Sorry again for the late chapter, I had planned to upload every sunday/monday but these last two weeks has been a chore. Though I still want to write for myself and for you guys. I hope you guys can enjoy this short chapter! Reviews are always welcome.
Ch. 4 The Golden Goons
The classroom was bustling with life. Constant inaudible chatter filled the room from front to rear. Paper planes flew above the students' heads every now and then only to contain words of love or curses when unfolded. Groups of students huddle around one another, glued by their similar interests, only jumping groups when the topic of conversation had the same wavelength. A student was checking herself on a hand mirror, others drew doodles on pieces of papers or was in the middle of eating a good amount of 'snack', two boys were arguing though it looked more like one of them was being scolded for his unseemly behavior, a girl helped herself with the free time to hone her trusty spear whilst chatting up a storm with another girl who was deep in her books. For a lack of a better image, the classroom was like a marketplace.
The door opened with a loud bang and in came the new professor, her presence alone shut the classroom down from its loud activities. Her strut gave off her dominance, showing the students who's boss. In her hands were thick tomes which were dropped onto the teacher's desk. A puff of smoke escaped their death from under the heavy books. The professor flipped a few pages of the book and opened the first chapter. She held her chin and read the book with the utmost concentration, nodding every time she understood the contents. The classroom now had a heavy air which made some of the students so uncomfortable they couldn't move a muscle.
The students jumped as the professor stood up from her desk and turned to the blackboard. Without uttering a single word, she took the white chalk and began writing on the blackboard. Beresu never thought that she would become a professor, but she had to do what she was assigned to whether she had any experience in it or not. It was not an option to fail, it never was. That was how she was taught and in turn that was how she thought. She turned to her students, scanned every single face there was. From the scan she pinpointed students that might need special attention in the future, and unsurprisingly she found some, or rather a lot. She moved over to the side of the board so the students can see clearly what she had written. Her gestures, her actions, her utter presence had made her students realize something. That she was a natural at this teaching gig. The blackboard read:
"Nature of Warfare: Chapter 1. Basic Roles of Combat"