Manners Maketh Man by Dr_Caduceus (canon)
- Location
- Missouri, United States of America
For the viewing pleasure of @Vesvius and their lovely audience, I humbly present: Manners Maketh Man.
In Academy class 7-C, everyone knows that Manners Maketh Man. It could be called a class motto, for everyone has been told as much at one point or another. Others would call it a refrain, for not a day goes by that someone doesn't hear and repeat the words. Voices wavering, strong, and choking on tears have all said them. Ears red with embarrassment, covered by a hand to ward off another blow, or clenched in the vice grip of one who has caught in owner in violation of it's tenant, have all heard them. Yes, everyone in 7-C knows that Manners Maketh Man.
They know because the classes two-man public morals committee has made sure of it.
Ueda Arata had something of a reputation as a troublemaker, not entirely deserved in his opinion, and it had gotten him into trouble more than once. On his very first day of the academy he had been a little panicked about being sat next to Uzumaki and had made a bit of a fuss. In his defense he would later argue that the blonde haired boy was a known sleeper agent from a foreign village, simply waiting for a chance to strike, and he did NOT want to be the first to fall victim to whatever insidious plot was going on.
After the third variation of the suspected motives of Konoha's resident prankster, people began to realize that perhaps Ueda saw a few more ninjas in the shadows than actually lurked there.
No one forgot however how it was that the first of several tirades was shut down however. With a simple flicking of his fan and a glare that many nearby swore could melt stone, one Satomura Daisuke had begun his reign of terror.
His reign of very polite terror.
Inuzuka Kiba had once made the mistake of speaking of Miss Satomura Minami in a rather crude manner to someone sitting next to him. Rather than a chuckle or a dreamy expression of agreement, his would-be confidant merely stared mutely in horror. It took Kiba a moment to realize that the stare wasn't being directed at him but rather just over his shoulder. In that moment, Kiba knew he had a 50/50 shot at avoiding embarrassment. If it was Daisuke behind him then he could play off what was about to happen as jealousy, but if it was her...
Risking a glance, Kiba was greeted with a pink kimono, black shoulder length ringlets, and a smile that was anything but friendly.
In a saccharine voice, the silk clad kunoichi laid into him.
"Mr. Inuzuka, such vulgar language has no place in this classroom. If you cannot find it withing yourself to conduct yourself in a manner more becoming of a gentleman, I will have to ask you to remain silent. In fact, since you seem to have a misunderstanding on what the appropriate method of speaking of women is, it might be wise to write an essay on just that. I believe five hundred words should be doable by the end of the day if you use your lunch break wisely. I look forward to reading it."
With the entire class laughing at him, quietly so as to not attract her attention themselves, Kiba hung his head. Ears burning in shame, his hope that he could escape this dressing down without further embarrassment were dashed with her parting quip.
"If you find this unsatisfactory, I could instead write to your mother. Perhaps she could suggest an alternative solution?"
That got the rest of the class laughing in full, though they were quickly silenced by the sound of silk and steel, and Kiba hunched down in his chair mumbling the customary apology. Unfortunately, the she-devil in noble's finery didn't budge an inch. Kiba knew what she wanted and if she didn't get it things would only get worse for him. So mustering his remaining pride, he looked her in the eye and said his line like a good student.
"Thank you for correcting my coarse behavior Yui, I will do better in the future. Manners Maketh Man."
With his part played, Yui flashed him a triumphant smile and walked off. Leaving poor Kiba to the unenviable stares of his contemporaries, and an essay to write.
"Dammit," he thought to himself, "I was looking forward to my lunch today."
In Academy class 7-C, everyone knows that Manners Maketh Man. It could be called a class motto, for everyone has been told as much at one point or another. Others would call it a refrain, for not a day goes by that someone doesn't hear and repeat the words. Voices wavering, strong, and choking on tears have all said them. Ears red with embarrassment, covered by a hand to ward off another blow, or clenched in the vice grip of one who has caught in owner in violation of it's tenant, have all heard them. Yes, everyone in 7-C knows that Manners Maketh Man.
They know because the classes two-man public morals committee has made sure of it.
Ueda Arata had something of a reputation as a troublemaker, not entirely deserved in his opinion, and it had gotten him into trouble more than once. On his very first day of the academy he had been a little panicked about being sat next to Uzumaki and had made a bit of a fuss. In his defense he would later argue that the blonde haired boy was a known sleeper agent from a foreign village, simply waiting for a chance to strike, and he did NOT want to be the first to fall victim to whatever insidious plot was going on.
After the third variation of the suspected motives of Konoha's resident prankster, people began to realize that perhaps Ueda saw a few more ninjas in the shadows than actually lurked there.
No one forgot however how it was that the first of several tirades was shut down however. With a simple flicking of his fan and a glare that many nearby swore could melt stone, one Satomura Daisuke had begun his reign of terror.
His reign of very polite terror.
Inuzuka Kiba had once made the mistake of speaking of Miss Satomura Minami in a rather crude manner to someone sitting next to him. Rather than a chuckle or a dreamy expression of agreement, his would-be confidant merely stared mutely in horror. It took Kiba a moment to realize that the stare wasn't being directed at him but rather just over his shoulder. In that moment, Kiba knew he had a 50/50 shot at avoiding embarrassment. If it was Daisuke behind him then he could play off what was about to happen as jealousy, but if it was her...
Risking a glance, Kiba was greeted with a pink kimono, black shoulder length ringlets, and a smile that was anything but friendly.
In a saccharine voice, the silk clad kunoichi laid into him.
"Mr. Inuzuka, such vulgar language has no place in this classroom. If you cannot find it withing yourself to conduct yourself in a manner more becoming of a gentleman, I will have to ask you to remain silent. In fact, since you seem to have a misunderstanding on what the appropriate method of speaking of women is, it might be wise to write an essay on just that. I believe five hundred words should be doable by the end of the day if you use your lunch break wisely. I look forward to reading it."
With the entire class laughing at him, quietly so as to not attract her attention themselves, Kiba hung his head. Ears burning in shame, his hope that he could escape this dressing down without further embarrassment were dashed with her parting quip.
"If you find this unsatisfactory, I could instead write to your mother. Perhaps she could suggest an alternative solution?"
That got the rest of the class laughing in full, though they were quickly silenced by the sound of silk and steel, and Kiba hunched down in his chair mumbling the customary apology. Unfortunately, the she-devil in noble's finery didn't budge an inch. Kiba knew what she wanted and if she didn't get it things would only get worse for him. So mustering his remaining pride, he looked her in the eye and said his line like a good student.
"Thank you for correcting my coarse behavior Yui, I will do better in the future. Manners Maketh Man."
With his part played, Yui flashed him a triumphant smile and walked off. Leaving poor Kiba to the unenviable stares of his contemporaries, and an essay to write.
"Dammit," he thought to himself, "I was looking forward to my lunch today."
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