Proctors! Why do you seek out the hogyoku? You know of its dangers and the calamity it brought before.
Being interrupted from grading reports on effective application of reiatsu by such invigorating thoughts- it stirred a fire in the kido professor’s heart. None would know that wouldn’t have keen senses, for he masked his emotions with a veneer of calm and his expression remained unchanged.
Sipping on his coffee, he answered his own query. I demand respect. For too long have I been just a teacher, overlooked for placement in the court guard squads. I see it as a slight, them underplaying my talent so bruisingly. I seek out this artifact to gain its power and garner a respect that none could dare ignore.
A rare day in her classroom-turned dojo. No trainees, and her exercises were complete. As she sat there in her meditative vigil, a curious question intruded upon her mind.
I want to contain it…to not sweep it under the rug like the hacks in control wish to do. To keep it around as a warning of the disasters that could be wrought from trying to play God.
