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Khaleb


The Hydrus Montre
Owner: Shantal

Age: 6 years, 1 month, 4 weeks

Born: October 18th, 2013

Adopted: 5 years, 1 month, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: October 15th, 2014


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August 28th, 2017

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Story

As he walked into the room, his ears were assaulted by the sound of swords striking each other and the yells of the students training. The thought occurred to him that he was very grateful swordsmanship wasn't a subject he taught. He observed the poor forms of the undisciplined students who he wouldn't have the misfortune of teaching for another two years - he only taught strategy to senior students. By the time they got to him, most of the idiots were weeded out; many were not able to handle the stress of combat training - but most just had no talent for it. Khaleb didn't believe in wasting his time on the dumb ones.

Khaleb had served for decades in Her Majesty Merana's forces. He had been forced into a teaching position after an injury to his hind legs left him with a permanent limp. There weren't many choices for those who retired from her forces; if you weren't an officer on a mission, you weren't permitted to leave the Islands. He never wanted to be one of those lazy creatures who sat on the beach all day sun tanning. So he took the teaching position that was offered to him.

"The only means of war is combat! If you cannot even use a weapon, you useless little turds, how do you expect to win?" Khaleb listened as the instructor berated the students. He quite agreed with the statement - these were second year students, they should be better at this by now.

"With my bow, sir!" One of said useless turds yelled, dropping his sword.

"At close range combat? You may as well shove your bow up your ass as your enemy cuts you down. Now pick up that sword, Noodle Arms! I'll be sure to send a report to your physical instructor that you cannot even lift a practice sword!" the swordsmanship instructor snapped at the student.

Khaleb grinned as the student moaned miserably at the idea of all the additional drills he would likely now have to do.

As annoying as he found teaching, Khaleb enjoyed watching other instructors give the students hell. They weren't as strict as him; Khaleb would have made the student duel him, so he could knock the brat on his ass for the backtalk. He decided he would rather keep observing, rather than interrupt the class to pull out a special student he was told could use his attention.

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This art by: User not found: anastasia
Overlay by Nayona
Profile by Shantal

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