Reality Based Training
<i></i>Sabaku arrived just before daybreak on Monday morning to set up the area for his upcoming class. His superiors asked him to perform some duties around the academy, teaching as one of them. He didn't have an issue with it.... he just wasn't sure how much a younger like himself would impress. Today he was wearing a black tank top and some black, loose, thin cloth pants. His fists were wrapped in tape. Glancing down at the list, he sighed in distaste. He could only think, Not very many... But a class was a class... maybe Sabaku just hadn't made that much of a name for himself yet, otherwise he probably would have had a full house today. Sabaku pulled out a few scrolls he had borrowed from the academy and unraveled them on the ground below. Channeling the energy needed, he utilized the scroll and made a table, a 4 wooden dummies and a array of simple wooden weapons. All the basic tools a physical class like this would need. Sabaku arranged the weapons on the table and set the dummies up. The first two would remain close to the table area and the other two would be placed further away at around 25 feet. Returning to the side of the table, Sabaku sat on the grass and placed his hands behind him, supporting his body weight. Looking up into the sky he could see the buzzing of small insects and birds soaring across the sky. Despite all the ruckus at the gate, it seems slightly more peaceful here. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed further and laid completely down and put his hands behind his head. This is where he would wait for his class to arrive.
[MFT WC: 289]