1 No Dark Sarcasm in the Classroom [Mission] Thu Sep 19, 2013 4:11 pm
Konran
D-rank
There were several duties that belonged to members of Kirigakure, and one of those was protecting the future. Now, it should be mentioned that Kai was never really a fan of kids, they were noisy and lacked a sense of discipline that he wished that more people could be born with. That wasn't the case for all of them, and there were a few of the young students in the village that saw him like an older brother, but the majority were just a pain in his mind and he would often scowl at them when he passed them in the streets. It was perhaps childish that he disliked children simply because they refused to keep themselves under control, but he'd managed to do it at their age so why can't they? Well, whether or not he liked them, it was his duty to protect the village and to protect the village's future he had to help to protect the children of the village so there was another generation. There were several forms of protecting them, there was physically protecting them (something he did on a near daily basis, or at least did when he was still working with his father on tracking and removing missing-nins), and then there was mentally protecting them. This was making sure that they got a good education and didn't simply become a waste of space. He doubted people would like him to call them a waste of space, but he couldn't care less about their opinions. they were a waste of space until they actually did something that benefited the village. That was the only thing that mattered, and no matter whether people wanted to molly-coddle them, he wouldn't be one of those people.
It was for this very reason that when he found out that the academy was wanting someone to teach a class or two about specialist subjects that he signed himself up. He had several specialist subjects that they would probably find fascinating for him to teach them. After all, while there were the seven swordsman of the mist, there weren't very many archers, and the people who wanted to get into swordsmanship never really had someone come in and talk to them about it. The swordsmen tended to have two problems stopping them from doing things like that; Firstly, they were busy, it was their job to protect the village after all and they needed to take it seriously. Secondly, they were often egotistical fools - Kai could see that and whilst he respected them for their abilities he didn't like the way that they tended to let their abilities go to their heads. So, as he walked into the classroom, his usual outfit making the people in the class stare at him like he was some sort of circus clown. Especially, apparently, theheadwasteband. The teacher had, apparently, been in the middle of introducing him when he walked in, smiling at the members of the class.
"I don't know what you think you know about the art of the sword, but I'm going to teach you from the bottom up. So, before I begin, I apologize for any of you that actually know something about the sword, it would be wrong of me to ignore the needs of others simply because you're a little bit above their level." He tried to smile, remembering that the code required it's practitioners to be polite. He honestly couldn't give less of a shit about what the brats wanted, he was giving them an education, they should be grateful that he was gracing them with his presence. Not bothering to tell them his name, sure that the teacher would have already done that little introduction for him, he got on with the lesson.
"Now, I'm going to move over the basic areas you want to target the opponent when you're fighting, alright?" He asked, and when people nodded, he set the sword down for a second, before picking up the chalk and writing on the board. Within a few moments, he had drown a rudimentary skeleton of a person. It was quite well done, nothing that could be considered professional-standard, but it suited his purpose. Then, drawing a series of dotted lines to separate parts of the skeleton, he labeled them with separate terms. Do, Suki, Men and even kote.
"These are the basic parts that you need to target in battle, and all for different reasons. The Kote is when you want to do a non-lethal takedown but want to make sure that they aren't able to threaten you any more. Essentially, what this does is remove their hands, as you are cutting down on the wrist. Without the hands, people who specialize in ninjutsu can not weave their signs, and those who use swordsmanship themselves or use taijutsu disciplines, or even those who use puppets are all but useless. There are, in fact, very few arts that the loss of the wrist doesn't cripple, Genjutsu, Seijutsu, Senjutsu and perhaps Kuchyose being the only ones I can think of off the top of my head that it doesn't stop, but even with those it still lowers the opponent's efficiency. I hope you're writing this down, you're going to need it." As he gave a quick, annoyed glance to the class people nodded and began scribbling down notes. Damn, it felt good to be respected... or, perhaps, just feared.
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It was for this very reason that when he found out that the academy was wanting someone to teach a class or two about specialist subjects that he signed himself up. He had several specialist subjects that they would probably find fascinating for him to teach them. After all, while there were the seven swordsman of the mist, there weren't very many archers, and the people who wanted to get into swordsmanship never really had someone come in and talk to them about it. The swordsmen tended to have two problems stopping them from doing things like that; Firstly, they were busy, it was their job to protect the village after all and they needed to take it seriously. Secondly, they were often egotistical fools - Kai could see that and whilst he respected them for their abilities he didn't like the way that they tended to let their abilities go to their heads. So, as he walked into the classroom, his usual outfit making the people in the class stare at him like he was some sort of circus clown. Especially, apparently, the
"I don't know what you think you know about the art of the sword, but I'm going to teach you from the bottom up. So, before I begin, I apologize for any of you that actually know something about the sword, it would be wrong of me to ignore the needs of others simply because you're a little bit above their level." He tried to smile, remembering that the code required it's practitioners to be polite. He honestly couldn't give less of a shit about what the brats wanted, he was giving them an education, they should be grateful that he was gracing them with his presence. Not bothering to tell them his name, sure that the teacher would have already done that little introduction for him, he got on with the lesson.
"Now, I'm going to move over the basic areas you want to target the opponent when you're fighting, alright?" He asked, and when people nodded, he set the sword down for a second, before picking up the chalk and writing on the board. Within a few moments, he had drown a rudimentary skeleton of a person. It was quite well done, nothing that could be considered professional-standard, but it suited his purpose. Then, drawing a series of dotted lines to separate parts of the skeleton, he labeled them with separate terms. Do, Suki, Men and even kote.
"These are the basic parts that you need to target in battle, and all for different reasons. The Kote is when you want to do a non-lethal takedown but want to make sure that they aren't able to threaten you any more. Essentially, what this does is remove their hands, as you are cutting down on the wrist. Without the hands, people who specialize in ninjutsu can not weave their signs, and those who use swordsmanship themselves or use taijutsu disciplines, or even those who use puppets are all but useless. There are, in fact, very few arts that the loss of the wrist doesn't cripple, Genjutsu, Seijutsu, Senjutsu and perhaps Kuchyose being the only ones I can think of off the top of my head that it doesn't stop, but even with those it still lowers the opponent's efficiency. I hope you're writing this down, you're going to need it." As he gave a quick, annoyed glance to the class people nodded and began scribbling down notes. Damn, it felt good to be respected... or, perhaps, just feared.
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