Is it wrong to say I enjoy beating some sense into a hoodlum? It's not like I hate them. They're idiots. But they're MY idiots!
I'm quick to smack a student upside the head. Kids these days need to mature properly, or our future will be doomed…
But I can see great potential in my students: That's why I toss grenades in the middle of push-up sessions (everytime they go down during push-ups, a small flamethrower in front of them fires a small beam of flame to make them go back up. Made 'em all myself)
Whenever I put them through the Unique tactics, I KNOW for a fact they'll live. But in certain situations…I get worried. And…I…TOTALLY DON'T Cry for my students who appear as if they're on the brink of death. Ever.
sometimes I flash back to the old days in the war, aspiring to be as dangerous as Headmaster Rucifa despite not being in Vietnam, but the Gulf War and smaller, twice as violent squabbles.
I've been well trained in street fighting and multiple military systems, which I've combined to handle hoodlums and even TRAINED commandos!
My Weapons include a stick/bat tool that can be outfitted with a literal spike on the tip, a shock baton mod, and is capable of hitting back grenades like baseball, America's classic past time!
Oh, right: I have belts on me that hold some Grenades. Sort of like batman, but I'm out to kill! These are mere toys to my true weapon: A Gun! Yes, a GUN! G-U-N, gun. In this school of melee mashers, a gun will rule supreme! AHAHAHAHA!!!
He began as a Young man who, rather than being a delinquent, worked under for adults, fighting only in secret in the name of Vigilante Justice as a kid, growing strong through being beaten many times by the worst of the worst. He was, like his students, forced to go to Gokugakku where he was inspired greatly by his hero, Headmaster Rucifa (who was in his younger years, with silky black hair If I may add), and joined the military after, slaughtering many in the war. He may appear proud of his skills and triumphs such as number of kills, but truthfully he has some hidden regrets. Ones which the Headmaster still helps him out with. the Flashbacks haunt him and give him many violent thoughts.
He hates the young people of today's age, and angrily wishes to show them what it means to be responsible, disciplined, and respectful, ready for the future. As the students stay with him for a while and mature, he begins to enjoy their company and will put his life before theirs by any means.
For now, he enjoys your pain, kids. But only because pain is merely weakness leaving the body...