Class is now in session (open)

Ezrachek was sitting in his room as usual, smoking a cigarette when he came across the idea of teaching a class at the academy. It wouldnt be too difficult, due to the vast knowledge that he held. However the difficulty would be in choosing a relevant topic to choose. He thought about the different options. Survival in battle. Recon. Stealth. Strategy. Tactics. The difference between strategy and tactics. Finally, one stuck. The importance of being a shinigami. He thought about how awesome it would be to teach the incoming academy students about what he was not taught in his time in the academy. Most of his information had actually been retained at the library after his indoctrination as a shinigami, for he rarely ever actually showed up to class as he was always sparring or something else to better his fighting. He finally decided that tomorrow he would start his class, hoping that people would actually show up.

The next day

Ezrachek awoke early. Earlier than usual. Even before the sun rose in order for him to get morning workout in before leaving. He ran 8 miles around the barracks and when back in his room, he knocked out 700 pushups and 1000 situps. He felt in top physical shape, as expected from a 2nd squad member! He got dressed in some clean, non-sweaty clothes and started his walk to the academy. He took out a cigarette and began smoking it. He puffed out little smoke clouds, creating different designs with the smoke. He had gotten rather good at it and was able to blow perfectly round rings of smoke from his lips.

He arrived at the academy and took his seat behind the teachers desk. "To think that i would ever be sitting behind one of these damned things." Ezrachek said quietly to himself as he finished the cigarette and disposed of the butt. He went to the doorway of the room and hung a sign outside that posted:

Class is now in Session

The sun's rays beamed through Drac's room signal the beginning of a new day. Drac woke up wiping the cold from his eyes and began his regular routine of brushing his teeth, taking a shower, and ironing his clothing. Drac looked at the clock, placed above his bed, and notice that it almost time for class to start. He quickly began putting on his academy clothing plus his iron gauntlet and boots and bolted out the door.

Drac made his way into the huge building, where all the classrooms were held, left and right he watched students moved about before class. Some gossip over trivial things while other began making their way to class, Drac pulls out a piece of paper "Lets see my teacher is named.......Ezrachek Rayone. Ah, his class is on the second floor. Drac makes his way up the stairs and notice the smell of smoke. "Smoke....they allow smoking in class. I hope its not the teacher smoking but who am i to judge." Drac kept on walking to class, while each step he took the smell got stronger.

Drac notice a man hanging a door outside the class he's heading to and quickly rush inside That must be the teacher. Drac quickly took his seat and looked at Ezrachek, who was slightly shorter than him and smaller. He seem like a cool guy.

Hibiki's morning started early. Akki's vivid, surreal dreams often caused him to wake up, especially when their consciousnesses began to fold into one another, something neither of them had control over, and often happened when they were asleep. This morning's wake up call had been one of them. He couldn't remember the details, but it'd felt so real. It had obviously upset Akki, since Hibiki could barely feel his consciousness, tucked away and shrunken to a miniscule portion of their shared mind. He shook it off, and got ready to go.

Being several hours early, he decided a light workout was in order. Flashbacks of his little spar with Hageshii came to him, like snapshots in a movie. He absently felt at the scar on his chest, still mildly flaking; He had refused to let the members of the 4th squad to even touch it. He wanted to bear the memory, as a testament. It was scarring quite nicely, he noted, as he drew his strange shaped wakizashi from their sheaths, which were held in place just at the small of his back. He went through kata, effortlessly sliding from one form to the next, and then began to add his own flair, as if he were in real combat, a random, beautifully executed lash of one blade, while the other flew from his hand, only to be yanked back in an arc that drew his opponent in. The time passed by, and the sun began to rise higher.

By the time Hibiki sheathed his blades, he was dripping perspiration, his breath coming out in deep huffs. He had ditched the upper half of his uniform, in an attempt to not make it dirty, and thusly, donned it now. Tilting his head back to fit it through the opening at the top, he paused mid-dressing when he caught sight of the sun. Class was usually already started by the time the sun reached the top of the central tower. It's current location was a fraction of an inch to the side of it.

"Shit..." Hibiki muttered, taking off in the direction of his first class, still trying to shove his shirt back on as he went. Several times he bumped into other students, in exactly the same predicament as he was, and they paid each other no heed. He finally entered the hallway in which his classroom was located, having crossed the majority of the complex to reach the building, and put on a mad burst of speed to make it to the door. He had yet to be late to a class, and did not intend for this one to be his first. Focused on the task at hand, he didn't see the wet floor sign posted in the hall, right next to the door as he made a beeline. His momentum carried him through the closing door, into the room, and sprawling onto the teacher's desk, which he ever-so-dramatically rolled over and sprang upright on the other side of.

"Hibiki, present and accounted for." he said with a mock salute, just as the gong signaling the beginning class started to toll.

Ezrachek walked back towards his desk as the students took their seats. "sit wherever you like" Ezrachek said with a sigh as he went through his notes. He was going to give this long class about the history of the Zanpakuto and the idealogy that explains the shinigami's connection with their zanpakuto as weapons and tools. He walked to the front of the classroom and unsheathed his zanpakuto. "This. Is a Zanpakuto. As many of you know already, this is the tool and weapon used by all the shinigami in Seireitei. However, I'm not sure that you know how the zanpakuto originally came to be." Ezrachek said contently as he resheathed his zanpakuto. He untied it from his hip, knowing that the rare occasion that something were to go down, he would have his kido, fighting skill, and the natural instinct of the 2nd squad to protect him and his few students who actually showed up. "Back in the beginning, the very beginning, there were no zanpakuto spirits persay. The ancient ancestors thought it to be that the swords that they possessed had certain spirits, and would aid the samurai in battle. One man that had an especially high spiritual pressure formed the first legitimate zanpakuto spirit, based on this idea. There was no evidence, however, to there being a creation, nor any evidence proving that there were spirits prior to, so there is no way to tell if he really did create the zanpakuto spirit. The history text books show that he created the zanpakuto, however there is much speculation that his increased spiritual pressure only enhanced the spirit to an extremely noticeable level, and through that, inspired the relatively lazy samurai to engage in the finding of their own zanpakuto spirits. That man was the Captain Commanders Ancestor. There is a reason why the leadership is so strong with our Captain Commander. The man who found his zanpakuto spirit died during battle in the physical life, and his spirit became a plus, where he found other samurai plusses. They together created what is known now as the Gotei 13, however, at the time it was known only as Feudal Protection Agency, as their main goal was to protect the humans from evil forces. These evil forces as you know are now known as hollows. Ezrachek sat down and spoke about much more nonsense about the history of the shinigami. Mostly irrelevant banter about how the Gotei 13 changed from the FPA to the Gotei 13 that it is now. He looked up at the end of his lecture, noticing that it was just over an hour long. A lot shorter than his practice speech was last night. He then turned his attention the students to see if they were even still awake.