My name is Sato Kenji, or it was. Now my name is just Kenji.
I was originally adopted by a sect of cultivators after being abandoned at their gate as an infant. I was judged to be a promising young talent as my affinity for the fire element was beyond comparison to any of my peers in the sect. Hence, I was quickly taken in by an elder of the sect who cultivated the fire element. I was rather young at the time, so the elder decided to officially adopt me as he had no biological children of his own. With his support and my talents, I quickly reached the golden core stage at the age of 15. This was considered to be extremely fast, as the average cultivator on this continent would only reach this stage in their late twenties at best. Most of the seniors and elders were expecting me to become the third nascent soul of the sect, which would make me one of the top experts on this continent, as most can't even attempt to advance from golden core within their lifetime, and the few who does rarely survive the tribulation of the heavens required to advance. However, as a genius talent with the backing of a great master, my chances seemed pretty good. These great fortunes raised my self-esteem to the point of arrogance, as I wielded my status as a sect elder's direct disciple to look down upon my peers. This conceited pride would come to be my ruin, as I picked a fight with one of my juniors in the qi refinement stage, who had become the main target for my bullying for some time now. However, never did I imagine that loser to refine his skills in the face of hardships to the point of rivaling the power of those in the golden core stage, nor did I ever consider the enmity between us to run so deep he would resort to crippling my cultivation by breaking my core.
After barely surviving the backlash from my core breaking. I was disowned by my adoptive father and master and kicked out of the sect I had called home for as long as I can remember.
My once great fortune was turned to misfortune as I was left destitute and nearly defenseless. I later sold myself to a magic academy in the city of Shiro. Apparently, mages who specialize in making magic items require a lot of practice, hence the magic academy often hire crippled cultivators who has high elemental resistances to test out the highly unstable artifacts made by the students. In exchange they would offer me free food and shelter.
As an artifact tester, I am required to test out any magic items of the fire element, sometimes even using them to spar with other testers. I am not officially a student, so I do not get assigned homework, nor do I have to take any exams. Yet school regulations require me to attend an assigned class in order to gain a rudimentary understanding of the magic items' functionality, as well as make me seem more approachable to the students who want me to test their creations. However, because of my supposed outbursts, and violent tendencies, I was assigned as the exclusive tester for all of class 2F's magic items. Given the fact that neither the students nor the teachers are bothering to attend the classes, I often find myself with too much time on my hands, as I have nothing to do. I usually just practice martial arts in the dueling arena as I have nothing better to do.
I was doing just that today as well, when a silver haired man with a monocle appeared out of nowhere.
"Hello there, mister naughty delinquent number 3."
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The, oh so kind professor with no bladder control, had informed me that the last delinquent normally just stayed in the dueling arena all day every day. Hence, I had opted to look for the missing students first, since time was of the essence. Now that all the lost kids were found, it was time to pick up little old delinquent number 3 from kindergarten.
Those were the thoughts as I was walking up to the, for some reason shirtless body builder who was shadow boxing in the arena. However, suddenly I got a better idea.
"Hello there, mister naughty delinquent number 3." I said with a gentle smile on my face.
*Swoosh*
Suddenly, the naughty delinquent number 3 did a spin kick aimed at my head. I bent back a little as I saw his shoe pass me by.
"Sorry, I didn't see you." The delinquent said in a grumpy tone. Despite the fact he had looked right at me before kicking.
That's when it struck me. Little delinquent number 3 was blind. He probably just couldn't see the clock, which explains why he was late. Being the kind and responsible teacher that I am, I will forgive this young boy's tardiness. I thought while the image of the current classroom flashed through my head.
"I'm sorry for calling such a poor blind boy a delinquent. As an apology from this poor old teacher, how about I be your sparring partner for today."
"Uh… WAIT WHO ARE YOU CALLING BLIND?!" The blind boy yelled as he clearly accepted my apology, as he soon came swinging at me.
I pulled out a microphone as I started commentating the blind boy's movements while deftly dodging his attacks with minimal movements.
"And here comes blind boy coming in for the kill! He swings to the left! He swings to the right! He knees at the stomach, HE'S DOING ANOTHER SPINN KICK! AND HE MISSES!" I commented.
As my voice's excitement reached higher and higher intensities, so did the red color in blind boy's face.
"CAN YOU DO NOTHING BUT DODGE YOU COWERD!" He yelled as he started working up a sweat.
Dropping the microphone back in my dimensional space. I decided to finish this before recess. Just then, seeing me stop yammering. The boy lunged at me, aiming to punch my face and in response, I took a step forward, dodging his fist by a hair's breadth as I came right up to his face and kneed him in the stomach at the perfect moment to push the air out of his lungs. Then while I had him slumped over my knee, I elbowed him in the back, before stepping back as the blind boy fell to the ground coughing and wheezing in pain.
"Well, that was fun." I said as I grabbed him by the hair as his barely conscious body started flailing around in resistance as I pulled him back to class.
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After returning with the last delinquent in tow. I opened up the classroom door and threw the last brat into the wall opposing the entrance. After making sure everyone was still in the room, I began my greetings once again.
"Greetings, my-"
*RING*
Cutting off my morning greeting. The school bell rang, signaling the end of today's class. As this was my first day as a teacher, only one class was scheduled for today. Hence, I let them go with a warning to not be late to tomorrows, classes.
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Teachers log. Day 2: Number of students on time: 0