The fact that Kūkaku smoked a pipe, therefor making it impossible to really share any of her excellent tobacco, had just been like the icing on the cake for the events of the morning, and she came into class with a very cool and calm demeanor.
And smoking like a chimney. She wasn't concerned about the smoke alarms; she'd done extensive research on them and mostly dismantled the ones she knew she'd be around the most, because they'd never stop.
"So here's what we're doing today," she informed the class once it was time to begin. "We're gonna make some low-impact, mostly smoke bombs. Yeah, I said low-impact. Yes, I'm feeling fine. You'll find out in a bit why I'm saying low-impact, and, trust me, you'll be glad. And since big bangs ain't our focus today, it's gonna be efficiency. You're making small ass bombs right now, so you better be able to make a lot of 'em. Ya got ten minutes, make as many as ya can, but nothing that's gonna be big enough to even so much as burn a person. Moderation, and all that shit. You make anything that'll hurt anyone more than a singe, your ass is in trouble. You'll see why. Gotta be versatile as a bomb maker, blah blah blah, your times starts...now! Get to work!"
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