N
N raised an eyebrow and looked back at Kiyoko through the corner of his eye. He noticed how Kiyoko's eyes had changed. So had Zoroark.
Either you've gotten a lot better since last night to notice that. . . or something else is going on, Zoroark said in his grunt-growl-Zoroark-like language. By the way. . . if you're going to be running around as both a Zorua and as a human, what name do you want N to address you as right now in front of the rest of the class?
N gave a small chuckle at that, then looked back to Ciel. He heard the bark from inside Ciel's jacket, but first he answered Ciel's question. "They are alright. The younger one is my most recent friend I've decided to put under my care. Zoroark and I decided to adopt him into our little family of friends."
He looked up when he saw two more students enter the class. He saw Belle and the Druddigon near the students. Good. The first few students of his class already had at least one of their friends out to say the least. The Druddigon. . . it was a newborn.
"Good morning," he greeted back. "Just 'N' will be fine. You aren't late, you are all the first students here. Despite the number of desks in here, there are actually less trainer students that will be attending this class."
His eyes watched Rosalyn as she tried to approach Kiyoko. "I'd be careful about approaching him if I were you. He isn't as comfortable around others or letting others touch him."
He looked to Kiyoko. "You can introduce yourself if you want to. If you want her to rub your fur you're free to let her know as well. I don't believe she has bad intentions, though."
Depending on how Kiyoko chooses to respond will determine what name N will address him as while he's a Zorua for the rest of the class.
He looked over to Jimmy. "A newborn pokemon is a beautiful being. Make sure you give her the same love and affection she's giving you."
While it's true the Druddigon hatched before either Jimmy or Rosalyn entered the classroom, this is N after all. A man who has lived and understood pokemon almost all of his life to the point he can talk and understand pokemon naturally without any kind of special magic power or ability. It would make sense he would recognize a newborn pokemon compared to others.
"The fact she's bonded to you so quickly only proves just how much trust and faith she's put into you. She now considers you her parent, whether you personally would feel the same way or don't," he finished.
He looked to the 3 students already in his class room and addressed all 3 of them. "If you want, you are free to let your friends outside of their pokeballs here. There's no need to hide them around me."
That last part was directed to Ciel and Brie, possibly to let the boy feel a little bit more at ease about letting his pokemon join him here as well.
N was right about there not being as many students in this class, despite the number of desks. About only 7 other studens appeared in the class, giving the student count a total of 10.
As soon as everyone was there, N stood up from the chair and walked over to the Dry-Erase board. He picked up a green marker and just drew a letter on the dry erase board. N.
He turned around and faced the students and their pokemon. "Now I believe the proper introductions are in order. This is usually the formula for the first day of class isn't it? The teacher or substitute introducing oneself by their name and then their background, then the course overview, followed by answering student questions about the teacher or the class or lesson."
He pulled out a clipboard from his backpack and looked through the stapled pieces of paper on there. It was a class roster, the kind with both a student's name and picture on it to help the teacher identify who is in their class, who shouldn't be in their class or who wasn't listed on the roster of their class, and all that other stuff. Once he was done with that, he placed the clipboard back into his bag and looked at everyone.
"I don't know really anything about any of you besides what the class roster tells me, or what I am able to hear your friends, whom you would better identify as 'your pokemon', would say about you. So without knowledge of which region you each hail from and or whether or not you were old enough to remember hearing about what happened several years ago on the news, I'll basically go over everyhing that's relevant about me."
Deep breath here. Exhale there.
"My real name is Natural Harmonia Gropius, however not many people know or address me by my real name, let alone do they even know that my birth name was Natural to begin with. Everyone, whether or not they are close to me, know of my background, or otherwise simply addresses me as N. It is the name I've used all my life and have grown accustomed to as the years have passed. My childhood, and most of my life, I grew up living with Pokemon in a castle. I didn't have as much human contact as any of you would normally have besides a man known as Ghetsis Harmonia and several people he brought to the castle to work under him. Instead, I spent my life only around Pokemon inside that castle. Pokemon who have been hurt, injured, and abused by humans. We spent our days with each other. We laughed together, played together, cried together, and cared for one another. Sadly though, I was never really exposed to many pokemon who had trainers of their own, and who were happy with those trainers. My friends. . . these pokemon. . . because of them, I decided to pursue truth and ideals."
With this, he took both a black marker and a blue marker and drew another symbol on the board. It was the emblem of Team Plasma, the Blue P and Z over a shield that was 1/2 white and 1/2 black on either side. He turned back to the students when he was done drawing that symbol.
"Many of you may not remember this emblem, as no one has really used it in the past . . . four years to say the least. It is the emblem of Team Plasma, the organization in which Ghetsis formed. I was chosen, and raised, to become the King of Team Plasma. I was to become like that of the Legendary Heroes of Unova. I embraced both roles willingly, for I wished only to do one thing. To create a world where my friends, and many other pokemon could live peacefully. A world where Pokemon and Humans were seperated, as clearly and as plainly as Black and White. That was the Truth and Ideal I sought after. What I thought would be true and ideal peace."
"When I began my journey, I was to travel through Unova as Team Plasma spoke to people to persuade them to set their pokemon free. What good would forcing people to let their pokemon go free do? Unless they did so willingly, either from our message speaking to their hearts or through their own fear of Team Plasma. The best way to help get accross our message, was by using me, the one who became just like the legendary heroes who founded and ravaged Unova, to be able to have one of the Legendary Dragons to join me willingly, and for me to defeat the Elite Four and Unova's strongest trainer, the Champion, to help show the strength of our message."
"During my travels, however, I met a pair of trainers who made me question myself. Their pokemon. . . they were happy being with their trainer. A Pokemon happy with its trainer? I couldn't believe it at the time. These trainers. . . I wished to challenge myself against them. To put my truth and ideals on the line, to see whether I was right or wrong. We were so similar and yet so different at the same time. They were my equals, and they continued to prove to be right up to our final battle at the Castle of Team Plasma, where they too not only found the power of the other legendary hero, but bested me."
He shook his head at the last part.
"Because of them, the true motives of Ghetsis were revealed. The emancipation of Pokemon from Trainers? Using the next legendary hero to win the hearts of the people and become ruler? What I thought was true, what had formed my ideals. . . they were all part of a massive plan Ghetsis spent years working towards. He purposely made me the legendary hero so he could use me, and use team plasma to conquer the world. My ideal world, one where pokemon and humans could live in peace by being seperate from one another, was the very world Ghetsis had wanted me and Team Plasma to create. With Team Plasma being the only human beings who could use Pokemon, he would have ruled the world through that power alone. My desire to help my friends would have only hurt them in the end had I succeeded. The same two trainers who defeated me, however, managed to defeat Ghetsis and end Team Plasma."
He looked to everyone in the class now.
"I was forgiven for my actions as I was also another one of Ghetsis's victims. I decided to leave Unova and travel the world, to not only learn how to better understand humans, but pokemon as well. The years have passed, and now I am simply an intern here at the academy. In addition to having my own class, I also help with some of the other professors with their classes around the academy from time to time as an assistant. I don't believe myself to be of the same respect of a teacher, rather, I'd prefer if you all simply addressed me as N and not bother with giving me some title like 'Mr.' or 'Professor,' nor do I wish for any of you to be scared to talk with me either. I am a friend of all pokemon, and here I would prefer to possibly be viewed as a friend by yourselves as well. I would enjoy a chance to get to know each of you and your own pokemon individually if you would allow me to. I am not an antagonist, an actual teacher, or a hero in my own eyes. I am here to help bring about the next generation of heroes. You never know who you meet will turn out to become a hero, nor do you know if you yourself may become a hero one day."
That is more or less N's view about the possible potential of this academy and the reason he's here now; to help bring about the next generation of heroes and to make sure no one makes the same mistakes he did.
Now that he was done, he took a deep breath and looked to everyone in the class. "So then . . . what would you all like to learn or ask about today? Any questions in regards to lesson, anyone wish to do the student introduction next, or anything else coming to mind any of you are curious about?"
Takumi Ryuuhiko
By far Takumi had just about no interest interacting with the other students in the class. There were still very few people he did interact with, but over all he still considered a majority of the students on the island to be rather immature. Then again, he tends to act a lot more mature than most kids normally would his age. Maybe that was a side effect of his past and all that.
So when Austin or any other student had came running into the class for fear of being late, he paid almost no attention to them. When clicks of other students were gossiping on rumors or the latest news, he paid almost no attention to them. If one of them tried to ask him a question, he'd give short quick answers with a tone that would imply he was preoccupied with some other matter of importance. Namely, the book he was currently reading while waiting for class to start.
Even while indoors and sitting at a desk, he still continued to wear that long white Lugia dorm jacket, the very memento he kept from back when he was first at the academy almost three or so years ago before the Ghosts haunted the dorm.
He caught a glimpse of Elizabeth's outfit from the corner of his eye and looked up from his book to see who it was that was wearing such an old fashion. He's seen that kind of fashion and design in an old history book and in at least one museum, but he was curious as to who would have enough knowledge to attempt to wear such a fashion, let alone why someone in this day and age would choose to. He knew for a sure fact no one would wear that outfit with no clue as to the outfit's origins, and he didn't know of anyone who would wear that outfit without some kind of special reason behind it. Historical reenactment or visual aid he could understand, but normally you wouldn't see a teacher go to such lengths for a class, let alone see a student go to such lengths to attempt to contribute to the class.
He found it even more surprising when that same shy girl he met the other day, Elizabeth, was the one wearing that outfit. It became even more so when he saw her try to attract the other students' attention in a manner that a teacher would take. She actually looked like she was trying to-
. . .
Wait. She IS the teacher! Either this is some kind of joke, or there's more to this girl than Takumi originally suspected upon their first encounter. Then again, maybe because of her appearance, and maybe even her age or some other part of her background might have contributed to why she looked so. . . nervous?
This is going to be a far more interesting day than Takumi thought.
