[center][h2][color=crimson][b]Tholl[/b][/color][/h2][/center][hr] Tholl had spent her time being berated by understandable upset woman. Aria was not pleased to find her office smelling of the great outdoors. Lotte did not appreciate the wolf's attempt to establish dominance and mate with her. And the Mrs. certainly did not find the idea of giving their daughter a pet Wolf out of the blue to be sound, and let her mind be known wordlessly and painfully.

She'd just have to find another way to validate her #1 Dad mug another time.

Blustering her way through the halls with a thermos of coffee in one hand and a leash in the other, noting passively that there was a lack of people eager to crowd around her to 'Pet the puppy' as some would say. Though that would have less to do with the fact it was a wild animal, and more so the handy vest in a utilitarian beige that declared the wolf a service dog.

[color=crimson]"Alright class, sorry if I'm running late. Had to explain to the big girl here that the coffee is mine and I'm not sharing."[/color] Tholl declared as she entered to find a decidedly bored classroom not in the least eager as those who would be tormenting poor Yurius. Something told her he was the type who'd soon be bemoaning the decline in strength of the passing generations.

Setting down her black nectar of the gods and securing the wolf to her desk's legs, Tholl favored the students with a disarming smile. 

[color=crimson]"You may be wondering why someone dressed in a sailor suit at the desk, but I assure you I am your teacher, Mrs. Tholl. It's my pleasure to be teaching you the finer points of Business and how to establish yourselves in the world around you. Oh and I know what some of you are thinking, about what use any of this is when you're going to graduate as Dawn Slayers and run about saving the world. Or perhaps you're an entity who lives separate from the modern times, or is an ageless immortal?"[/color]

[color=crimson]"Here's the thing; No hero has saved the world with their bare naked body. The Dawn Slayers don't ask for the charity of others so they can fight with the donated pots and pans from over stocked kitchens. The Great Witch didn't snap her fingers and rouse up inexhaustible armies and the means to clothe, feed, and support them. No no no!"[/color] Her voice with an excited fervor and she slapped her palm out against a wall length white board for emphasis. With all eyes turned to her know she snatched up a red dry erase marker and slashed out the name Hikari Academy in the center before liberally circling it. The wolf looked up form where it laid on the floor, chewing at the metal desk leg, only to decide the marker didn't smell edible either and return to the desk.

[color=crimson]"Here's a basic principle of Economics; Nothing is free. You yourself can of course get a free lunch, but the cost to society is always borne to someone. This means you can't get something without offering something else in return. Let's take Hikari Academy itself as an example. We receive private funding from numerous sources and generous donations from previous graduates to foster their successors, but they don't do this from their goodness of their hearts- Even if that in and of itself provides a utility value we will cover in later chapters, mind you- But so Hikari can produce a needed service or good in exchange for their support."[/color]

She drew two arrows shooting upwards from the Hikari bubble and ended them in open circles to be filled in. Turning to the class she settled her eyes on the hooded visage of Lumen Kresnik. [color=crimson]"Mr. Kresnik. In the future I'd appreciate if you could keep your hood down in class. I've had one too many aspiring mages use it to sneak naps in. Now then, perhaps you can help me fill in the blanks here. Tell me, given the resources put into Hikari, what are we expected to produce upon your graduation?"[/color]