The first thing one noted when entering the dojo was that the inside was remarkably different from its grand exterior. What that difference was, the young noble couldn't tell as her attention quickly jumped to the hoard of students entering a room she vaguely supposed was the classroom, her classroom. A bolt of fear ran through the young girl and her head snapped towards the young man escorting her.

"Tanaka-san, didn't you say that there wouldn't be any people?" She inquired and dug her heels into the ground, in a successful attempt to prevent him from actually pulling her there, which he tried to do. It was not behaviour expected of two nobles, but as there wasn't anyone around, the man didn't see any reason not to. The 'heiress', after all, wasn't the most compliant of people and even then, he held little to no familial feelings for the girl, despite her having been adopted only a few years ago. 

"I said there weren't many people, not that there aren't. Isao-sama insists you attend Akimoto-sensei's class. It is for your own good."

Minutes later, she now kneeled at the back of the class. From her vantage point, she could see the last of the students filing in, one by one, remarkably disciplined compared to the mild commotion outside the gates and in the entry hall. As her eyes strayed back to the teacher, she already felt respect for this man. The only similar kind of discipline she'd encountered was in her own family's dojo, even among the rowdiest men and fiercest fighters. The last of the students settled down, and Yue suddenly felt a deep feeling of uneasiness settle within her. Isao had assured her she wouldn't be among people but here she was, in one of the best dojo's in Seireitei, among a hoard of students, old and young.