"I can't believe that you actually went with this ridiculous idea, Grandmaster! And to let this . . . this . . . Brigand be a teacher in our prestigious school!" said a middle-aged man with high cheekbones and sharp jaw. He arranged his spectacle on his right eye and glanced at that sensual lady in red.
He was the headteacher for the first year Class-A, Mr. Mill Whinstone,
Silva just scratched her ear, looking all bored. After her class, she was about to go to the pub downtown but was ambushed by the Grandmaster instead.
"Grandmaster, I urge you to reconsider! This class 4/7 is nothing but a farce! It will corrupt our students' minds having this rogue as their teacher! And what will their family say? Those children in that class, almost all of them came from powerful families!" Whinstone added with a hysterical tone.
"Calm yourself, old man. You need to let loose more often. Your wrinkles and grey hairs would only worsen your already ugly face." Silva removed the dirt in her ear and blew it towards Whinstone while the latter jumped from his seat.
"Insolent! Y-you dare to–!"
"Enough!"
The voice of the Grandmaster's reverberated inside his office, but his eyes remained at the view outside of his window with his hands clasped behind his back.
"We have already discussed this, and my decision is final. The word is changing, and we too should change together with it."
"B-but! Having a clueless brigand teach the students?!" Whinstone couldn't believe his ears.
"Silva knows the outside world more than any one of us here. Teaching theories and fundamentals are important, but it is just that. Theories. In the outside world, it can help, but what will determine victory and defeat is experience." The Grandmaster turned towards them and swept all the teachers present with his gaze.
"But of course, your opinions too mattered. That's why we came up with an experimental class. If this class exceeds our expectations and is doing well than the rest, then it's high time that we change our education system."
All the teachers looked at each other. Some frowned while others remained neutral. Only a few agreed, and those were the younger teachers who were more willing for change. As for the old ones, it's hard to accept or suddenly change a system that they've gotten used to for years.
Whinstone crossed his arms and smacked his lips tight. He was devising plans to dissolve this class 4/7. He'd show the Grandmaster that the system they have now needed only be perfect and didn't have to change. Rather, the incompetent teachers need to change, not his already tried and tested teaching methods.
'Hmp! If that's the case, I'll just have to show this class 4/7 that there are heavens among the clouds. What could possibly these uncultured barbaric swine teach them?'