In the academy, there were many rooms for many activities to further the development of the shinobi of Konoha. Huge classrooms for seminars, smaller rooms for group tutorials, gymnasiums, offices.
And apparently broom cupboards, such as the one Shiori found himself in now.
Shiori had been struggling a bit in some classes recently. If he wanted to become a Genin, he needed to get some help. There was no shame in carving a handhold in the climb to the top. If he couldn’t get past this, he would never be great, and never be immortal. He would never be the best.
He had reached out to Takeshi, the teacher of a few of his classes, for a bit of extra help. Takeshi had been making a name for himself throughout the academy with a prolific schedule of classes. Shiori hoped he had enough time in his schedule for him to cover what he needed.
Genjutsu were an odd topic for Shiori. They had very little obvious benefit in Shiori’s mind. Illusions could trick and twist the mind, but Shiori found it better to use purely physical powers. Like many things Shiori wasn’t interested in, he hadn’t put effort into learning the skills. Now, it was hampering his progress. His main problem wasn’t the application of Genjutsu, it was a weak area for him, it was defending from such attacks. He needed clarity of mind for combat, for the application of his abilities. Hopefully, Takeshi could help him in this area.
He pulled out his loose notes from his bag, smoothing them by hand. He also pulled out his pen, pulling off the cap and testing with a couple of scribbles in the top corner. He looked around the room whilst he waited. He had been assigned one of the older tutorial rooms, one desk and a blackboard. There was a small window high up, sunlight shining directly on the board, turning a square of it a deep green colour. Shiori’s mind wandered as he watched dust motes dance in the light.
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And apparently broom cupboards, such as the one Shiori found himself in now.
Shiori had been struggling a bit in some classes recently. If he wanted to become a Genin, he needed to get some help. There was no shame in carving a handhold in the climb to the top. If he couldn’t get past this, he would never be great, and never be immortal. He would never be the best.
He had reached out to Takeshi, the teacher of a few of his classes, for a bit of extra help. Takeshi had been making a name for himself throughout the academy with a prolific schedule of classes. Shiori hoped he had enough time in his schedule for him to cover what he needed.
Genjutsu were an odd topic for Shiori. They had very little obvious benefit in Shiori’s mind. Illusions could trick and twist the mind, but Shiori found it better to use purely physical powers. Like many things Shiori wasn’t interested in, he hadn’t put effort into learning the skills. Now, it was hampering his progress. His main problem wasn’t the application of Genjutsu, it was a weak area for him, it was defending from such attacks. He needed clarity of mind for combat, for the application of his abilities. Hopefully, Takeshi could help him in this area.
He pulled out his loose notes from his bag, smoothing them by hand. He also pulled out his pen, pulling off the cap and testing with a couple of scribbles in the top corner. He looked around the room whilst he waited. He had been assigned one of the older tutorial rooms, one desk and a blackboard. There was a small window high up, sunlight shining directly on the board, turning a square of it a deep green colour. Shiori’s mind wandered as he watched dust motes dance in the light.
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