11 C11 naming sense

"Alright, let's see, whos the strongest person here?" Out of ten people two raise a hand, and they both glare at each other immediately after. The young man standing at my side hands me a chart, it's based on the amount of kills and the speed with which their fine, but on here neither of them are the strongest "my chart says you're all liars so shut up." Those two keep arguing so I pull my shoes off and take aim. "You can ignore me after you bring my boots back, if I have to go over there and get them I'll kick all your asses! Now that I have your attention, I'm the strongest person here, my guild card even says so right where it says ss-ranked hunter." That shuts them up, and they all turn to me "good, I'm only going to call the three names that stand on top of these scores, the rest of you get a number. Steven, come here and introduce yourself." he steps toward, he's wrapped in a cloak, so I can't see much, but when he stops beside me I smell roses. I also smell sweat and leather but I suspect that might be my own scent, if that's the case I smell a lot worse than I thought I did. "My name is Steven, nice to meet you, I'm a sword wielder, mainline fighter, and I can find traps." I nod and he returns to the group. "Rol- Rolls? Why the hell?" After a second I just shake my head "Rolls!"I struggle to wrap my head around the theory that someone named their beloved child rolls. He steps forwards and I stop him, holding up a hand "now, I was expecting someone really fat, I mean, the name rolls kind of leads into it you know? Why the hell did I get this bean pole in my first group?" I'm getting a headache. He hurried to introduce himself and I learn that rolls is a shitty nickname, and one that he gots because, while eating rolls at camp he was knocked rolling down a hill. His Friend are assholes, however they might also be genuine idiots "third, Calypso? Who the fuck named you kids?" At least calypso is female, and smart. Maybe one of the members I'm teaching from now on will remember what to do when shit hits the fan. She ran from home because she wanted to fight beasts so I'm not sure if her common sense reaches the required height, but who am I to stop bad ideas? "Alright, I'll train you in the field for the most part but today I'm recuperating from my last outing, we'll focus on knowing how to kill a beast today. Sounds easy right, all of you can do it, but can you do it right?" The young man wasn't in my class but he doesn't seem too interested in leaving "I'm strong, I Know I'm strong, but let me promise you something, I learn new things every day, and so will you. What I'm teaching you from now on is the things I was taught, the things I've seen, and the things I've searched for. Most of my knowledge is self taught so ask away. The easiest way to kill a beast is to puncture its brain or heart this is common knowledge, however, not many people actually care about this knowledge. Most people use strong weapons or techniques to overpower enemies and make them fall like so, but that's very stupid... and very beast like. We are human, we use our weakness to our advantage and we undermine those stronger than us, we've done it for centuries, but we stopped when we became strong. Use the weakness that you know. Snakes have a soft spot a certain length from their head, tigers don't like getting their faces wet, dragons can't breathe fire underwater." The last one makes people laugh suddenly "o know the last ones weird, if you're under water the last thing you should do is find a dragon and piss it off, but it's a viable decision." I move on, speaking of more weaknesses as they pop into my head, and finally move to using these weaknesses against their intended target, and against others "I wolf doesn't care about water to the face, but they definitely wouldn't like sand." I pull a fist out of my pocket and let sand spill between my fingers "sand is underrated in so many ways, I could throw this at you all and you wouldn't be able to see or breathe for the next two minutes in that area. It also serves to distract your opponent." Shards of metal can be used to great effect in most cases, but I'm not giving away all my tricks here. I pass out the sheets I was writing, basically they all say the same thing, and I've spent the last class weighting them down. Tonight I'll make some more, that way I'll have an idea of what to do with the next class. I tell non active hunters to group up with another and form a team, this team will last until they both become b ranked adventurers, and if they do choose they can form a team. This will also give them some experience in fighting with comrades. If the weakest hunters are b rank that doesn't mean that there will be a lot of people above s rank. Many hunters don't take the test because if your above a rank then the country can enlist you against a strong enemy. This has happened in many cases and won't stop anytime soon, but the hunters guild had to give up its autonomy when the king beat the guild master, amusingly enough it was a chess game that they played. I return to the inn I tried to book and stay the night, I don't mind the pleasure palace but that doesn't mean that I'm stupid enough to let them be my only lodging. I'll spend plenty of nights there when I get engrossed in a book.