Ayeka shifted nervously pacing a circle into the classroom floor as she wrung her hands with anxiety, Her hood up and hiding her face which in contrast to how little actual clothing she wore made her come off as more of a gang member than a leaf shinobi as the six foot tall girl could easily come off menacing with the amount of muscle she was sporting, hiding the very shy soul she actually was. Before Ayeka was a classroom from one of the lower levels of the academy and unlike the warm wood panelling's of the upper levels this room had nothing but cement floors with a drain in the centre, along the wools were racks and racks of different implements used for torture and interrogation while spaced out among the floor was five tables each currently having a pig's carcass strapped to the table, their bodies whole and unharmed only their glazed eyes showing that they were long dead.
The reason for this class was to teach students interrogation techniques she had learned while a member of the Yakuza as well as how to resist said techniques and blend in the with criminal elements that existed within many countries. Nervously looking towards the door Ayeka waited for her students and just prayed that she would do a good job.
The reason for this class was to teach students interrogation techniques she had learned while a member of the Yakuza as well as how to resist said techniques and blend in the with criminal elements that existed within many countries. Nervously looking towards the door Ayeka waited for her students and just prayed that she would do a good job.