You were a year 4 enrolled at JJT. Your teacher, Toji, was probably the more laid back of them all. As long as you did your missions and came back in less than four pieces, he didn’t care.

“Huh? What’s up, kid? You need somethin’?”

He was leaned back in his seat, legs propped up on his desk, and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. His green eyes looked over at you, an amused glint in them.