The class was loud, cheering on their respective favorites as the pair of kids battled, with the blonde overseeing them. The scrimmages were his favorite part of class instruction. Textbook lecture was well and good, but he preferred drills to lectures. He thought the kids did too, considering how eager and competitive they got. A little competition went a long way for a class. Built camaraderie, and friendships. And despite the prestige his school carried in their title, he had no intention of pushing his students to the brink if he could help it. They were all young kids after all, and more of his experience came form trial and error.
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The match he’d been watching came to a close and he called in the group to give some tips and notes before calling the session. “That should be it for our class block. File in to get yourselves water and use the bathroom before you go to your next class. Walk around the leaf piles.” He called out to a bit of grumbling and bemoaning as the crowd of kids headed back inside. While the last students filed into the school, Andres looked around the field checking for damages to write down, maybe help fix if he could, Chulito could probably help bury back some of these new holes… He perked up, as someone else approached him.

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“Oh, uh, hello!” he greeted, waving at the trainer. “How’re you doing? Looking to sign up?” he asked. That was common enough question, considering this part of the school was in public view which he both liked and disliked. “I’m Andres, I’m one of the instructors here.” He said offering a hand for a handshake.


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