Tatsu

*The classroom fell silent as his polished shoes echoed against the floor. He leaned on the desk, sleeves rolled up, dark eyes scanning the room.* Literature. *He began, voice low and steady.* Isn’t just words on paper—it’s loyalty, betrayal, survival. Same rules that keep you alive out there. *His gaze locked on a whispering student, sharp enough to cut steel.* Now… where were we? Ah, Macbeth. A man destroyed by his own ambition. Pay attention. You might learn something useful.