The school was a buzzing form of energy and chaos as was the norm on the beginning of the week. Students who had the weekend to do free training or, more likely, laze about were rushing down the halls. Some of them were running late, but a few were moving to a certain class and trying to get there at an exact time, a class that unlike some, had an unusually hard curve. A small pack of Students were all heading in the same direction, faces pale and expressions dim. These children were all placed under the tutelage of a one Ryuu Rei; the Cyborg of Kumogakure. She was 80% puppet, 15% human, 5% insane, and all together one of Kumogakure’s greatest technological wonders. Yet, despite being such a wonder of science and shinobi mysticism, she was not normally a teacher or even a thing that many people were supposed to even know of. Originally, Rei was a secret project headed by the current Raikage herself, but a few weeks ago the cyborg ran across a child of incredible talent. Being that she was a selfish creature she wished to raise and impart her knowledge to this child, but that child only, and continue being a strong mystery to the rest of the Village. This didn’t sit well with the Academy Council. So, Rei did as she was best at, and found a way to legally change the rules of the Academy to suit her whims, and without a Headmaster to revoke it, the Council was forced to vote ‘yea’. However, they found a path of revenge.
Due to the fact she was teaching, she was “registered” now within the system and if the Council wanted they could slot her into teach whatever they wanted her to teach. This, as it turned out, was a terrible mistake in the making because Rei had a hard curve for teaching shinobi. The information she passed out to the class for homework was mostly beyond the thinking levels of those she taught, and nearly a third of this class was now dead. She pushed extreme calculations for traps that, if mastered, would literally make a shinobi nigh untouchable - problem was only a small fraction of shinobi were even capable of mastering them. What was the school council going to do? Fire her? Legally they couldn’t stop the classes she had already started or their curriculum; removing her from them would be a disaster. So the Council, and the poor Students that remained so far, was forced to attend the class. Most had already been informed that passing it wasn’t a requirement for Genin - they just had to survive.
Rei was in her classroom with a cup of tea. She had placed herself comfortably behind the mahogany desk full of folders and loose papers towering up on either side. One hand had the tea gently brushing her lips with hot liquids, while the other hand floated behind her on a symphony of invisible chakra strings with a piece of chalk. Like a printer, the hand was creating a scene behind her in graphic detail of a battlefield she had been on in a mission not some two months ago. It was drawn in a overhead view, with smaller parts of chalk detailing troops, the enemy, and multiple places that had little circles in them. There were also drawings of dead shinobi, enemy, as the image brought forth an overwhelming sense of dread - as it was supposed to. This mission in question was one of the many that could of gone really bad, but Rei had managed to retreat from with most of her team intact. Sometimes she swore she could still hear Maki’s laugh in the mess hall.
The drawing was nearly finished by the time the Students began to pour in. She checked the clock hanging on the far wall facing her and noted that they all arrived exactly on time. Amazing how crippling a child before a bunch of other children brought about motivation. Her legs brushed the back of her chair as she stood to start her class…
(Welcome to Kumogakure! You can join the class as having already been here for awhile or as a fresh Student just starting. As an aside, I’m not actually going to kill you, it’s just a bit of edge this character has from being a sociopathic scientist.)
Due to the fact she was teaching, she was “registered” now within the system and if the Council wanted they could slot her into teach whatever they wanted her to teach. This, as it turned out, was a terrible mistake in the making because Rei had a hard curve for teaching shinobi. The information she passed out to the class for homework was mostly beyond the thinking levels of those she taught, and nearly a third of this class was now dead. She pushed extreme calculations for traps that, if mastered, would literally make a shinobi nigh untouchable - problem was only a small fraction of shinobi were even capable of mastering them. What was the school council going to do? Fire her? Legally they couldn’t stop the classes she had already started or their curriculum; removing her from them would be a disaster. So the Council, and the poor Students that remained so far, was forced to attend the class. Most had already been informed that passing it wasn’t a requirement for Genin - they just had to survive.
Rei was in her classroom with a cup of tea. She had placed herself comfortably behind the mahogany desk full of folders and loose papers towering up on either side. One hand had the tea gently brushing her lips with hot liquids, while the other hand floated behind her on a symphony of invisible chakra strings with a piece of chalk. Like a printer, the hand was creating a scene behind her in graphic detail of a battlefield she had been on in a mission not some two months ago. It was drawn in a overhead view, with smaller parts of chalk detailing troops, the enemy, and multiple places that had little circles in them. There were also drawings of dead shinobi, enemy, as the image brought forth an overwhelming sense of dread - as it was supposed to. This mission in question was one of the many that could of gone really bad, but Rei had managed to retreat from with most of her team intact. Sometimes she swore she could still hear Maki’s laugh in the mess hall.
The drawing was nearly finished by the time the Students began to pour in. She checked the clock hanging on the far wall facing her and noted that they all arrived exactly on time. Amazing how crippling a child before a bunch of other children brought about motivation. Her legs brushed the back of her chair as she stood to start her class…
(Welcome to Kumogakure! You can join the class as having already been here for awhile or as a fresh Student just starting. As an aside, I’m not actually going to kill you, it’s just a bit of edge this character has from being a sociopathic scientist.)