Do work that you believe in, follow your dream, go to a job you can wake up and be excited for; all nonsense motivations. Sometimes - most of the time, even, possibly - doing work was about getting that sweet, sweet paycheque. Although Tetsu had no respect for the teachers in Cloud, going so far as to join classes just to insult the lot of them, here he was, an adult with a freshly polished Chuunin title, having found his whole body weakened from the celebration the night before, leaves stuck to his face and an empty bottle of Kumo's finest still clinging to his sticky hands, ready to follow in the footsteps of those fine educators.
'Why were they sticky?' He was wondering, staring at his hand while he tried to will his body into some kind of motion, then, failing this and realizing why, attempted the insurmountable feat of willing himself to will himself to start moving. A great start to the day thus far. He felt like he was easing into the life of a teacher quite nicely, actually, but he would eventually have to make his way out to do the actual work.
The sky above the boy felt like it was spinning as he made his way to his feet, kicking apart the little makeshift shelter that he had attempted to wedge his way into in the middle of the night. If he could stop his poor spending habits, there was a pretty good chance now that he could use some of the career perks from his recent promotion to upgrade his pathetic stick-and-leaves tent. At the very least, even if he wanted to blow his money on a few unspeakable vices, a couple of pieces of plywood were probably still feasible. On second thought though, maybe he'd just put it off and learn some wood jutsu.
Okay! The boy pushed himself away from the tree he was discharging a few bad memories from and found renewed resolve for the day's milestones that lay ahead of him. He needed a plan, in the loosest sense of the word. Not like a lesson plan, obviously, but more like an idea that would effectively allow him to do the least amount of work without this fact being called to anyone's attention. First of all, obviously, that Anbu mask that the princess from the land of gemstones or whatever gave him would be the very first teacher's accessory that would come in handy. Next, it was five bottles of tequila, and a pencil and paper; the last two of which could probably be picked up from whatever served as a teacher's lounge. With some luck, he'd be able to pull off a little magic trick with those bottles, but time would tell. That was more of a secondary objective, as long as he got paid, he could simply make up the difference for the disappointment.
After the boy had gotten to the academy and finished a little bit of prep work, he went to the front desk to secure a room for his lesson. There was, of course, nothing available, and, more importantly, he had to book a room in advance, and
blah blah blah. In other words, the bureaucratic machine had decided, spontaneously, (as it liked to do) that it was going to obstruct him. Well, he was pretty sure he could still tutor someone, and that there was probably nothing that could be done to stop him.
Reluctantly, the boy was handed an entry from a list of people that
"ought to be tutored at some point", whatever that meant. Name, picture, address. It probably wasn't worth as much, but it would have to do. The boy made a mental note of where he had hidden his bottles, and began the work of tracking the girl, Akane Mirai, down. Putting on his Anbu mask for good measure, he'd turn up at the girl's door and sternly knock on it, downing a few gulps from his travel-sized hangover cure as he waited for the girl to answer.