The small dusty class room lays quiet, all the seats empty save one. A lone man sit at a large desk before the rows of emptiness, a book covering his face. A slight snoring fills the air as a sweet winter breeze rolls in through a crack in the window. On the black board behind the man the words "Combat Training 101" were etched in white chalk, a small name in comparison reading K-O-B-A-Y-A-S-H-I.
