Chapter 6: First Class
The day after Auriaco's...abrupt introduction, he was slated to start teaching. His class was Combat Theory, a partner class to Professor Port's Combat Training class. He remembered this class well, as it was a requirement for all second year students to take it. The first few classes of the day went well, he didn't have to punish anyone, which was a little boring. His final class of the day saw a little action though.
It was about 3 in the afternoon when the students for his final class walked into the door. He counted them out and saw that this was his smallest group of about 16 people, or 4 groups. He noticed that all three of the groups he had noticed earlier where here, as well as a group of boys led by someone in a suit of armor, minus the helmet. Auraico could tell just by looking at him that he was the class bully. He would pick up one of the his tonfas that he had sitting on his desk and point it at the kid in the armor. "You there, Mr..." he would look at his scroll to see who it was, "ah yes, Mr Winchester. Please explain to the class why it's a bad idea to go up against a deathstalker in a group less than 4." He would watch the boy stutter and Auriaco knew the boy had no clue of the reason.
"Hmm...I guess I'll have to explain it then." He put the tonfa back onto the desk and started walking across the front of the room. "Deathstalkers are not only large and very dangerous, but if you attempt to handle them in a group of less than 4 people, you would not only die, but there would be nothing left of you to take back to your families. I should know. I had a friend die that way." He saw most of the class now had frightened looks on their faces. "Oh yes, I'm not going to sugarcoat anything here. You will learn the hard way, or you won't learn at all." He picked up his scroll again as he heard it ring. "Oh, good news. We have been approved for lessons in the Forever Fall tomorrow. I want you all here tomorrow morning at 6 sharp. No excuses. You miss tomorrow, and you will fail."
Auriaco put the scroll back into his pocket. "Now then. Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four. You are to learn that by tomorrow. Class is dismissed." He knew the class was far from over at that little 'lecture' had only lasted about 20 minutes into the class. Before he could hear any of the students try to tell him that there was still more time, or to hear some of them yell out in joy, he left the room to get some fresh air.