Stickdom
Salamancer, first class
The sound of the dispute inside the academy room was not quiet, by any means. In fact, it was loud enough to be heard from the street in front of the school. Just great, another fight to break up, Maika thought to himself as he jumped the fence and rushed to the classroom where the commotion was coming from.
He used the Flicker Technique to send himself through the window, landing on the sill. "Alright, that's enough!" he shouted from behind his grinning ANBU mask. "Word of this has reached the Hokage, and I'm surprised they have not dispatched security to arrest all of you, at this point." He looked around at the students and Jounin, swords dawn, water everywhere, obviously a jutsu. "This is a classroom, not a war zone. Any teacher that threatens their own students with violence should be prosecuted and punished. Your job is to teach them, not fight with them. They will have many more years of experience on the battlefield than the classroom, unless you decide to kill them all first."
These simple Jounin. They may have achieved the rank, but many of the village's Jounin seemed to get there more on politics than any actual ninja honour. Maika hated abused authority, especially in a setting like this, where the teachers should be more patient with their students.
"I have been ordered to take control of this classroom and secure peace here. Teachers, return to examining the graduation tests you are assigned to. We are a full two hours behind schedule because of this nonsense, and these students don't want to be here any longer than you do." He stepped down from the window sill into the classroom, making his way to the front of the room and standing directly before the Jounin, right behind Makoto, setting a hand calmly on her shoulder. "Take your seat, Ms. Iwasaki, and by that, I do not mean shatter it to pieces."
Maika really hated always being the emissary of dispute reconciliation, but his attitude was the most attuned to it. He was not as heart- or emotionless as the Foundation would like for him to be, but he found that they had their uses.
He used the Flicker Technique to send himself through the window, landing on the sill. "Alright, that's enough!" he shouted from behind his grinning ANBU mask. "Word of this has reached the Hokage, and I'm surprised they have not dispatched security to arrest all of you, at this point." He looked around at the students and Jounin, swords dawn, water everywhere, obviously a jutsu. "This is a classroom, not a war zone. Any teacher that threatens their own students with violence should be prosecuted and punished. Your job is to teach them, not fight with them. They will have many more years of experience on the battlefield than the classroom, unless you decide to kill them all first."
These simple Jounin. They may have achieved the rank, but many of the village's Jounin seemed to get there more on politics than any actual ninja honour. Maika hated abused authority, especially in a setting like this, where the teachers should be more patient with their students.
"I have been ordered to take control of this classroom and secure peace here. Teachers, return to examining the graduation tests you are assigned to. We are a full two hours behind schedule because of this nonsense, and these students don't want to be here any longer than you do." He stepped down from the window sill into the classroom, making his way to the front of the room and standing directly before the Jounin, right behind Makoto, setting a hand calmly on her shoulder. "Take your seat, Ms. Iwasaki, and by that, I do not mean shatter it to pieces."
Maika really hated always being the emissary of dispute reconciliation, but his attitude was the most attuned to it. He was not as heart- or emotionless as the Foundation would like for him to be, but he found that they had their uses.