Every day there was a class, but it was not every day that Akimoto-sensei would be leading the class. Instead, his son, Kouta, would be leading the class with the same intensity and severity, though a touch more apathetic. He wore the same white gi and belt his father wore in contrast to the black on black of the shihan, many of them older than Kouta himself. Akimoto-sensei believed this to be a humbling gesture to the students. And just like his father, Kouta would train with the students, and usually to a greater degree than the students as he could handle the abuse.

Akimoto-sensei had his duties in the Academy as well as his Division as well. It seemed he had to slough off some of his responsibility to second-in-commands, but this was expected when running three different organizations simultaneously. His son was more than capable of running the Dojo himself, having grown up with Kori no Tate and inside the Dojo itself, as was evident by his physique. Kouta was noteably larger than Akimoto-sensei but had the same body structure, mannerisms, and posture. His face was very much from his mother's side, an attractive and handsome face that could unarm women unusually easy along with his demeanor.

At the Academy, Akimoto-sensei had a group of five Shinigami from his own Division that oversaw activities within the Academy and most of the missions into the World of the Living. They were unseated, but this meant more being from his Division than it did in others.

His Lieutenant, however obsequious, was one of the most loyal and arguably the strongest among the other Lieutenants, having one-on-one training with Captain Akimoto, as he was called in the Barracks. Captain Akimoto didn't take pride in most anything, but he took pride in the strength and resilience of his Division. The Captain-Commander had expressed gratitude and awe toward his Division in particular. 

Every third day, Akimoto-sensei would lead the class, making Kouta-sensei the regular instructor of the Dojo, as was the usual. Luckily for Akimoto-sensei, or perhaps this was on purpose, every sixth day was a day of meditation and rest, in a sense. They'd go over some of the precepts, discussing what the students were most curious about regarding the tarp which hanged from the ceiling ever since the first day. 

Months passed, and the class dwindled. They did not quit, no. These students had been through his classes at least once prior and were deemed acceptable to attend the Academy. This was not openly stated by the shihan or the students themselves, but whispers might have spread suspicion or their families might have revealed this truth. But this in itself was a frightening realization. Most, if not all, of them would have to do this multiple times.

Now in the middle of winter, classes were usually high-energy low-impact for the sake of keeping warm, for there was no heating or cooling systems within the Dojo. Some of the more seasoned students might have considered this season to be easier, in a sense. The truth was they were growing stronger. There were days to push one's limits and other days to just learn techniques and then other days to actually impliment these techniques. It was cyclical, organized in a sense. With some days for discussion and others for meditation, there was a sense of familiar change that Akimoto-sensei hoped would become a kind of comfort to his students.