered the corner of Sanosuke's eardrum as he noticed a boy was at his side and matching his stride. A quick glance at him told Sanosuke that this boy wasn't here for the class as he didn't have any noticeable traits of him being a sword user. Maybe he was an onlooker? Either way it was fine, the boy was allowed to walk with him. Made no difference to him. "More like weapons being polished from a the forge I call a dojo. What they do with their ability as weapons, is up to them. I'm only here to draw out their talent to be as sharp as they can be. Wouldn't you say that's my responsibility as a blacksmith?" Sanosuke said to the boy, and asked a question this time so he can learn more about the boy himself.

From out of the corner of his eye, Sanosuke could see how the boy was eyeing the swordsmen honing their craft. A chuckle escaped his lips briefly as he could see looks of envy on some of the younger boys' faces as they saw how a kid their age was walking alongside Sanosuke himself. Perhaps they thought the boy walking beside him got that spot at Sanosuke's side for his abilities. If they used that jealousy as fuel to improve their skills, they can potentially be fantastic practitioners of the blade. The boy who was at Sanosule's side, from what he could gather, was giddy for excitement. Did seeing the students practice their drills stir up some fire in the boy's stomach? His anticipation could be felt even from Sanosuke and he didn't even need to sense his chakra to detect such a thing.

"Believe me, visual training is a rather effective method of training. With a strong enough mind and chakra system, you can replicate battle conditions inside your head and hone your skills without actually going into combat. See for yourself." Motioning his head to one student to the far left of the other students in the middle row, the both of them could see a young boy striking his bokken at his invisible enemy. If one looked closely enough, bruises could be seen on the boys body that wasn't there presently before the session started. "That is the results of advanced visual training. When your mind is linked to your training itself for invisible enemies, your chakra system will affect your body to match what is occurring in your simulation in your mind that is playing." With a nod, Sanosuke made a gesture to the boy who beamed back at his teacher with a face of tiredness but gratitude.

It wasn't long before the boy was back at work again with his training. "But you are right, visual training can only do so much without actual battle conditions where things could happen where you cannot predict them like in visual training. By the way kid, I never got your name. Mind sharing?" Sanosuke asked as he kept pacing with the boy at his side.

As he walked paced back and forth inspecting the form of each of the young kenjutsu enthusiasts, Sanosuke couldn't help but chuckle at the young boys words. It was quite the cocky proclaimation. In fact one that this newcomer shoulder have said quietly as he could feel the frustration from the students he was observing. Grips on the wooden swords they were wielding grew tighter as they tried their best to retain their anger. He couldn't blame the kids either, who was this person to insult their resolve? When he answered, Sanosuke took a second to stop moving slightly. His eye went towards the boy to look at him more clearly. There was something, something about the boy that seemed familiar. He couldn't put his finger on it, but for some reason the hairs on the back of his neck was standing on edge. Just exactly who was this Susumu Uchiha person?

Gathering himself back together, Sanosuke nodded at the boy before Susumu had the chance to notice his hesitation. "Ah an Uchiha. No wonder you see their exercise as bland, with your sharingan eye of yours taking in real life combat is the best way for you to utilize your unique clan ability isn't it? Sanosuke inquired to the boy with his eyebrow raised. It was a fair assessment to make, after all the sharingan can be used to shorten one's training time by a significant amount should they use it in real life situation like combat. He wouldn't know if the boy would take offense to what he said but his students were all looking at the boy in the middle of their exercises to hear his answer.

"I'm sure you've sensed by now, my students have been eyeing you for the longest time since you've arrived." Sanosuke bringing to attention the elephant in the room; in this case it was a class of envious and insulted kenjutsu enthusiasts. At first the students were caught off guard that their substitute instructor would so blatantly say something like that without warning. But slowly but surely, they slowly accepted that it was now in the open. And now everyone had their eyes on Susumu with only one thing on their mind: crush the outsider and show this Uchiha what kenjutsu was really all about.