Six Warriors

Ichiro's Class - (Jack)

Ichiro's classroom was different, it looked a little more like a traditional classroom, with desks in a row, a blackboard and so on. Jack and Fenrir fought over the same desk, the last in the row by the window.

"Dude, you don't understand, whoever sits on that desk by the window is always the protagonist of anime!" Jack explained to Fenrir.

"And?" Fenrir shrugged.

"So what if I want to be the protagonist, of course!"

"You're the protagonist of your own life, besides, we're not in an anime or anything like that."

"Nice suckers, thanks for saving my place!" Sam said, taking a seat at the desk the other two were fighting before, so from then on, the three of them started arguing.

The students were talking and laughing, influenced by Professor Takehiko's fun class, Sam, Fenrir and Jack were still fighting for their place, when Professor Ichiro Kuro arrived there.

"I sincerely expected silence when I got here!" roared the new teacher. It seemed to be just the opposite of the other. He was tall and muscular, in new clothes and a tight-fitting shirt. His hair was short and spiked, and it was chocolate in color. His face was serious, clean-shaven and had shadows of wrinkles around his mouth. The students were speechless. The new teacher was intimidating.

"I remember him from somewhere, I don't know" whispered Miguel. When everyone was properly seated and silent, he began:

"I'm Ichiro Kuro." wrote his name on the blackboard "I hope discipline in this class, in MY class, do you understand?" Students did not respond "I asked a question, understand?" Students responded in unison;

"YEEES!"

"Great. Out there, the principal can rule everything, but here, in my office, I'm the authority. I'm your History teacher. Many may find a subject boring and unexciting, but I don't care for those who think so. I will demand the same results from everyone. I said of EVERYONE. I hope you brought your books. Take them out and open to page seven. We'll do the reading to page fifteen and then I want you to do the exercises on page sixteen and seventeen."

"But teacher, it's just the first day" one student asked, "aren't we going to do some kind of presentation?"

"So what? You're in the room, aren't they? You're here to learn, aren't they? I want work, I want results, so let's do exercises and damn if it's the first or last day. Screw it the presentations! If I want to know who you are, I would consult your damn Student Bracelets, I don't care!" He scowled, cursed and punched a wall  "now open the damn book!"

For some reason, around him, Fenrir seemed felt like laughing, which was not a good sign. Yeah, Fenrir had this weird habit of laughing at inopportune times, Jack didn't understand that guy's sense of humor. Ichiro seemed to notice, he shot a look at Fenrir, but before he could say anything, someone else rose from their seat.

"Who do you think you are to talk to us like that?" A student spoke getting up. Jack recognized him, it was Odaiv.

"I think I'm your teacher, now sit down!"

"I won't sit down. Not if you don't ask nicely!" Odaiv laughed.

"Sit down before you bitterly regret it."

"Uuuh! You're threatening me? What a fear!" Odaiv spoke with derision. "You're just a teacher, most of the students here are nobles and sons of nobles, WE pay your salary, you sucker, YOU owe us respect, get it?"

"I understand." Ichiro, with a serious look, fiddled with a bracelet he had, it looked like a Student Bracelet, but it was more robust. In the Teacher's Bracelet, he seemed to access the Odaiv's token, so from the Odaiv's Student's Bracelet his token popped up on a magical hologram screen, Mr. Odaiv Alotiab, right? Look, you flunked this same discipline for three semesters in a row, that says a lot about the kind of student you are, right?"

Some of the students chuckled contemptuously, Odaiv seemed to get quite annoyed.

"Sit down, fool! It's my last warning!"

"Is it? Or what? Your garbage!" Odaiv advanced towards the professor, looking irritated and wanting to provoke the teacher.

"Don't do it dumb boy!" Ichiro asked. Jack was tense, but Fenrir whispered that he was already beginning to think the professor was losing his moral and his tough-guy pose.

"You provoked the wrong guy! You're just a teacher. You can't do anything but cry and ask for a transfer!" Odaiv laughed and then punched Ichiro in the chest.

"I see, I've heard about certain students who manage to put such mental pressure on the teacher that they end up making them quit. You're one of those, I congratulate you on that, but it won't work with me."

"That's right, is it? So you're tough, are you?" Odaiv threw another punch at Ichiro, the teacher frowned.

"You didn't do it." Ichiro sounded menacing, but Odaiv was not intimidated and repeated the blow.

"So what? What are you going to do? Take me to detention?..." Ichiro didn't allow him to finish the sentence, before that he threw his fist against the boy's face. Blood spurted in pools from the nose and mouth of Odaiv, who was wide-eyed as he fell. The thud was heard as he fell, passed out.

"Someone, please take this bastard out of here" Ichiro said "you" pointed to Marcos "take him to the infirmary!" It wasn't a request. All students were stunned.

 "What the hell was that?" Jack wondered in thought. It was unbelievable!

"Did you all open to page seven?" Ichiro asked as if nothing had happened. The students opened to the indicated page immediately, while Marcos took Odaiv to the infirmary. "Can anyone start reading?" Ichiro asked.

"I can, teacher." Said Skirp, the gnome boy. He cleared his throat and then began to read. The text spoke of an ancient war in the kingdom of Argia or something like that. Jack didn't pay much attention as he was kind of stunned. Class time passed, Jack couldn't do the classroom exercises right, luckily, Ichiro didn't check them all one by one that day.

"Exercise for home; read from page eighteen to twenty-five and then exercises from page twenty-five to thirty." Nobody complained out loud. "See you in two days. Until then, dear students!" He seemed to smirk as he said the last sentence.