Back then, Jacob had no idea what he was capable of. Back then, he was just a regular school teacher at a rather irregular school. His students may have been able to conjure magic and bend the elements, but he was still just a man looking to educate the next generation and perhaps start a new chapter in his life after the divorce. As much as the events around him changed his view of the world and his attitude to certain kinds of people, he remained largely the same without any major surprises in his life. Then, one day, he stepped into the Special Training Class to see how things happened in the one class that was dedicated to helping the students cope with and control their abilities.
Now he was being asked by the same teacher who had experienced that day with him to come back to the same class and show off his abilities. The abilities he had discovered that very day in that very room. A few months before now, Jacob would have declined for fear of not knowing what he was capable of and simple uncertainty of what his abilities were. He had been in the same boat as those students. But now he mastered his abilities, and he was happy to hold a special session.
The teacher introduced Jacob, whom stood in front of the class, and retold the little tale about how one day, a math teacher came into the class and discovered he was a master swordsman. The class itself was very different from Jacob's usual environment. Instead of desks, chairs, and bookcases, there were athletic mats, benches, and several pieces of martial arts equipment. It was a room modeled after a dojo, and equipped with magical safeguards to keep students from blowing the whole place up.
Jacob adjusted his sword at his hip, and the students took notice.
"Yes. Thank you. It's exactly how he said it, students. It was a complete accident how I found out about my abilities. Just like some you, I was afraid, surprised, excited, and confused. But I can tell you that, without a doubt, that given time and practice, I learned to control it."
He held up his medium for his power: a Japanese katana sword held in a black, sturdy-looking scabbard. It was generally normal-looking, aside from being a full on sword, except for the locking mechanism that held the blade in.
The sheathed sword was twirled once in his hand, easily and smoothly, causing a gentle breeze to flow through the room once, originating at him.
"And now, heh, I earned my mother's old title: The Silver Wind.
Any questions?"
Now he was being asked by the same teacher who had experienced that day with him to come back to the same class and show off his abilities. The abilities he had discovered that very day in that very room. A few months before now, Jacob would have declined for fear of not knowing what he was capable of and simple uncertainty of what his abilities were. He had been in the same boat as those students. But now he mastered his abilities, and he was happy to hold a special session.
The teacher introduced Jacob, whom stood in front of the class, and retold the little tale about how one day, a math teacher came into the class and discovered he was a master swordsman. The class itself was very different from Jacob's usual environment. Instead of desks, chairs, and bookcases, there were athletic mats, benches, and several pieces of martial arts equipment. It was a room modeled after a dojo, and equipped with magical safeguards to keep students from blowing the whole place up.
Jacob adjusted his sword at his hip, and the students took notice.
"Yes. Thank you. It's exactly how he said it, students. It was a complete accident how I found out about my abilities. Just like some you, I was afraid, surprised, excited, and confused. But I can tell you that, without a doubt, that given time and practice, I learned to control it."
He held up his medium for his power: a Japanese katana sword held in a black, sturdy-looking scabbard. It was generally normal-looking, aside from being a full on sword, except for the locking mechanism that held the blade in.
The sheathed sword was twirled once in his hand, easily and smoothly, causing a gentle breeze to flow through the room once, originating at him.
"And now, heh, I earned my mother's old title: The Silver Wind.
Any questions?"