This class will have Isaki Kushin teaching anyone who's willing to listen on the types of techniques they need to focus on during the early years of development into shinobi life. Kushin has found that the genin he's met don't have an understanding of what is useful and is going to attempt to correct what he perceives as an investment issue into those shinobi's future.
A class with the medical Sennin, he hoped that people would come if only for that let alone the parting of knowledge which would take place in this room. This was the first time he'd taken a class since becoming the Sennin and knew that his persona didn't often attract people to him. Yet he was a hard working man, and he knew what he knew through study and through experience.
Keiji was his first true understudy. The boy had come to him and when on their first mission together he'd found the boy had been useful only due to his bloodline. An accident, nothing more. Everything the boy had learned at the academy would have proven useless and would simply have gotten the boy killed. That was what Kushin was here to stop.
The classroom was in one of the multiple dojo training halls in the academy. Kushin had had to gain permission from the headmaster to take a class, as he wasn't under the mans direct employ and thus had no true authority here. Of course that was a pretense and something Kushin could have ignored, he was a Sennin. Yet despite that it was always best to just go with how people wanted things done.
The dojo was large enough for practices with ninjutsu, having several targets around the place as well. The floor had been sanded and was earthy, so it was solid enough to take an impact, and meant that no floorboards would need to be smashed in the process of using earth jutsu.
Kushin wandered around the room brushing his hand across the wall at parts where there were signs of potential weakness which would need to be replaced due to stresses caused by jutsu. Every now and then he'd see names carved into the wood, some he recognized, others which he didn't. It was an interesting place when one looked at the finer details.