Isaac looked back at the window, he could imagine what was going on as he headed off for the nearest tree, a large Oak that must have been there for centuries. Laying down in the shade of the Oak and waiting for his class to start, Isaac began to ponder about time, about how centuries ago, It's possible that there was a student, at this very academy, who was standing just over there, looking for a shady place to sit on a hot day such as today, and would have seen only a small sapling, finding it unsuitable the student would no doubt go back to his room, and perhaps, dare Isaac even think it; "Study" Isaac greeted the word like an old friend, but like an old friend there were conflicts between the two, and so there was some begrudging respect, and some steel, to Isaacs voice as he said that word.
Then, taking an apple out of his pockets, Isaac began to munch on his early breakfast, a tradition that he had learned from people far to the south, A breakfast, before the normal breakfast, got the body and the mind working sooner, and one could focus one's energy on things that happened at breakfast, as opposed to having thousands of warriors all groggy and hungover from previous nights, this is what some of the great tribes had done to avoid being left open for attack in the morning hours. Isaac loved those times. He watched as the fat Elite Tactics Professor, began to waddle across the yard, a strange Knight indeed. With almost no hair to speak of, and shaped like an unshapely blueberry, the professor cut a not very Intimidating figure, however, inside that lump of lard body was a mind that rivaled even that of Professor Stein, in tactics anyway, none could match James love or passion for poisons, but the Elite Tactics professor, who was now getting rather close, could indeed give anyone a run for their money at...
"Chess" The rather large blueberry looking man said as he sat across from Isaac and opened a board, placing the pieces in their correct spots. Isaac raised an eyebrow and began to put his own pieces in their spots, taking black, as usual, he preferred it, they were the perceived underdog, and there was something conceptual about playing as black, it was the same reason he had painted his own armor the color, there was just something about it that he liked. Professor Plutrawn knew this, and, secretly prefering white anyway, took the color of the paladins of righteousness. After the game was set up. Plutrawn raised an eyebrow, and the game began. Thousands of plots and plans racing through both players minds and being discarded just as easily as the game began to take hold, the Knights, Bishops, Kings, Queens, Pawns, Rooks, all almost taking on a personality of their own as the two generals went to war.