Fandom High School

A weird feeling in the air that morning combined with an official summons back to the Seireitei for what was being called 'official Shinigami training' left Shunsui feeling actually a little glad for the distraction that his class would provide that week. It allowed him to put off, at least for a little bit, having to decide which was the lesser of two annoyances: dealing with whatever was going to be going on here, if anything, or deal with...'official Shinigami training.'

Both left the impression that they would be thoroughly annoying, but no one really cared when he skipped out of stuff here. With the Soul Society, there were at least three hens that would be pecking at him regarding his absense, so he supposed he was on his way back there as soon as his 'obligations' here were fulfilled. Which meant he saw no reason why not to try to put off the inevitable while things were just a weird feeling in the air around the island for him.

"Konnichiwa, ducklings ♥!" he greeted them brightly. "Todays' game will be our last one," here, he gave a little bit of a pout as if he wasn't rady to be done with a class that had him doing fighting stuff, "and since we're all adults here, I'd like to celebrate a successful passage of another summer session by treating you all to drinks of your choice at the bar later, if you would like to celebrate all your fine work done here in this course ♥."

And totally not just an excuse why he couldnt' return to the Seireitei earlier, really! It was just coincidence that he would be delayed because he made a promise to his students, and he couldnt' just break a promise, could he? How terribly dishonorable!

"But that ♥," he flashed a grin, "is for later ♥. For now, allow me to introduce you to Irooni, which means Lustrous Demon. It is a color-based game, one that employs a bit of strategy and consideration. You see, before you strike, you must choose a color, and it is only when you strike that color on your opponant that you will do any damage. So, of course, if someone where to fight me and choose Pink, they would do well to attack at my back, but have a little success of they were going for my chest; they would want to choose Black for that, and should I shed my haori," he let it flutter to the ground for effect, standing there now instead in his white captains' robe over his black base robe, "they would be in trouble, as there is now nothing n my person they can strike with effect. Simple enough, right?"

And here, he had to chuckle.

"Unfortunately," and that word was infused with a great deal of sincerity, "there is one other catch. The damage you are able to do is directly correlated to how much of that color you yourself are wearing ♥. So let's say," he swept down a moment to pick the haori back up, slipping it back over his shoulders, "I were to choose pink. I could make myself incredibly vulnerable, since so much of my body is covered by pink, but, since so much of what I am wearing is pink, I can deal far more damage when I strike someone wearing pink. If I were to choose black, and shed both my outer robes, then I make myself even more vulnerable, but can cause more damage to my opponant if they are wearing black.

"Make sense ♥?" He snorted faintly. "It's fine if it doesn't. Basically, it is as much strategy as anything. I do have some interesting and colorful clothing options available if you'd like to make things a bit more interesting, but, with that, find a partner and let's play ♥.

"And, don't forget ♥. Drinks on me later for your troubles ♥."

Well. It was nice while it lasted, but it appeared as though there was no getting around it this week. Shunsui would...actually have to teach this class. So he was all sighs and waffling while he went to go get the danger shop all set up for the lesson, although he managed to put up a good face when it actually came time to do the thing.

"And welcome," he announced, with a small oomph to it, although that underlying feeling of just simply not wanting to be there and thinking this was all a bit ridiculous was not hiding in it very well, but he smiled all the same, "to our very first actual Battle Game ♥. Through the weeks, you may have picked up the fact that this is designed to turn what might otherwise be considered childrens games played on a playground into a battle tactic and a fighting strategy. Some of these are more evident than others. This week's is a very simple one. This week, we will be playing Takaoni ♥."

Shunsui gave a gesture to the set-up, which involved a rather small, somewhat cramped space. At the center of the room where he stood, there was a table with a variety of weapons on it and, all around them, there were various platforms, ramps, ropes, and poles set all along the way up for a good distance, an amalgamation of a parkour course meeting a rock climbing wall with the full intention of making things a bit difficult for most people.

"Takaoni," Shunsui explained further, "means 'Mountain Demon', and is basically a game of King of the Hill. Whoever has the highest ground wins. The stakes aren't quite as high as they are when I usually play this game," he gave an odd smile at that, "but it's simple enough."

With that, he drew his twin swords, with one evenly matched twirl of them just as much for show as for adjusting his grip on the hilts, and gave them a nod. "I'll see you on the top ♥."

And because he was loathed to put too much effort into any of this, it took Shunsui two inhumanly high leaps to bounce from one platform, to a second, then to the very top to wait for the others to fight their way up to join him, trying to gauge if their skills were all human enough that he could probably squeeze in a good nap before he had to contest with any of them when they got there.

Well, maybe not a nap. But, at the very least, a drink.