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Every day was the same old thing for Shiro. Day in and day out, he judged and graded the work of his students, he held the fate of many people in his hands with his judgement if he deemed the work unworthy there was little chance of them getting into a good art school nor making a decent name for themselves. He was a tall and slender man, with pitch black hair. His eyes were piercing at times, but usually possessed the look of kindness and understanding. He possessed the mannerisms of a true gentleman, even when he disliked something he found the kindest words to express his disapproval.
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