No School Like the Old School[P, Ren]

Shadowfax would gently nod as the sensei wrapped the class up. He seemed to be a man of appreciation for his village and the students under his supervision. The amount of information he was willing to share with everyone was astouding, and his generosity was certainly worth mentioning in any form of biographical expression. She took a mental note of the specific interest he seemed to take in the red haired boy. "Jayce" was his name. Got it. Before the sensei had completely wrapped up the class, he had informed both Shadowfax and Jayce of possible extra credit activities which they were free to take part of if they so chose. This included practicing their medical capabilities and breaking the seal of a scroll. She hadn't really taken any particular interest in Fuinjutsu or scroll techniques, so it was something she wasn't truly interested in. The medical extra carricular however caught her attention. Shadowfax had always taken a massive interest in the study of human anatomy and biology. Such things were always fascinating to her. It captivated her mind actually, how things as simple as pills could improve a persons psychological condition, or enhance their spiritual essence entirely. It was intruiging to say the least.

Shadowfax had become lost in thought, staring out of a nearby window after the echo of Ren's voice had escaped her mind, the reverberation of his footsteps disappearing as he made his way down the hallway. Her right ear twitched, the door sliding shut and gently tapping the wall on contact. Students began leaving the class, her eyes drifted to a tree outside, the storm causing the window to paint a picture of morbid brutality. The image became fogged, shrouding the violently swaying tree from clear vision. 

The constant pitter patter created a pattern of practical impracticality, a painful picture being paraphrased and paraded around in a parallel universe, paragraph after paragraph parenting the passage of a particular patience. Pausing to pay her peaceful respects to the peak of perfect performance and perhaps a permanent emission of persistence, her mind performed in a pessimistic yet paradoxical philosophy. The plea of every player piloting this unpleasant prevalance, but a poem isn't poetry until it is plotted to be elegant. Political pollution polluting the population and pompous, not-positive people, pushing their possessiveness on the minor portions, posing a problem of power and potential poverty, and to think, the precision of this preference is hidden in the premise of a prejudiced prison, precipitation. Preseasons presenting prerequisites for the present, primarily preventing pressure from previously a preserved presence. The principals of privilege are probably improbable, probation procedures proceeding to profit from reversed progress. Prized property prosecuted and promoted, we all become professors of our profession, pitying our privately pilfered lives.

Radical railroads raining down on rainforests, ranking up rapidly, the ratio of the relenquished is rather rational, reaching a rare and realistic reality, reasoning remaining unreasonable. Recalling received recessed memories, remembering and recognizing all recommended records, Shadowfax began to recreate and reform her ideals in a regard which reduces and virtually refuses all regrets, rejecting the regulation of regular relationships, even relatives. She would relax, releasing a relevant relief. Reliving a remarkable reputation, relationships such as those remain easily removed, replaced, reporting a staggering replicated rate of rejection. Rinse and repeat, on request. Reserved for research by request, residents often resign or resist from this resolve; the resources of restoration resting with the responsibility of rendering rewards in ruthless revolution.

Nations are naked, nailed to a narrow national nature; natural and native nausea nears a necessary facade, her nervousness neighboring a nested network of neutral negligence. Nevertheless, normality never normally enables the nuisance to nitpick the numb and napping nibbler. Nomadic in nature, beckons nature forth a newborn of namable numeric ninjas, nuzzled in the newly named novice village of Kirigakure. Notifying herself of the number of numerous nutcases in the room. The nursery of nooses tightening the nymphomaniacs in a noxious and notched novelty.

Xenopus bounce along in the xerarch of Kirigakure; sipping from xylem, xanthic in color, a xerotic expression befalling onlookers. They seemed to excrete xylene, soaking the xyloid, producing xylose. Their patterns were similar to a xebec, quality rather xenic. Their purpose was xenia, transferring precious xenos despite the xeric exoskeleton conditions. Xeropthalmia being the killing factor, only examined and detected through xenodiagnosis. The ground below xanthophyll in characteristic and xanthous in nature and xylidine oriented. Close study of xylotomy reveals they were xerosere, xanthein, and produced xylocarp which are xerophily. Due to their development of xerophytism. 

Back to a more sensibly descriptive format, however. Shadowfax was simply lost in thought, studying the plantlife outside and analyzing the amphibious creatures which marked the surface of Kirigakure's now tidal coastlines and island beaches. If not for the storm, the village might actually be a tourist attraction. The beauty of the isle is nearly unmatched, its lands scattered and yet unified. She would pay a closer amount of attention to Jace as he tended to his desired activities, and sat in her chair as every other student made their way exiting the classroom following Ren's dismissal. Satisfied with how the training went, she would smile and stand, opting to leave the room and do the medical-related extra-cirricular activity. Standing, she would slide her chair in, meandering past the last of the students leaving. She'd look back at Jace and smile. "I suppose we'll be friends from now on. I can get used to that. Have a good day.. Perhaps we will encounter each other again soon." With that, Shadowfax would slide the door open, and shut, heading down the hall toward the next room, where Ren had pointed out that the activity would be awaiting anyone willing to do it. 

bumping for approval since my claims were edited in after Ryu's post
"TWC: 3281 towards Living Weapon Creation (3281/7500) using 25% discount
3281 words towards Teaching The next Generation The other WC completed in a Parallel thread
Permission given from aki to train the tech while its on temporary un-approval without the ability to use it.
1 thread towards bloodline discovery"

@Ren @Sam all claims approved.