(Hybrid/Permitted) The Goofy Theatre Teacher...a Swordsman?

UHCM, the Teacher of 3-S in Theatre Arts and Production

It was during school and despite his supposed leave due to an injury that would prevent him from working in the workshop with the other students, the stubborn man known as 'U' or 'U-Sensei' or even 'Smith-Sensei' is in the middle of the field with a collection of odd objects; a Scottish Lowlander Claymore that is gleaming with cleanliness and anomalous energy that is different from his own, an eight-foot two-by-four wooden stock, and four sets of weighted 'armor' used to build endurance. The last one that was strapped to his back before being put down was definitely a military box with the insignia for a private army associated with Shadin Yuudeshi. Within that box are an array of blank ammunition and tracer rounds used for training and a small collection of pistols and compact assault rifles.

UHCM is wearing a standard tee shirt and pajama pants and sneakers. Typically, he keeps the black color scheme to represent that he works behind the scene in theatre. With one of the weighted armors, he dons himself and add resistance to his exercises. After he wraps the last arm wrap, onlookers can tell that he is amazingly slower than usual as he slips an antique six-shooter revolver's holster with the gun inside around his belt by a clip on. Using the weights as the challenge, he squats and collects his sword, which would look heavy considering that it's length is as long as UHCM is tall if not a bit taller over all (roughly six feet.) Each step he makes, there was a loud thump onto the wooden flooring that was designed by earlier architects to resist even frequented sword strikes. For a moment, he realizes that he forgotten something and it is his shoes. He 'stomps' (normal walking, just the weights make it sound like it) over to the bleachers and sits down to untie his shoes and places them off to the side so he can practice with his socks on.

Even with the weighted helmet, UHCM still looks like he has little trouble doing so while he keeps his head straight. He grasps his sword with both hands and adjusts his stance to find his center of balance.

The white haired girl walked through the school, accompanied by a very professional looking man. Today she wore a plain white tee shirt and jeans, a look of boredom on her face. Her skin had a completely smooth tan, giving it a bronzish color. Her brown eyes looked around at the inside of the school building as they walked along, taking in everything as she did. Loud thumps from the nearby arena, and the man put a hand on her shoulder as they neared the place. Leading her over slowly, he opened the door, a soft smile on his face as he spotted a teacher. The man waved a hand, trying to get the teacher’s attention, holding up a folder in his other hand. Within that folder was information about Tamari, the girl with this man. Information that had been gathered when she fought Sou Yuuki, as well as information that she had given the government about her three hundred year absence from society, and information on what her condition was. The three hundred years of isolation had affected her after all, and that was why she was now going to be in school again. Having tested her, she had shown she did not have the knowledge required to graduate high school, as well as having odd tendencies that would not be accepted in most places. She was here to be helped back in to society, guided by the staff and teachers.

Once the official was sure that the man had noticed him, he pointed to the folder, then the girl, before laying the folder on the bleachers and turning around, exiting through the doors. Tamari watched him go, anxiety in her eyes as she turned around, looking at the teacher. As she watched him swing the sword, her hand twitched, as if she was holding back something, and she slowly made her way over to the bleachers, sitting down next to the folder. She sat there, watching the man practice, her eyes never leaving him once.

He turns his head towards the agent and the girl entering the arena, bearing the facial expression of a professional fighter as he simply nudges his head to the bleachers, prompting both the agent and the girl to the bleachers. "Why flying so soon, Suit? Thee shiela is anxious and as a man of thy stature shalt not abandon her so soon." His voice was smooth and sincere while hinted in casual demeanor, a sign that somehow he has the upper hand over the two newcomers. Without bearing much thought, he shifts his right step behind his left and rotates himself with grace, despite the weights. Also surprising would be that any eye peering at his footwork would tell that they simply glide instead of lifting; perhaps a technique to reduce the noise and limit energy consumption to move.

Keeping his arms down and almost straight while it is easy to tell that he is standing straight to maintain his center of gravity, UHCM studies the two like a hunter studying a pair of preys. "Why art thou cometh to thine audience? If thou hast courtesy, thou shalt voice on thy own volition." UHCM calmly demands with little application of authority behind his tone, representing himself as both a teacher and someone important. He raises his left arm towards the agent as he gestures him to approach with a stern voice of command that shall not be trifled with, "Could thou be gentleman and tend to the removal of thine burden? The entire armor, please." He awaits for their reply.

The government agent sighed, turning around as the teacher called to him. He looked somewhat irritated at the man, but when he talked there was no sign of disrespect in his voice.

“I’m sorry sir, but I have other duties I must attend to. My only duty here was to escort this young lady in to the care of Jacob Benjamin Smith, a teacher at Karakura High. Any information you might need is in that folder. Now, I must take my leave.”

With that he left, not turning around no matter what. The girl kept staring at the teacher, and one could notice that she was specifically staring at his sword. Her left hand was wrapped around the edge of the bleachers next to her, the wood cracking from the force of her grip. She was taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself and control her lust for battle. The anxiety she had been feeling about going to school was disturbing the delicate balance that kept her love for battle in check. Slowly her grip would begin to loosen as she slowly regained control of all her emotions. Curiosity got the better of her though, and she walked slowly towards the gear the teacher had left to the side, crouching down next to the military box. She poked experimentally at the box, then at the things inside it. She was like a child who had just found a toy she had never seen before, trying to figure out what it did and how it was used.