History Sounds Painful (Solo)

Shioshi raced through the hallways, cursing the entire way. The next period was about to begin, and he was on the other side of the Academy! It was at times like this he wished he knew how to use Shunpo. Of course, he wouldn't be learning that for quite awhile, and so he was cursed with normal speed. His feet pounded against the ground as the students around him entered their respective classes. He turned a corner but slipped as he did, losing his balance and crashing to the floor. Cursing again, especially since this was probably the farthest from calm he'd ever been, he pushed himself back to his feet and sprinted forward once again. He turned the last corner just as class began, signaled by the pounding of a bell. He slipped once more, but he was so close to the classroom door, he collided with it, blasting it open and then coming to a crashing halt inside.

Every eye in the room was on him, and he heard more than one fit of laughter roll through students. The teacher only raised an eye, muttered something about irresponsible students, and then moved to stand before the class, ready to being the lesson as soon as Shioshi got to his seat. Cheeks turning red, he pulled himself back to his feet, and then moved quickly to his seat, another round of laughter rolling about the room. He took his seat, squirmed uncomfortably for a moment, and then settled back, calm returning to him as the class focused on the teacher. He finally managed to pay attention to the teacher, after having recovered from his embarrassment, and found himself listening to the teacher talking about some sort of battle. The lesson having caught his attention, he managed to completely focus on it.

"...all out battle with the Arrancar. The Shinigami managed to push them back, but not without casualties. We lost many lives that day. This was the first true battle against the Arrancar, and before their numbers began to drastically increase. Without the sacrifices of the Shinigami then, today's world would be much, much different," said the instructor. Shioshi truly did listen with interest as she went on to describe the particulars of the battle, such as the more prominent people that participated in it, on both sides. He especially loved to hear about the different Zanpakutou the Shinigami and Arrancar had used, each of them so different and all of them so powerful. He gave a small grin each time he heard of a Bankai, as those were his favorite things to hear about.

Finally, after another hour talking about a few other battles, the class came to an end. Shioshi almost got up and left, but sat back down when the teacher began to talk about some sort of project. Immediately, Shioshi's interest in the class vanished, replaced by annoyance. He truly hated projects, or homework of any kind, actually. He believed that work should be confined to the class only, and anything outside of that parameter was a waste of time. He tried his best not to simply bolt for the door, and managed to, as he listened to the teacher's explanation. Once again, he listened to her words, but this time, it was with annoyance, and not eagerness.

"You each will choose an important event in Soul Society's history, and then study on it. You will then come to class with a written report on said subject, and deliver it in front of the class. The minimum page number is three, front and back, with six as the maximum, also front and back, obviously. This is an extremely important project, so do the best that you can," said the teacher, her voice now feeling like it was drilling into Shioshi's skull. His enthusiasm had fallen even lower. Finally, the teacher dismissed the class, and Shioshi was the first out the door, running straight for the next period... and once again getting sidetracked.

He shot down the hallways, but came up short as he passed his room. He had remembered something he needed for the next class, so he shoved open the door and entered, heading straight towards his dresser. On top, he found his books, all of them, save for his history book, which he placed there then, since he'd brought it into the class. He hadn't used it, no one had, but still, it was a requirement, just in case there's a change in schedule, and they ended up using it anyways. He turned and moved over to the side of the room where he kept his Academy blade, since Students didn't get real Zanpakutou until they graduated. Zanjutsu was next, and so he certainly needed it. He hung the sheath and blade on his back, and then headed out, ready to get on with the day.