Despite compromising with this situation, he knew well enough not everyone he had pointed out was going to suddenly listen, or even behave in the future, but now they had his attention. He was far from a cruel person, anything but in fact, but what he was more than most was a strictly protective person. As an instructor, and during this time, he was in charge of everyone in this class and was invested on helping them grow, but he would never waver in making sure everyone was equally praised and equally punished if need be. It was simply how he was raised, and if the students were out of line in the future, no doubt they'd see that protective side of him come out once more.
Making his way back to the front of the class, he grabbed the training dummy and moved it aside, grabbing some chalk and began to write and badly draw. Upon the board now were three stick figure shinobi next to each other and a larger version above them.
"When you graduate from this academy, more than any weapon, item, or jutsu you can learn, the most important of tool of all with be your teammates. You will be put into squads of three with a higher ranking shinobi leading said team."
Turning and drawing a large circle around the four, he turned toward the class and took his time speaking once more, making sure he had their attention first.
"No clan jutsu, power in your blood, katana, monster you can control, or fireball you can throw will ever equal this."
Tapping the chalk on the board it made dots on each of the three members he had drawn.
"Some of you think you are the smartest here, perhaps you think you are the strongest here, but once you walk out of my classroom after graduation, you'll find there are many smarter, many far stronger, and those of you relying on yourselves will find the value in those teammates to pick you up, have your back, protect you."
His eyes surveyed the class, pausing each time he spoke, finally sitting down the chalk.
"You'll learn quickly that you can't be friends with everyone, you can't make everyone like you, but friends aren't about how many you have, but how good those friends are. Quality over quantity my mother says, and it's true with everything in life. Would you rather have ten dull kunai or one perfectly made katana?"
Looking at Kin for a moment, he looked like he wanted to speak, but then stopped, turning around, and pulling the training dummy back in front of the chalk board, but closer to the middle of the room. Walking over to his desk he pulled out two kunai and pointed one at Kin, then one at a boy sitting at the very back of the class. Lightly throwing the kunai towards them, they stopped with the use of his gravity control, gently landing in front of both of them.
"Can the two of you please pick those up and show me, while staying seated, how you would hold that weapon properly. Don't worry, this isn't a right or wrong answer situation."
Once they'd grab the kunai they'd realize they were practice weapons, made of rubber, unlikely to be able to even bruise someone without seriously working to do so.
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