It made little sense.

Yue's mind, having focused so long on Akimoto-sensei's words, was starting to throw her thoughts into one big giant mess. Having sat in the classroom for more than two hours and listened to the man speak, most of it had only served to earn her disapproval. From what little sense it made, particularly precept # 6 which she would grudgingly admit made more sense than all of them combined, the moment the class was dismissed Yue was on her feet and dashed out of the classroom, eager to get out of the crowd of chattering students.

The moment she crossed the Yukihiro compound's threshold, Yue leaned against the inner wall and took a breath to calm herself and organize her thoughts. It was hard work, harder than she'd anticipated but by the time she pushed off the whitewashed wall and headed into her room to change her training uniform - which, admittedly, seemed to be of no use in class - several long minutes had passed.

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The sun dipped below the horizon, submerging the compound into darkness. Lights flicked, faintly illuminating the corridors and courtyards in a golden glow, just as Yue took a seat four feet away from the middle-aged man at the head of the room. It was lavishly decorated, being the meeting and sitting room of the Main House and Yue sat patiently, waiting for the man to finish, he lifted his brush off of the calligraphy scroll and looked up. She waited, waited for the man to speak first, something that had been instilled into her from the very first day, from the very first hour of her arrival in this foreign, high-class society. 

"How did you find your class with Akimoto-san?" The man, Yukihiro Isao, finally inquired.

Yue found herself at a loss for words, although she'd been expecting this very question. "It... it went well, Father." 

She could feel Isao's hard grey eyes on her, scrutinizing her. "Do not lie to me, Yue." 

Taken aback, Yue hesitated for a moment before speaking, choosing her words carefully. "He made no sense, Father." With that, she lauched into a recap of his lecture and explanations, her eyes fixed onto the dark wooden floor. Finally, she concluded, "I don't want to go back. Take me to a real dojo."

Silence reigned for a split second, before Isao chose to speak. "Do not speak of Akimoto-san this way again, am I clear? You may be intelligent, Yue, but you still have far too much to learn." He paused for a moment, letting his harsh, biting words sink in. "You may leave."

Shocked, Yue hastily stood up and backed out of the room, barely managing not to trip over her overly-long and decievingly heavy kimono and quietly slid shut the doors behind her. 

Inside, Isao frowned, not pleased in the least. He could feel his irritation mounting at the girl's nerve, disliking her mannerisms all the more. Perhaps his wife wasn't strict enough with the etiquette lessons, like he'd specifically ordered her to? Nevertheless, he picked up another scroll of thinner paper, dipped the brush in the pot of ink and began to write.