Martial Arts Class #1
Who: Byrne and anyone else who wants to join
What: Martial Arts class - the first one!
Where: Gymnasium
When: Friday, August 26th
A teacher: that was the last thing Byrne had ever thought he'd become. Of course, when he was young and actually had a desire to take over the guarding of the Spirit Tower, he could picture in his elder years becoming a master to an apprentice, but nothing like this.
It was almost too funny. He had desired unimaginable power, and instead he ended up with a meager job at a lowly school, having to pay dues to a union simply for being there. Then again, Byrne had told himself that this was merely a temporary setting until something better came along. He didn't belong at this ludicrous job, ranking students from A to F based on their abilities and receiving apples on his desk. Well, he wasn't sure if he was going to have a desk. He was teaching the art of physical combat, after all, which wouldn't work sitting down.
He sighed, looking over the school's map. What mattered now was finding the gymnasium and arriving to teach his first class, as much as he dreaded it. Did these students deserve to have such wisdom of fighting imparted onto them? Probably not.
After wandering the halls, he finally came across the gymnasium. It was empty for now, as he was about twenty minutes early for the start of the class. There was a pile of punching bags, guarding equipment, and the like sitting toward the middle of the room. Byrne sighed, shoving the things into the corner. He was not in the mood to watch inept children beat each other up while wearing foam protection. If he had to suffer through this degradation for a living, he would at least do it his own way. Today would be nothing but drills.
What: Martial Arts class - the first one!
Where: Gymnasium
When: Friday, August 26th
A teacher: that was the last thing Byrne had ever thought he'd become. Of course, when he was young and actually had a desire to take over the guarding of the Spirit Tower, he could picture in his elder years becoming a master to an apprentice, but nothing like this.
It was almost too funny. He had desired unimaginable power, and instead he ended up with a meager job at a lowly school, having to pay dues to a union simply for being there. Then again, Byrne had told himself that this was merely a temporary setting until something better came along. He didn't belong at this ludicrous job, ranking students from A to F based on their abilities and receiving apples on his desk. Well, he wasn't sure if he was going to have a desk. He was teaching the art of physical combat, after all, which wouldn't work sitting down.
He sighed, looking over the school's map. What mattered now was finding the gymnasium and arriving to teach his first class, as much as he dreaded it. Did these students deserve to have such wisdom of fighting imparted onto them? Probably not.
After wandering the halls, he finally came across the gymnasium. It was empty for now, as he was about twenty minutes early for the start of the class. There was a pile of punching bags, guarding equipment, and the like sitting toward the middle of the room. Byrne sighed, shoving the things into the corner. He was not in the mood to watch inept children beat each other up while wearing foam protection. If he had to suffer through this degradation for a living, he would at least do it his own way. Today would be nothing but drills.