Xi spends most of his days training new and old disciples in water bending. From basics to advanced techniques he was experienced in perfecting both in his pupils. Right now he was training an older solider a new technique on lifting entire waves. "Channel your Chi higher than normal but come down slower. You must keep in mind the physics of water as you bend." The solider did almost exactly as he was instructed but it was imperfect unrefined. The wave came down unto the shore scattered. "Could you show me again master?" His student asked. Xi bent his legs and lunged forward. He drew forth a wave, lifted it higher just as he described, and released his grip on the wave to it would crash down but lightened its fall at the last moment. Not a single drop of water sprayed onto either of them. "Hmm. From what you've taught me so far I think I just need some time alone to practice my form." They bowed to each other. "I'll see you next week Bumu." Xi sighed and examined himself. He was alone and shirtless on the beach by the city. Behind him there were massive stoic masterpieces of craftsmanship. The northern pole city was built into a massive Ice burg. Buildings clung and hung from the top and sides of the ice pinned and hung by ropes and beams. I should probably return to the temple. Xi put his coat back on and walked up a massive set of steps that led onto a street of the city.     

It took him a few minutes to get back to the temple but when he did there were tons and tons of teachers that he had taught to teach with brand new students. New students come to the temple everyday to learn to water-bend and it all started with Xi's integrity. Weather his students were soldiers or old ladies, he could care less. The war brings clouding to Xi's mind. He sees so many young people in his school water-bending to be come warriors, to kill. Xi sighs as he sees a mere child perfects a war technique.    
After his walk to the temple and his brief thoughts on his temple he returned to his quarters. His room was hung above the temple grounds in a tower like position. He could look down from a massive window to see all the classes in session.

Xi sat down in a soft fur seat that was placed against a wall in his quarters. As one of the many teachers at his academy he spent most of his time teaching. As of now for once he was on a break. The patients of even the greatest teachers becomes tested over time. Xi let out a loud sigh. He loved to teach, it was his passion, but it got old at the end of the day. Especially when his students are so close to their goals but they are having so much trouble getting there. If only he had a student as dedicated to learning as he was to teaching. A student that would be just like he was when he was first seeking out masters. He gazed out the window and envisioned himself as a teenager wandering the streets asking around for a new master. He shook his head and said to himself. "If there is a student like that out there, as dedicated as I once was. They will find me."