Teaching children is a battle in its own right.

it was a brisk, yet clear mid morning, the sunlight filtering in through the windows of the classroom.  It had reached that point of the day where the air was beginning to warm, and many of the boys were eager for their spare time between class time and their kendo practice.  Even so, Shouyou lectured on, his eyes flitting from one young boy to another.  He spoke of philosophy, of life and of the many paths men walk, of the battles and choices they have faced and will face before their time is done. 

He watched closely as the young boys followed in their books, or would occasionally look up at him as he spoke.  He kept his eyes peeled for those who would let their gaze wander outside, their minds following suit shortly after.  Needless to say, Shouyou made sure they did not stray for very long. 

Nevertheless he could feel the anxiousness in the room.  Smiling to himself, he closed his book. 

"Before I end today's lesson, are there any questions?"