Battle Training/ Gym

[Ephraim the Lunar Warrior]

Class Syllabus

L’état, c’est moi! (I am the state!)
~King Louis XIV~

Welcome to the most important class you will ever take. This is not only an important class, but also a reasonably difficult one. It is not so difficult because of me, but because it depends on your own ways of honing your powers’ capability, not my syllabus.

You are the decider of your grade, I am simply the final decision-maker.

In this class we shall not only be learning to do what we, ourselves, can do; however, we shall learn what our peers can do as well to the best of our ability. If it is possible to learn (as almost all physical and magical techniques are, lest they be genetically determined) we shall learn it.

“I am your only source of physical prowess. I am your only opportunity at becoming warriors.” Whoever thinks such a thing may leave my class as of this instant. YOU are the person that hinders or acts as a catalyst to your strength, I am simply the guide.

In contrast, there are several magical classes in this school taught by Professor Wickerland, or Valentine, depending on said teacher’s preference. However, I will not teach the way he teaches. He shall most probably be teaching you how to do something. (I do not know him personally, so this is simply an assumption). However, I shall teach you when, where, why, and what to use when in a situation of battle.

All you magickless warriors that are wondering how you shall pass this class, do not worry. I will grade by effort by the most part; however, if I know you can do something and have the ability to do something, then your grade will suffer in turn. Believe me, you can’t hide it from me, no matter how much of a prodigy you think of yourself as.

Henceforth, you shall start this class with a Tabula Rasa. A new beginning, or the beginning of the end—whatever you think it as, I do not care. However, you will work, you will sweat, you will become stronger. If you don’t, then I will kill you. Haha… that was a joke, my petrified little kiddies. What I will do is that I will flunk you. You will see me year after year until I see it fit that you graduate to the next level. I don’t care if you are fifty and I’m a hundred. I. Will. Live.

The Units will be surprises henceforth. There is no text to follow, simply a Lord Vishnu to listen to. And, yes, that is what you will refer to me by. Get it ingrained into your vast, or teeny little heads, my sweets… it’s gonna’ be a long year.

 

[Ephraim the Lunar Warrior]

Vishnu sat reading what seemed to be called The Book of Invisibility. Apparently, they had an entire tome for its subdivisions. This was oddly surprising, obviously, for to most invisibility is an art by which you are, or aren’t, in that present condition. But, no; the author, E. T. Plasm, viewed this quite differently. There were subdivisions to invisibility. You were not simply invisible or visible. On the contrary, many semi-invisible peoples also existed and cherished their transparency. Vishnu still had yet to find the uses for them, however. What use could be semi-invisibility? Could it possibly be… semi-camouflage?! My god, what use!

Vishnu rose from his seat, the dusty, withered, old book finally shut. He scoped the familiar surroundings of the library once more… the panels of books, the domed ceiling… everything else that simply complemented the aesthetic finishing.

His firm stature rose from his seat, thusly. His lightly clothed feet pattered on the cold, marble floor. He felt the shelves nostalgically, as he passed them perfunctorily. And, then, he finally left that sanctum sanctorum of bibliophilic ecstasy.

He walked through the school, his class much farther from the bibliotheca than he would wish. Through the garden, he sped. Through the arena, he tread. He went past everything sooner or later, by which he finally came upon his classroom.

He felt the cold, neglected knob creak as he guided it through the act of opening, and he felt the heavy, earthen door scratch the sandy floor of his classroom as it groaned its way into publicity. He took his cape off as he slid into something warmer in the open-aired classroom, finally situated in his lotus throne ingrained at the pate of the class.

Vacation had come to an end, he noticed. Now it was time to work for his keep. And what better way to do that than to finally plan out the first day’s lesson? Tomorrow, all the great children of tomorrow will come handicapped to his classroom, and it will be his duty to help all of them. What fun. Hopefully someone with a challenging ability will arrive, and thus… Vishnu will have something to enjoy as well. However, by and by, he could feel this would be an interesting year. It will definitely not be boring, that’s for sure.