Post by Principal Kobayashi Touma on Aug 8, 2018 23:04:38 GMT -4
“I think this illustrates your flaws perfectly, the both of you.” The principal looked at Darren first, who was shaking off the hit. He was tough; it would take a lot more than one punch to take him down. “Darren, you lose your concentration too easily when the pace slows down, and you end up screwing yourself over with stupid mistakes. It not a bad thing to enjoy a fight, but you must not treat it as a game. Take example on Jasmine's seriousness, keep your wits about you and your fighting prowess will improve dramatically. You can be sure of this."
“As for you, Jasmine. You adapt to situations remarkably quickly, but your swings are wide and your attacks too direct. You managed to land a punch of Darren, but he was controlling the pace and dancing around you. As powerful as you are, you might encounter villains that are good at temporization and denying you use of your power. Don’t get too cocky, and learn from Darren's finesse and tactics. One powerful punch is more easily defended against than three quicker ones, and the same goes for explosions.”
With this, the principal pulled an A4 sheet of paper from his folder. On it was inscribed a training program asking for absurd amounts of repetitions and absurdly difficult exercises. “Which brings me to my second point. Jasmine, I won’t train you just yet. You have a tendency to shoulder burdens entirely by yourself, train alone and look down on your schoolmates. You need to change that. A hero cannot act alone. There are things other know that you don’t. Some of these they can teach you. Some they don’t. Learn to cooperate with your classmates, and in the meantime, you can work on this training program.”
A rarely-seen sly smile adorned the principal’s lips for a second. “If you can’t even do this without breaking a sweat, you aren’t worth training anyway.” Hoping to have piqued the competitive instincts of the American student, he shifted his attention to the half-Australian one.
“Darren, I’ll keep this short and sweet. No one can deny your enthusiasm for fighting. You leave a lot to be desired in everything else, except history surprisingly, and your utter lack of a sense of responsibility is the worst offender. Which is why I’m making you president of the newly-formed martial arts club. This is your club room.” He handed him a form, and then another, and then five or six others. “... and this one is the member list. Find members, have them sign it, and get me all of these on my desk by the end of the week.”
Probably leaving his students a little dumbfounded and with quite a few more papers between their hands than they came in with, the principal would look at his watch and excuse himself, declaring he was busy. And just like that, he was gone, back to the mountain of paperwork that awaited him in his office.
“As for you, Jasmine. You adapt to situations remarkably quickly, but your swings are wide and your attacks too direct. You managed to land a punch of Darren, but he was controlling the pace and dancing around you. As powerful as you are, you might encounter villains that are good at temporization and denying you use of your power. Don’t get too cocky, and learn from Darren's finesse and tactics. One powerful punch is more easily defended against than three quicker ones, and the same goes for explosions.”
With this, the principal pulled an A4 sheet of paper from his folder. On it was inscribed a training program asking for absurd amounts of repetitions and absurdly difficult exercises. “Which brings me to my second point. Jasmine, I won’t train you just yet. You have a tendency to shoulder burdens entirely by yourself, train alone and look down on your schoolmates. You need to change that. A hero cannot act alone. There are things other know that you don’t. Some of these they can teach you. Some they don’t. Learn to cooperate with your classmates, and in the meantime, you can work on this training program.”
A rarely-seen sly smile adorned the principal’s lips for a second. “If you can’t even do this without breaking a sweat, you aren’t worth training anyway.” Hoping to have piqued the competitive instincts of the American student, he shifted his attention to the half-Australian one.
“Darren, I’ll keep this short and sweet. No one can deny your enthusiasm for fighting. You leave a lot to be desired in everything else, except history surprisingly, and your utter lack of a sense of responsibility is the worst offender. Which is why I’m making you president of the newly-formed martial arts club. This is your club room.” He handed him a form, and then another, and then five or six others. “... and this one is the member list. Find members, have them sign it, and get me all of these on my desk by the end of the week.”
Probably leaving his students a little dumbfounded and with quite a few more papers between their hands than they came in with, the principal would look at his watch and excuse himself, declaring he was busy. And just like that, he was gone, back to the mountain of paperwork that awaited him in his office.