It had become something of a second home to Yue, having spent more than half her days in the dojo with the rest of the class. Over time, Yue learned to ignore the pain and carry on, trying her best to perfect her stances as much as possible. Of course, this was hard work, and she had close to no time for herself - she had been hoping to explore the library but no such luck. 

Meditation was her favourite part - it was something she truly enjoyed, losing herself in her mind and even then, when Akimoto-sensei allowed discussion, Yue never spoke again. It was strange, knowing that she hadn't spoken in the dojo for several months, not a single word, but she kept her skepticism of the precepts to herself - it would do no good to argue. 

Since Akimoto-sensei was almost always busy, his son, Kouta-sensei took over. This, sadly, meant that he would not be her shihan during these times. Her new shihan, a tall and muscular brute, that Yue immediately recognized as a Yukihiro, did not go easy on her despite the knowledge that he was beating on his House's heiress. Yue quickly speculated that titles held no significance here - only skill. She had to work twice as hard, dodging his blows while maintaining her stance, knowing that he was deliberately going harder on her than others; soon enough, she began to wish she had Kouta-sensei again. However, not a word passed her lips. 

The months passed in this vein, when finally, during a meeting with her Father, he approved of her wish to join the Academy. There was one catch, though - she'd have to improve dramatically as he'd see fit. He'd been watching her progress in his own dojo. Every week, he made her spar with the same man that was her alternate shihan. The results were inaccurate, in a way, as the man was not as brutal in the presence of his House's Head. 

A month later, he noted she was not progressing fast enough and promptly told her so. This brought Yue to despair, and it began to affect her sleeping habits. She pushed herself twice as hard in class, vehemently fighting back against her shihan as the stress mounted - when would Isao ever be satisfied? It didn't matter to him that he was asking something of her that took decades - she'd only started actual training in the Yukihiro house's dojo a few years ago. He refused to see how fast she'd improved, forgetting her age and instead focusing on the immediate results. But even through all that, she was still happy, content in trying her hardest and her energetic fighting spirit never failing her.

Night after night, Yue spent the majority of the dark, moonlit hours reading next to her window, not daring to put on the light. By day, she was in Akimoto-sensei's dojo. In the evening, at her own dojo. This pattern repeated itself for quite some time, and the class was slowly but surely dwindling down to just a few students. Yue was among the last of them left and luckily, there were more than enough shihan to spar with the students. She began to hope her shihan would switch back to Kouta-sensei more frequently, as the Yukihiro-shihan was clearly doing her no good. Yue was half tempted to ask for Kouta-sensei again - only once had she had the nerve to actually ask, and she faltered at the last moment before hurriedly asking for a change in shihan after class, her words jammed together and almost inaudible.