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Today's lesson was going to be run by someone that does not normally teach lessons. It was one of those impulsive decisions brought on by a message left on the door of the Torono Dojo - their sensei was taking a sick day. There was no reason disclosed, perhaps it was actual illness or an injury, she was not looking to speculate. She ripped the sign down, she had nothing better to do besides finish her transcription of Ballads and Lore of Godsfall, a rare book she had the pleasure of reading a few weeks ago but had not found the time to transcribe the contents from memory. She was not going to complete this work today. She needed to perform one quick errand before class - an instructor needs props she reasoned.
She would return to the building a short time later, a sheet covering a wide oblong box. Inside the classroom, she would move all of the desks to the perimeter. She was semi-satisfied with the space that this afforded but she internally wished that they had more space. This would have to do unless they would be willing to take a short journey to the Tracking Grounds.
On the chalkboard, the students would find a single word written in white, near script: Ranger Order.
Michi was a small woman, just barely over 5 feet in height. She did not appear to be particularly impressive, with her dark hair pulled back from her face and unassuming features. She was wearing clothes she had bought in the market earlier that day. She had arrived in Sunagakure ill-equipped to actually stay. She ran cold and wore multiple layers. A leather satchel sluing over her shoulder, the only thing on her person that was not purchased in the last day. She did not look like a professor, but what professor looks like one in Sunagakure?
Once the clock met the hour, she would wait no longer for any of the students to be seated and she would start her lecture from memory. It was a story she knew, a story that she lived. "The story of the ancient Ranger Order teaches us the importance of embracing tradition and honing our unique skills, even in a world that may seem to undervalue them. In the beginning, the Rangers were held in high regard by the Sunan society, as they were the brave hunters who protected the people from dangerous creatures and provided for the tribe's basic needs such as food, shelter and protection. Their strength, speed, and courage made them respected and necessary members of ancient Sunan society."
It made them sound sort of dull, uninteresting. Once necessary but no longer. "However, when society transitioned to an agrarian lifestyle and technology became more prevalent, the role of the Ranger Order was diminished. They were forgotten by the larger society, as their skills seemed less necessary in this new, more stationary way of life. But the Rangers never wavered in their duty. They continued to embrace the old ways, maintaining their exceptional tracking abilities and their expertise in traversing treacherous terrains. There was a time where the Orders were mostly forgotten about and we feared that the old ways would be lost to us forever. Former Daimyo Ishii Shiro rose up against the five kings, dismantling not only the political structure of wind country in what came to be known the Silent War. The Sovereign Army under Ishii Shiro's command razed the Great Libraries and hunted those adherent to the ways of old, bringing their numbers to near-extinction. Yet, at sparse as they were, members of the Orders survived."
The ability to hunt, to stalk, to capture and to defeat ones opponent or one's prey was relevant to shinobi even today. A lost art. A scarcely preserved tradition. "It is said that Rangers battle a sandworm and they are considered victorious if they can recover a plate of their armored carapace. Not if they could defeat one, merely track, stalk, find, come into proximity and even do battle with. They would have to not only survive but take back a piece of the sandworm, carrying a plate that could weight upwards of 150 kilograms across kilometers of desert, braving the harsh environment with few resources and only enemies. This is the part of the story we always talk about, the part the scribes always write about, but we never consider the mighty..." her voice would trail off and Michi would unveil what was hidden under the blanket.
In the wire mesh cage sat a fluffy white rabbit, its snowy fur bone white under the fluorescent light. Delicate tufts of fur adorn the dune hare's perky ears, each one seemingly begging for a gentle stroke. As the rabbit nibbles on a bed of fresh bunch of crisp, green vegetables, its small, pink nose twitches in rhythmic motion, scenting the air for any hints of danger or unfamiliar scents. And there are oh so many... Its bright, round eyes, framed by a ring of gentle pink, dart about curiously, taking in the surroundings with a mix of caution and intrigue.
"This is a dune hare, one of the most harmless creatures in Wind Country, with the exception of an Academy Student failure." The wire mesh enclosure, while confining, served also as a protective barrier, ensuring the rabbit's safety from potential predators such as those in this very classroom. "A creature that is considered to be prey to most creatures in Wind Country. Many would consider the Dune Hair unfortunate, its' coexistence with a menagerie of alpha predators should suggest the imminent extinction of the Dune Hare, yet it survives. When most people think of the Ranger Order, they think of the hunter. They think of the predator and never the prey. A predator will starve if it is incapable of hunting its' prey. A Ranger knows this and they are masters of the hunt."
She would open the cage and as she did so, the small hare would bound out of the cage and dart away, towards the edge of the classroom hiding among the displaced desks and various classroom paraphernalia. "The dune hare is a master of stealth. Your job is simple, catch it and bring it back to the cage."
Note: The Dune Hare has entered stealth.
WC: 1051
Post: 1 of 5
Today's lesson was going to be run by someone that does not normally teach lessons. It was one of those impulsive decisions brought on by a message left on the door of the Torono Dojo - their sensei was taking a sick day. There was no reason disclosed, perhaps it was actual illness or an injury, she was not looking to speculate. She ripped the sign down, she had nothing better to do besides finish her transcription of Ballads and Lore of Godsfall, a rare book she had the pleasure of reading a few weeks ago but had not found the time to transcribe the contents from memory. She was not going to complete this work today. She needed to perform one quick errand before class - an instructor needs props she reasoned.
She would return to the building a short time later, a sheet covering a wide oblong box. Inside the classroom, she would move all of the desks to the perimeter. She was semi-satisfied with the space that this afforded but she internally wished that they had more space. This would have to do unless they would be willing to take a short journey to the Tracking Grounds.
On the chalkboard, the students would find a single word written in white, near script: Ranger Order.
Michi was a small woman, just barely over 5 feet in height. She did not appear to be particularly impressive, with her dark hair pulled back from her face and unassuming features. She was wearing clothes she had bought in the market earlier that day. She had arrived in Sunagakure ill-equipped to actually stay. She ran cold and wore multiple layers. A leather satchel sluing over her shoulder, the only thing on her person that was not purchased in the last day. She did not look like a professor, but what professor looks like one in Sunagakure?
Once the clock met the hour, she would wait no longer for any of the students to be seated and she would start her lecture from memory. It was a story she knew, a story that she lived. "The story of the ancient Ranger Order teaches us the importance of embracing tradition and honing our unique skills, even in a world that may seem to undervalue them. In the beginning, the Rangers were held in high regard by the Sunan society, as they were the brave hunters who protected the people from dangerous creatures and provided for the tribe's basic needs such as food, shelter and protection. Their strength, speed, and courage made them respected and necessary members of ancient Sunan society."
It made them sound sort of dull, uninteresting. Once necessary but no longer. "However, when society transitioned to an agrarian lifestyle and technology became more prevalent, the role of the Ranger Order was diminished. They were forgotten by the larger society, as their skills seemed less necessary in this new, more stationary way of life. But the Rangers never wavered in their duty. They continued to embrace the old ways, maintaining their exceptional tracking abilities and their expertise in traversing treacherous terrains. There was a time where the Orders were mostly forgotten about and we feared that the old ways would be lost to us forever. Former Daimyo Ishii Shiro rose up against the five kings, dismantling not only the political structure of wind country in what came to be known the Silent War. The Sovereign Army under Ishii Shiro's command razed the Great Libraries and hunted those adherent to the ways of old, bringing their numbers to near-extinction. Yet, at sparse as they were, members of the Orders survived."
The ability to hunt, to stalk, to capture and to defeat ones opponent or one's prey was relevant to shinobi even today. A lost art. A scarcely preserved tradition. "It is said that Rangers battle a sandworm and they are considered victorious if they can recover a plate of their armored carapace. Not if they could defeat one, merely track, stalk, find, come into proximity and even do battle with. They would have to not only survive but take back a piece of the sandworm, carrying a plate that could weight upwards of 150 kilograms across kilometers of desert, braving the harsh environment with few resources and only enemies. This is the part of the story we always talk about, the part the scribes always write about, but we never consider the mighty..." her voice would trail off and Michi would unveil what was hidden under the blanket.
In the wire mesh cage sat a fluffy white rabbit, its snowy fur bone white under the fluorescent light. Delicate tufts of fur adorn the dune hare's perky ears, each one seemingly begging for a gentle stroke. As the rabbit nibbles on a bed of fresh bunch of crisp, green vegetables, its small, pink nose twitches in rhythmic motion, scenting the air for any hints of danger or unfamiliar scents. And there are oh so many... Its bright, round eyes, framed by a ring of gentle pink, dart about curiously, taking in the surroundings with a mix of caution and intrigue.
"This is a dune hare, one of the most harmless creatures in Wind Country, with the exception of an Academy Student failure." The wire mesh enclosure, while confining, served also as a protective barrier, ensuring the rabbit's safety from potential predators such as those in this very classroom. "A creature that is considered to be prey to most creatures in Wind Country. Many would consider the Dune Hair unfortunate, its' coexistence with a menagerie of alpha predators should suggest the imminent extinction of the Dune Hare, yet it survives. When most people think of the Ranger Order, they think of the hunter. They think of the predator and never the prey. A predator will starve if it is incapable of hunting its' prey. A Ranger knows this and they are masters of the hunt."
She would open the cage and as she did so, the small hare would bound out of the cage and dart away, towards the edge of the classroom hiding among the displaced desks and various classroom paraphernalia. "The dune hare is a master of stealth. Your job is simple, catch it and bring it back to the cage."
Note: The Dune Hare has entered stealth.
WC: 1051
Post: 1 of 5
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